Man-Eater by Zola Bird

next time, she thought. Hell , yes, would there be a next time? He slowly pulled out, her pussy already bemoaning the void he left in his wake.
    “Harder,” Kendra whispered.
    “Harder?”
    “As hard as you can.”
    And before she could even wrap her mind around what she had said, he plunged into her again. More powerfully this time. Faster. He removed his hand from her hips and slapped her on the ass while he was still inside of her.
    Oh, yes. Fuck that felt good.
    Then he pulled back out of her and rammed into her again. Kendra rocked her ass back out at him and they fell into a rhythm. She thrust herself back while he thrust in powerfully. Mercy. It felt like a slow speed car crash. Or a train wreck. He just kept pounding into her, again and again. Their relentless rhythm made her hotter and hotter. He reached forward tweaking her nipples.
    “Do you like that?”
    “Yes,” Kendra moaned.
    “ Do you love that?”
    “You know I do,” she said breathlessly.
    And he kept crashing into her, balls slapping against her ass. She felt the fireball that was her heat expand outward like an unstoppable force, getting larger and larger until there was no room within her for anything else. Was this it? Her orgasm? If it was, it would be more furious than the last. She could tell by the slow build.
    “Spank me again,” she said.
    “What?” he gasped.
    “Spank my ass.”
    He let go of her hip again and she felt his open hand come down hard on her ass. Yes. That was what she needed. More of that bittersweet sting.
    “Again,” Kendra said.
    Cyrus slapped her once more while simultaneously thrusting into her. Her fireball grew so big it couldn’t be contained. She knew this was it. Her orgasm. She teetered on the brink. Then he pulled out and jammed into her hard, one more time. As he did, he let out a roar and she felt his cock pulse, spasming inside of her at the same time she felt the rush of her own release. Her heat, her fireball, spun out of control, suffusing her body in its raging wildfire. Jolt after jolt of pure passion ran down her limbs. It was all coming out now, every ounce of heat and passion draining from her pores. The passion ran through her, coursing through her veins, and all she could think was that once it was gone, she would finally be able to relax. Finally, her raging hormones would let her rest. Finally, they would let her be.
    Her orgasm went on, seemingly endlessly, wave after wave of pleasure suffusing her being, and then gradually, almost imperceptibly, it subsided. After days of wanting it, of being desperate for it, she was finally free of her heat. She knew the relief wouldn’t last long, and she could still feel Cyrus’s cock pulse inside of her, but she was happy for this moment of respite, this moment of pure pleasure. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her down with him, snuggling his groin firmly into her ass.
    “That was beautiful, baby. Do you feel any better?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I do.”
    He draped his arm over her, cupping her breast. “How much longer will it last?”
    “My heat? A couple more days.”
    “Then we’ll have to do this again.”
    “Definitely,” she said. “Providing, of course…”
    “Providing what?”
    “That I’m still around.”
    “Oh, you’ll be around,” he said.
    “How do you know?”
    “Because I’m not letting you go.”
    “Not for a couple of days?” Kendra asked.
    “Not ever,” he whispered, snuggling her close. “I’m never leaving your side again.”
    Kendra felt her human side come alert briefly at Cyrus’s words, but she let it go. Because even if her human might shy away from that kind of commitment, her tigress liked the idea, and as the heat of her orgasm dissipated slowly through her limbs, Kendra found herself smiling at the notion. That would be wonderful, she thought, never having this tiger of a man leave her side, wonderful indeed. He interlaced his fingers with her own as her core slowly