Page 58 of Hiding from Hope

No. Now, I want to give in to myself, I finally want what it is I desire, what I want.

I want the beast, to be the beauty who is ravished by him.

“I’m tired, Jessie,” I breathe, and I watch as his lips tip up at the corners, understanding everything I’d just decided without me even needing to say it. He continues to slowly stalk toward me, and when my knees hit the bed, I sit, and he remains standing in front of me. “You know what I’ve always wanted but never bothered asking for?” I continue, trying to hide just how turned on and desperate I am for him right now.

“Tell me.” His response is a deep, strangled groan, and I can see his control slipping. Desire and need pool between my legs, aching for his attention.

“I want a gentleman and a savage.” Slowly, I peel my shirt off over my head and look him dead in the eyes. “I want you to choke me and tell me how pretty I am.”

His control snaps.

Before I have a moment to know what’s happening, he grips my calves, yanking me to the edge of the bed and flipping me to my back as I gasp in surprise, biting back a giggle at how quickly he went from caring about my tears at the door to a caged animal in the bedroom. In one swift motion, he yanks my yoga tights down.

“You want to fuck a savage, sunshine?” he asks.

A whimper leaves my lips, and I swear my pussy clenches in anticipation at the sound of his voice like this. Rough and full of desperation. In a blink, my panties lay in pieces as they’re torn and my bra discarded to the ground.

The desire on his face, the way he appraises me, has me hot and squirming. God, I need him. I have never needed someone this way before. Reading my desperation, he teases me, slowly dragging his shirt from over his head and flicking the button of his jeans.

He hesitates for only a moment, but in that moment, I see it. The longing, raw look of hunger. Stripping off his jeans and boxers, his length springs free, and it makes me swallow, my mouth suddenly dry.

I might have been a little too confident, because, oh boy.

He strokes himself once, and I have to bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping. Returning my gaze to his, I reluctantly tear my eyes from gaping at the size of him.

Before I can say anything, he steps into my space, gripping my chin and lifting my face to look up at him. Confidence oozes from him in a way I’ve never seen before. He is in charge, this is all him. And I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

“Move up the bed, lie down, and open for me.” I do as he says, simply because I couldn’t come up with a retort if I tried. I lie on my back, keeping my gaze locked with his, as I slowly drop my knees, opening for him.

His eyes trail down my body, stopping only briefly at my breasts, enough time to stroke himself again before he lands between my legs and groans. Like the beast I asked for, he climbs to the bed, but lowers himself between my legs, his grip tight on my hips, my legs over his shoulders. A single swipe of his tongue up my middle and I gasp.

“Jess!” The single word unleashes him, and he does what he had promised that night on the counter.

He makes a meal of me.

His lips, tongue, and teeth devour me, like a man starved, teasing and nipping at my little bud. The sound of my moans fills the air, and I grip at his hair, guiding him as I ride his face. Those damn teeth lightly graze my clit again. “Jess!” I’m a panting, squirming mess, and he can’t get enough.

“I knew this pussy would be delicious.” His voice is raspy with desire and vibrates through me as he removes the grip on my left hip and spears two fingers inside my soaking heat, feeling that orgasm at the edge as I grip him.

“Oh, god! I’m going to come.” My words are a mix between a moan and a groan, and it pushes him further as he curls his fingers and drives me closer to the edge, his tongue working me closer. I feel the build, the tingle in my toes, the way it tightens, and I squeeze my eyes closed, ready for the euphoria his magic tongue will send me to. Just as it crests, he pulls back, biting my inner thigh. I groan in complaint, and he chuckles lightly as he looks up from between my legs, licking me from his lips.

“Needy,” he whispers and kisses a path up my stomach, his fingers running an achingly slow path down my middle, trailing the link from where I desperately need him, to my sensitive swollen peak.

“Please,” I beg.

“You said you wanted a savage.” I did. I so badly just want him unleashed. His lips reach the shell of my ear as he continues to whisper. “Turn around and put that delicious ass in the air, sunshine. Tonight, you’re coming on my cock.”

Oh my god.

I can barely see straight from the desire fogging my brain, from the need shaking my core, from the way I am dripping for this man and ready to be and do anything he wants. Following instructions, I roll to my stomach, to my hands and knees, shoving my ass back, but before I can get into any sort of position, he is gripping my hips and dragging me to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock teasing at my entrance, spreading the wetness.

“You are so wet for me, Ace,” he grunts, and then I feel his warm hand firmly press up the length of my spine, and a sound I can’t even begin to describe leaves my throat.

Pleasure. It is just pure animalistic pleasure, and I have never felt more desired than I do under his touch. His hand continues its trail until it wraps around the front of my neck and pulls me up, making my back flush with his front, his grip firm on my neck as he bites my ear and whispers, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

Then, in one whole thrust, he sheathes himself completely. A loud, almost scream leaves my lips at the same time a deep growl comes from him. Losing my breath for a moment as I adjust to the size of him.

“I knew this tight little pussy was going to fit me perfectly. Look how well you take me.” He slowly pulls out, almost to the tip, before he pushes back in with the same power as the first time, and I squeeze my eyes closed… too much. Oh, god!

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