An excerpt from Chapter Three of 'The Ivorian' by Erotica Novella 

As if in slow motion, she struck. Reminiscent of a nature program documenting the lunge of a predator at its prey. Her teeth were bared with her tongue extended, leaving a large blackened hole to devour me. I felt her teeth scrape either side of my big head and was expecting to hit a wall any moment, but she kept advancing. It took several more inches before I struck the back of her head. I took a step back to give her air but only had an inch behind me before hitting a makeshift kitchen unit. 

In a single act of forwarding motion, she demonstrated that she wanted everything I had and gave me a good reason to believe she could take it. I let her press her skull further onto me. As it got tighter, her gargles and gags became louder. In disbelief, I watched her move only a few inches from my groin, where she locked. Panicked breathing escaped her nose as she struggled to let me settle deep inside her, but she was intent on keeping me in. Feeling my whole length pulling downward, she was nestling back on her knees so that she was sitting. Our eyes were burning into each other. Before that day, I had never seen or felt something so good. 

Streaming eyes and running mascara, she shot me a look of innocence before turning her eyebrows to devilish arrows pointing straight to hell. She began biting down on me, shaking my whole anaconda inside her mouth, thrashing her head around in a bestial way. I was the toughest of meats to a ravenous wolf.