Page 77 of Beast

Gaston chuckles. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what you need from me.”

“I need to come. Please make me come.”

“Mmm, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Gaston purrs, trailing kisses down my torso. “Since you asked so nicely...”

His tongue circles my clit, making me cry out. I’m beyond words now, reduced to primal sounds of pleasure. Gaston works me steadily toward release, fingers joining in to stroke and tease.

“Come for me,” he growls against my flesh. “Give yourself to me completely.”

His words send me over the edge and I come undone, shuddering violently. Gaston continues lapping me up while I ride out my climax, wringing every last tremor from my spent body.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Gaston shifts off the bed, leaving me sitting on it. I watch him remove his jacket first, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His movements are slow, building the anticipation with each discarded item. When his shirt comes off, my mouth waters as the sight of his perfect chiseled chest and the dark ink covering his tanned skin. I’ve missed seeing him like this.

Gaston pauses, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He kicks off his shoes and removes his belt next. I catch myself holding my breath when he pops the button on his pants and lowers the zipper agonizingly slowly. Before discarding them on the floor along with his boxer briefs.

“Did you enjoy the strip tease?” he asks, standing there in his naked glory, his big thick cock standing upright and ready. The ache deep within gets impossible to ignore.

“Yes, sir,” I breathe.

I can’t tear my eyes away from Gaston. He really is a god of a man. I find myself utterly captivated by him.

Gaston’s eyes burn into me, full of hunger and possession. Slowly, he joins me on the bed, settling between my thighs.

“You’re exquisite,” Gaston murmurs, his breath hot against my throat. His teeth graze my skin, nipping sharply. I gasp, arching into him instinctively.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?”

I meet his smoldering gaze steadily. “I need you inside me. Now.”

Gaston’s eyes blaze. Unable to resist any longer, he positions himself at my entrance. With one powerful stroke, he fills me completely.

I let out a low moan, my body yielding to him. This feels right. All the fighting and what for when every time he’s inside me I feel whole?

Gaston begins to move, his powerful body working above mine. His thrusts start slow but quickly gain momentum, each one hitting that sweet spot inside. I wrap my legs around him, drawing him in deeper, craving more.

“Goddamn, your cunt feels better than I remember,” Gaston growls, his fingers digging into my hips painfully. I relish the sting, knowing he’ll leave bruises.

He dips his head to capture one of my nipples in his mouth and I cry out, sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

I meet his thrusts eagerly, our bodies slapping together in a primal clash. He’s rough and unapologetic, slamming into me with such force it steals my breath.

Gaston hits a particularly sensitive spot and I clench around him, nails raking down his back. He hisses, quickening his pace.

I can feel my climax building, a steady pressure that grows with each of Gaston’s powerful thrusts.

“I want to feel your tight little cunt come around my cock,” he rasps in my ear. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tumble over the edge. “Oh God! Gaston!” I scream his name, white hot and seeing pleasure arcing through my veins. A flood of liquid squirts around his cock.

He grabs my throat and squeezes. “Look at me when you come,” he demands.

My eyes snap open and he continues to fuck me through it, keeping his hand around my neck like a collar. And it makes my pleasure heighten, building me toward another explosive orgasm.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby girl. Let me feel every inch of your sweet pussy clenching around my cock again,” Gaston growls, his grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly as he thrusts deeper. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

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