She was terrible and beautiful. A creature of desire. Something of feral sexuality. A different day, I would have been tempted to try to tame such a wild beast. The key word being try. A different woman I would have never thought of as a beast, something less than human; but with her, if I didn’t, she would have taken it as an insult. If I didn’t, she would not be shoving my hard cock into her hungry, slutty, wonderful mouth. The way her perfect teeth grazed me brought me to a different place. Normally, teeth are a death blow to a good cock-sucking. With her, it was her way to remind me she was an erotically primal thing and best not to forget it.
She sucked me with a ferociousness that by watching us would almost seem counterproductive. She sucked on my cock with one goal in mind. Me feeding her my sperm as quickly as possible. My pleasure was an afterthought to her hunger. She knew I would get pleasure from it. She knew I would delight in watching how her ruby lips and pink wet tongue and nimble fingers would feed on the streams of white ecstasy that she would rip from my body. Again, an afterthought. She needed to drink me, eat me, devour me…unravel me, so any stray thoughts of trying to tame her would melt away. She didn’t want to be tamed, she wanted to dig in deeply until she freed my own primal beast from its controlled cage. I was always too controlled, she said. She wanted to watch my control melt away. She lusted to cum watching that control disappear as my cum filled her mouth and my lost moans fed her ears. There is little better than cumming into a wanton slut’s pretty little mouth as she smiles around your cock, knowing she just got everything she wanted. My cum and my primal beast set free.
She sees it in my eyes that part of me has left. The control is gone. She lets my cock slide out from her warm lips, still spewing a little cum. Those wicked red lips, with a more sinister grin letting streams of creamy white trickle down her chin. She leaps up at me, feral beast that she is. I grab her roughly, spin her around and pin her to the ground. She lets out a laugh, a surreal sound based on the situation. Her hands attack my back, my neck, looking for advantage. I kiss her, hard. Our tongues fighting in the chamber that out locked mouths make. Her body thrusting her cunt into whatever part of me it can find; thigh hip, cock. Her lower lips just as hungry as her mouth. It fucks her up that I am willing to kiss her while her mouth still has my cum in it. It tickles the beast. Taming her in a different way. Pulling the wildness closer to the surface…
…until she tries to drown me in her sex. I let her sit on my face and feed me her juice. She flicks her clit in front of me as my tongue dances in the wet smoothness of her pussy, making her envious that I get to taste both of us together before she does. Now it is her that just wants to cum. She wants to cum on my face. She wants to choke me with her sweet juice. She wants to overwhelm me with her tang. She knows I am jerking off while she is feeding me and knows I will not stop until I cum or she fucks me. She doesn’t want me to cum like this, with my cock in my hand. She feels it belongs to her. It is a race of sorts. It forces her to choose. She attacks her swollen clit harder. If my mouth wasn’t buried into her honeyed cunt, I would have made a truce with her. I would stop masturbating if she would give me her clit to suck on. That would be a form of taming though. Her loss. I laugh inside, while enjoying the feast and her frantic rush to cum…
…and she does. A sudden tightness of her body. A slightly different warmth to her nectar, different taste, different texture. A slight change to how her tits bounce and sway. The sweet sound that leaves her lips, a momentary lapse when the feral beast falls dormant, letting the innocent woman out. The sensation makes my balls feel warm and full, so close. She grabs at my arm to pull it from my cock. We are both so tied to the other that even tasting each others orgasms can bring us to our own edges. She doesn’t want my hard-on to go to waste…
…she is turned over, ass in the air, and cunt filled with my cock. She barks out curses with my thrusts. She gives orders as to how she wants me to fuck her, I debate on which ones to listen to.
“Faster!”, No, I like this pace.
“Harder!”, I slam into her harder, but stop once fully inside.
“Please!”, Now I will fuck her faster. What the hell, let her think she is running the show.
Words turn into moans.
Her ass slapping my hips with each penetration, countering the grunts.
My semen is a burning cauldron inside, needing release.
Her cunt clenches me, quivers around my cock, begging me to cum.
She would be begging me to cum too, if her mouth could form words.
I would be warning her that I was going to cum, but that would take the fun out of it. Fuck, I can’t honestly speak either. That part of my brain temporarily turned off.
I feel myself explode, and I feel her clench onto me. I grab her hips hard and pound each sweet explosion into her. Her body tries to strangle me. It is rough, and hard, and perfect. We are two jagged rocks being tumbled into smooth stones.
Our fucking kills two feral beasts. Our spent union leaves us in perfect nirvana.