Page 34 of Her Reclusive Beast

That’s the end of our verbal conversation. But the physical one is just getting started. When the tingling in my pussy gets to be too much, Max is the one slowly lifting and lowering me on his cock, the increased friction both satisfying and driving me wild. My fingers dig into his robe-covered shoulders. I need his bare skin. I push the fabric away impatiently until my palms are curved around the base of his neck. Better. So much better.

Max seems to agree. He pauses briefly, his gaze scanning the length of me, lingering momentarily on my breasts and hips, then holding where my pussy is stretched wide around his cock. His growl is possessive and sends a deep quiver through my body.

It’s enough to send me over the edge. My neck arches to the side and Max seizes the advantage, nipping at my flesh even as my pussy attempts to strangle his cock. “Max!” I moan. Tremorsare wracking my body, causing new ripples of excitement along my channel. It’s too much, waves crashing on waves that haven’t yet receded.

Max holds me firmly. “Let go, Jenna. I’ve got you,” he murmurs gruffly. It’s immediately followed by a deep grunt as his cock loses the battle of control and begins unleashing cum. As before, it calms the urgency. Leaving me replete and satisfied, content to rest against Max’s chest as his cock continues to pulse deep inside me.

It’s a long time before either of us feels the need to move. But eventually the fire begins to cool and my skin pebbles with goose bumps. That’s when Max lifts me off of him despite my grumble of protest. He slides his robe off of himself and around me before carrying me off over his shoulder for a hot shower.

A week later, Max and I have settled into something of a routine. He makes us breakfast and then we both work for three or four hours. The work space has become contentious, however. He wants to sit and write longhand from his armchair while staring at me sitting at his desk. While I think (for my own selfish reasons) that he can damn well type his manuscripts. I’ve suggested taking over one of the empty upstairs bedrooms for my office, but so far I’ve been met with frowns. He did order me my own desk and computer, along with two extra large monitors. That won’t all fit in his current office when they arrive, so something there will be changing soon.

Around noon, Max slowly rises to his feet, saunters over to where I’m sitting, and leans down to kiss me. This is the signal that he’s about to drag me off to a new part of the house to fuck me. Some of the empty rooms upstairs aren’t exactly conduciveto this activity, but Max has proven to be extremely creative. Today he’s opted for the laundry room and my bare butt is currently resting on the warm metal of the tumble dryer. I pull his head down for a swift kiss even as he floods my pussy with cum.

When we’re finished here, I’ll make us some sandwiches, which Max will insist we eat while I sit on his lap. He seems to love the idea that I’m sitting there, still dripping with his cum. Then we’ll clean up and usually go for a long walk around the property — sometimes down to the lake and other times deep into the woods. “We should get a dog,” I casually mentioned yesterday and Max seemed open to the idea except, “What about Kiki?”

“She’ll adjust if we find the right one. I think she’s a bit lonely, seeing as how you’re constantly kicking her out of the room so you can have your way with me.”

His right eyebrow winged up. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all, but she could use a friend.” I could tell by his sigh that we’ll have a dog before Christmas.

After lunch, we both work on marketing. There’s a lot of things the publishing house used to do (for better or worse) that we’ve now taken on. And I need to grow my own business so that Max isn’t the only client. It might go to his head.

His glow has diminished to barely detectable, so we often head into the small nearby town for dinner. It gets us out of the house and remembering how to talk to other people. Plus, Max is on a campaign for me to let him grow out his beard. He has a point, it’s the predominant style with the locals at this time of year. And it’s obviously his choice, but he knows I prefer a closer shave on him when he decides to go down on me. Something that he thankfully loves to do.

Then it’s home to tidy up anything left over from the day, maybe have a glass of wine in front of the fire followed by bed.And that’s when Max lets his dominant beast side out. I’m left feeling delightfully ravished and in no doubt that he loves every single inch of me.

“I want you again, already,” he murmurs in my ear when I’m already half asleep.

“You always say that,” I grumble sleepily. “But you never follow through,” I point out with a yawn.

“Because you need your sleep, little one. Just don’t be shocked if I wake you in the early hours to slake my lust with your precious body.”

I giggle at his over the top response while his hand rubs my bare hip gently. Snuggling into his chest, I can’t hold in the contented sigh. “You’re more adorable than I ever dared to imagine, Max. You can ravish me whenever you want.” But of course he doesn’t. Just gives a satisfied grunt of approval while tucking me in tightly against his side with a light kiss on my forehead.

“I can wait, knowing you’ll be here by my side in the morning, little Jenna.”

I know life can’t stay this perfect. Or at least I’m braced for the usual interruptions, like dentists and having my parents visit — which will definitely cut down on the fucking at noon. But then again, Max has proven the most unlikely things to be almost commonplace. Either way, I’m ecstatically content with my new life. Even if he still can’t get his commas right…

EPILOGUE

5 years later

Istifle a giggle as Max and I take adjacent seats on the private plane his ‘brother’ William rented for our family trip to and from their private tropical getaway. It was the first time all three of the men who refer to themselves as beasts (or sometimes lab experiments) got together in one place along with Javier, who they also include in their ranks, even if his connection is more tenuous.

Each of the men has made surreptitious glances back at the one bedroom located in the rear of the plane. Then each shakes his head ever so slightly and continues sitting with a sigh. From what the wives have shared, they all have non-stop libidos, but they’re even more careful with their privacy. So while there might be a door that can be closed, it’s not enough to entice them back there, where everyone will know what they’re doing. Javier might be the exception. I don’t think he gives a damn what anyone is aware of or thinking. But his wife is much more reserved, so I imagine he’s holding back for her sake.

The other wives intimidated me at first with all their scientific advanced degrees. I have a college degree in English, but that’s worlds away from PhDs or Candace’s degree in botany. But when the four of us absconded to the fire pit one evening with a bottle of wine each, the barriers quickly slipped away. They’ve all read Max’s books and had a million questions about how I could find the focus to edit instead of curling up terrified under the covers.

Then we moved on to discussing the men and how each of them has struggled with the genetic inheritance they didn’t ask for.

“It’s taken all this time for Javier to agree to have children,” Lena mused. Her real name is Aileen, but she’s adopted Javier’s pet name for her when she’s not in a professional setting. I think it suits her much better, and I gained a fresh respect for Javier’s insightfulness when I heard her tell the story.

“So are you trying?” Angie asked cheekily. When Lena blushed, she caught herself. “Oops, sorry. Sometimes I talk before I think, especially when there’s wine.” She waved the bottle over her head happily.

“It’s okay,” Lena smiled shyly. “Yes, as soon as we get back home. Javier is very determined to be a responsible parent, and I didn’t want to give up alcohol on this trip so…” She blushed again and took a big sip from her plastic wine glass.

“What about you, Jenna? Are you and Max going to have kids or adopt? Or go the happy childless route like Angie and William?” asked Candace, the only one of us with children so far.

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