Page 56 of Beast

“Fuck, baby,” I growl. “You’re going to make me lose control.”

Blake leans in, her lips brushing my ear. “Then lose control. I want you to.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I stand up, Blake’s legs wrapped around my waist, and carry her out of the water to the nearby chaise lounge. I lay her down gently, hovering over her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, trailing kisses down her neck. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that everyone on this boat will hear your scream.” I undo the ties of her bikini bottoms and toss them aside.

Blake arches into me, her nails raking down my chest.

I kiss her deeply while I slowly push my cock inside her. We both groan at the sensation, our bodies joining as one. I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep.

Blake meets me stroke for stroke, her hips undulating in perfect sync with mine as I fuck her into the chaise lounge beneath her.

“Gaston,” Blake moans, her voice thick with desire. “You feel so good.”

I pick up the pace, pounding into her harder and faster. Blake wraps her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me in deeper.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl. “Take it all.”

Blake’s eyes flutter closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her back arching to take me deeper with each stroke. I trail kisses along her neck, savoring her soft skin and the sweet sounds of her pleasure.

“Gaston,” she breathes, her nails raking down my back. “I need more.”

I growl possessively, gripping her hips to fuck her harder.

Blake cries out, her body trembling while she clings to me. I can feel her inner muscles fluttering, her orgasm building. I slow the pace, determined to draw this out.

“Not yet,” I command, pulling my cock from her.

She whimpers in protest, but I silence her with a bruising kiss.

When I finally slam back inside her, she’s shaking with need. “Please, I need to come,” she begs.

“Not until I say so.” I capture one of her nipples between my teeth, tugging gently. “You belong to me, remember? I control when you get to come.”

Blake moans, grinding against me with desperation. I slip a hand between us, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in torturously slow circles.

“Gaston, please!” she pleads. “I can’t...I need...”

“Shh,” I soothe, kissing her deeply. “I’ve got you, mi amor. Come for me.” With a few more well-placed strokes, I push her over the edge. Blake’s back arches as she comes undone, her walls clenching around me in delicious spasms.

When the last tremors of her climax have subsided, I pull out of her and lift her in my arms. “I’ve got something special planned for tonight, beautiful. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“What’ve you got planned?” she asks, her blue eyes searching mine.

I chuckle. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”

She pouts playfully. “Not even a little hint?”

“Let’s just say it’s something I think you’ll really enjoy.”

“Hmm, you’ve got me intrigued now,” Blake says.

“Good, that’s the idea.”

I kick the door to our bedroom shut and carry her to the bed, placing her down on the soft bedding, I smile. “Tell me, beautiful. Has a man ever popped your anal cherry?”

She gasps at the question, eyes flashing and thighs clenching. “No.”

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