Page 86 of Beast: Part Two

“On your knees,” he orders.

I get to my knees. He pushes my upper body down into the mattress. My ass is so up in the air my pussy farts. Without a warning, he enters me with a strong thrust that has me crying out and rocking forward.

His hands come down on my ass with a hard smack before he rubs the ache. “Don’t run.” He doesn’t stop his strokes ashe makes the command. His hips smack against my ass. He’s feeding me every inch of his dick.

“Uhhhhh, shit” I cry out, placing a hand at his thigh to keep him from going too deep. He grabs my arms and holds them behind my back as if I’m being arrested.

“I’ve been craving this pussy since the last time I was in it,” he grumbles. “You think you’re keeping me from it now? This shit is mine, Summer. Mine.”

“Fuck, yes. It’s all yours.”

He pulls out of me. Before I can ask a question, I’m on my side with a knee under my chin and the other one straight out. He places one knee on the bed before directing his length back at my opening. He pushes back in. I cry out at the new angle. He strokes me slowly and deeply.

“I love you, Summer. I fucking love you,” he moans as he works my body.

Sweat has his hair sticking to his flushed face. He looks absolutely handsome. I reach out a hand for him. I want to feel his skin against mine.

He pulls out and climbs on the bed. I roll over onto my back. As if he knew exactly what I wanted, he pulls his shirt off before getting on top of me. His body fits snugly between my thighs. He adjusts himself back inside me before pressing his chest to mine. I cup his face as I stick my tongue into his mouth. Our kiss is back to that desperate one from earlier.

From this angle he doesn’t get to pull out as far, instead he does a simple pull out and grind. The move has his brittle pubic hairs brushing against my sensitive clit. He lifts his upper body up a little, caging my head between his hands. His strokes are deep and slow. My eyes roll back into my head, my nails dig into his back as he fucks me so deep my lower stomach moves with his motion.

Gabriel has fucked me every which way but loose, he has sexed me so good I couldn’t walk the next day. But this time, we make love. He’s not fucking me, he’s making love to my soul. He’s tying his fate to mine.

When I open my eyes and my brown clash with his green, I see everything he is trying to tell me. He’s showing me he means what he said. He will stay. He lowers to his elbows and seals our lips together again. His heavy pants meet mine.

“Come for me,” he whispers against my wet lips. “Leave your mark on my back and fucking come for daddy.”

I erupt like a volcano. My scream bounces around the room, my vision goes out, and I wet his dick up. Gabriel lets out a growl that turns into a loud moan as he releases inside of me. His hot semen bathes my walls. Once he’s done, he falls to the bed, turning me onto my side.

Panting, I try to catch my breath, feeling weak. However, the head of his cock presses to my opening. He lifts my leg over his hip and pushes back into me.

I whimper at the intrusion.

“You thought this shit was over,” he chuckles as he starts to stroke in and out of me again.

I guess I won’t be going anywhere for a while.

chapter Twenty-two

Corbyn

Beast

Iwatch her as she sleeps. Her mouth open slightly, her braids scattered across her pillow like a waterfall. She is my peace.

“She is a whore,”Mother says in my head.

Hearing her voice is the sweetest sound in the world right now. I shut my eyes and take it all in.

After fucking Summer to sleep, I went out and talked to Alicia for a bit. She gave me the basics of my condition. She also told me I had a long road ahead of me but she believed I’d be alright. Basically, the voices are my conscious. My mother’s voice is the voice of the things I was taught. They are the impressions of the beliefs and lessons I learned from her. Priest’s voice is my true feelings. His voice is the beliefs I’ve established myself. Which is why most of the time those two voices are combative and disagree.

The demon in my head is the subconscious part of me. The part that does not feel or have emotions. It’s always been there. It is the part of me that will require the most work.

Another thing I asked Alicia to do is speak to Gabe. When Priest told me I was misdiagnosed, I thought of my son. Not always, but sometime the disorders I have can be passed down. I think mine are a combination of getting it from my mother and the condition in which she raised me. Either way, I want to make sure my son is okay.

Summer moves in her sleep, alerting me that she’s going to be waking up soon. Her eyes pop open and she looks right at me. She smiles before yawning and stretching.

“How long have I been sleep?”

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