Page 37 of Beast

His lips are demanding, claiming mine in a way that steals my breath away. I grasp his shoulders while he pulls me onto his lap, my dress riding up my thighs. His hands grip my waist, holding me firmly in place while his tongue explores my mouth.

A deep moan escapes me, which spurs him on. His kisses grow more urgent and passionate. His cock strains against my pussy and I grind against him, searching for friction.

He growls into my mouth, his fingers digging almost painfully into my hips.

“Gaston,” I gasp his name as he breaks away from my lips, trailing them down my neck.

He nips me with his teeth. “I want you too, Blake,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rasp that sends heat flooding through me. “But not here. Inside.”

Before I can respond he’s lifting me and pushing open the door to the limo, carrying me out of it and into the building.

We barely make it into the elevator before his mouth is on mine again, kissing me deeply as his hands roam my body.

I cling to him, consumed by the fire raging inside.

Somehow we make it to the apartment. Gaston kicks the door shut behind us, pressing me up against it. His eyes blaze with unrestrained desire.

“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking for. But Gaston understands. With a wicked grin he spins me around, pressing my front into the cool wood of the door. I gasp at the sudden movement, my pulse thundering in my ears.

Slowly, he drags the zipper of my dress down. I tremble in anticipation, wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. The dress pools at my feet and I step out of it, clad only in my lacy underwear.

Gaston’s hands caress my bare back and I arch into his touch, needing more. He dances his fingers along my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My palms remain flat against the door, bracing myself.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. His hands slide around to cup my breasts and I bite my lip. My nipples harden instantly under his touch and he rolls them between his fingers.

“I’ve wanted this since the day I saw you, baby girl.” His words are like velvet against my ear. “To have you trembling and begging to be taken.”

I let out a soft gasp when one hand slips lower, fingertips brushing over the lace covering my cunt. He applies enough pressure to have me writhing, desperate for more.

“Tell me what you want, Blake.” His voice holds a note of command.

I hesitate only a moment before the words spill out. “I want you. Please.”

He rewards me by pushing the lace aside and stroking through my wet pussy. I cry out, pushing back against him shamelessly. His other hand keeps working my aching nipples while he continues his sweet torture between my legs.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he growls. “Is this how you pictured it, Blake?” His chest presses against my back as he teases his lips against my earlobe. “Fucked senseless by me against the door?”

My mind is too consumed with desire to respond. All I can do is focus on his fingers expertly stroking my clit. The pressure builds steadily inside me and I know I’m close, so close...

Suddenly, he stops.

I whimper in protest but then feel him turning me to face him. His eyes are dark with unrestrained lust. Deftly, he unzips his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. The sight ignites that deep ache inside.

Gaston grips my chin. “Kneel for me, beautiful.”

I drop to my knees, gazing at him for the next instruction.

“Such a good girl. Open that pretty mouth.”

Opening my mouth, I move forward and take him into the back of my throat, gagging slightly. I pull back and swirl my tongue over the silky head of his cock, tasting his delicious precum.

He lets out a guttural groan, grabbing a handful of my hair.

“That’s it, take it all right into the back of your throat.” He guides himself deeper.

I relax my jaw, allowing him to use my mouth as he pleases. As I pleasure him, I feel myself growing impossibly wetter. I need him to fuck me more than I’ve need anything else. Before long, I’m moaning around his cock like a dirty whore.

Gaston’s eyes flash when he notices I’m playing with myself. “Did I tell you that you could touch your pussy?”

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