Page 67 of Ruthless Beasts

“I’m afraid of disappointing you, all of you. You have a world of experience and all I have is?—“

I cut her off with a kiss before pulling back. “Well, first, to do sex… you’ve got to trust your partner. Do you trust me?”

She glared at me. “You know I do. Are you mocking me?”

“I’d never, sweet Belle.” My eyes left hers to glance at her lips before returning. “Second thing when you do the sex, there is kissing. Lots of kissing.”

“You're not funn—“ My mouth crashed into hers before she could finish, cutting her off. At first, she was stiff against mylips, but all it took was a little coaxing before her lips gave way, working tentatively in a dance with my own. The kiss was slow and sensual as I learned her mouth and savored the noises she made against my lips. I didn’t dare pull away until she was wiggling under me, rubbing herself against my hard length, seeking some relief.

“Third in doing sex—“ I panted.

“Who would have thought you could be funny too?”

“Shhh.” I put my finger up to her lips. “We are learning how to do sex.”

“I hate you.”

I smirked, then flexed my hips, loving the way her head tilted back as she gasped. “The third thing…” I danced my fingers down her body, slipping them into the waist of her shorts, past her underwear, until my fingers met the moisture pooling between her thighs. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to lose the control I was holding onto. “Third… is to have you ready. Are you okay if I touch you, Belle?”

She pushed her hips forward, pushing against my hand as she nodded. But I wouldn’t move unless she told me to. “Fuck. Yes. Please, touch me.”

And maybe I was teasing her before, but all jokes disappeared when my finger dipped into the wetness and sunk into her body, feeling just how much need kissing me created. I pumped my finger slowly into her, working gently as I kissed her lips, her neck, her chest. Anywhere I could reach with my mouth got lavished with attention. I knew I should be gentle, but I couldn’t stop myself from placing rough bites against her skin and soothing them with my tongue. I couldn’t stop my hands from moving faster, or my fingers from stretching her enough to slide another digit in. And when my thumb joined, dancing along her clit until she lost all control, squeezing my fingersas she pulled them into her body, I couldn’t stop myself from capturing her lips to swallow all her moans.

Our chests heaved together as she rode my hand to completion, and when her body stopped spasming against my hand, I pulled it out and brought my fingers to my lips. Not taking my eyes off her, I sucked her cum off my skin, moaning around just how fucking good she tasted. She was sweet, like the best type of dessert, and one day I planned on consuming her whole, so many times she’ll forget there was anyone in this world but me.

I shimmied off her shorts and underwear that had worked their way down her thighs at some point and tossed them to the floor. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you glistening so fucking pretty for me.”

I cooed my praise as I knelt next to her and took her in. Her sweet cunt was soaked. She pushed herself up, so we were facing each other, her hands going to the waist of my boxer briefs, as she pushed them down. “Step number four?”

I swallowed. “Step number four is… fuck.” Her fingers wrapped around the iron of my shaft, stealing my words. “Belle, do whatever the fuck you want to me. I can’t concentrate on words when you’re touching my cock.”

Her fingers moved up and down until her palm was coated in precum, and her movements were slick against my skin. “Can I… taste you?”

Jesus Christ, the innocence in her question, the uncertainty in her eyes, made my balls tighten and my spine tingle. I was surprised I could speak at all. “Baby, you’re in charge of step four, not me.”

I wouldn’t tell her no, though I probably should. Call me selfish, but it had been a long fucking time since I’d had lips wrapped around my cock, and the temptation of that pleasure was too much to deny myself. She bent over, her long hairtickling my thigh as her tongue darted out and brushed against my tip. I saw stars, my hands instantly shaking as I reached out and touched the headboard, steadying myself so I didn’t pass out.

My other hand went to her hair, burying my fingers in the strands as I moaned her name. “Fuck Bellamy. That feels so good, you're doing such a good job with my cock.”

Her mouth opened wide at my praise, and my dick disappeared between her lips, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat. I lost my damn mind to the delirium her mouth caused, not even knowing the words I was speaking or the praises I was dropping. All I knew was it had been a long damn time since I’d felt something, anything at all, this good, and I was torn between a battle of wanting her to stop and wishing she’d suck me until I’d spilt my load so far down her throat that all she tasted for the next twenty-four hours was the saltiness of my cum.

I pulled her hair, forcing her mouth off me, then I nudged her upward, making her rise on her knees before I grabbed her hips and fell backwards, letting her fall on top of my body. I adjusted her legs, allowing her to straddle my hips as my cock nestled against her ass. “You can tell me no, Belle. I’ll understand.”

Instead of answering, she leaned forward and kissed me, adjusting her hips as she did so that when she lowered herself down, her cunt cradled my cock between its lips. She rubbed against me, teasing me with her warmth until she tilted her body and sank down slowly. I thought I had died with the pleasure her body brought, but her fingernails digging into my chest reminded me I was still very much alive.

My palms went to her hips, holding her steady as she adjusted to my size. God, even her whimpers as she sunk to the hilt were so fucking sexy. I wanted to hear more of it. Record it. Use it as my ringtone, so every damn day I could be remindedof this moment. When she was adjusted to the size, she moved again, sliding up and slamming back down, creating a friction that had my heart pounding out of my chest and muscles tight with restraint.

“You’re really big,” she whispered as she bounced with the movements.

I gave into the weakness and let my palms come up, cupping her breasts. They were heavy, fuller than they were even a few weeks prior. “You’re taking me like your body was made for mine, Belle.” I squeezed her nipple, and she cried out, her core clenching against my cock. “You like that, baby?”

I did it again, and her body's reaction proved that I may be a breast man when it came to her, but her breasts were made for my attention. I fondled her, rocking my hips in thrusts up, meeting her body, creating the perfect dance until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I was barely holding on, hardly able to think about anything else but the pulsing in my balls and the tingle in my spine that threatened to overtake me at any movement.

I reached between her thighs, finding the slick, swollen bud of her clit, and pressed down, rubbing it in circles until Belle, my beautiful fucking wife, broke into pieces around my cock, squeezing my dick so hard that I couldn’t control it any longer, and I spilled my seed inside of her, groaning her name as she collapsed against me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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