Trapped In Beastly Desires

Kayla arched her head back with her eyes shut, drawing a sharp intake of breath as the pleasure cruised through her, consuming the whole of her. Anthony took the hint and drove his tongue through the column of her neck to her chin, and then to her lips before ravaging her mouth with one hell of a demanding kiss.

He dug into her at a slow, steady, relenting pace. His hand collared around her neck as he kissed her, extending his kisses along the delicate skin of her neck. He was kissing her neck when he stopped at the feeling that hit him, though he didn't stop the flow of his thrust. Something wasn't feeling right. He still was in the thralls of that fear. It was a foreboding feeling—one he didn't mean to feel —one he couldn't explain. What the heck was it?

Pulling out of her, he immediately grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was on all fours, her ass to him as he knelt behind her. He palmed her ass cheeks firmly and parted them for his easy access. He thrust his hips forward