Page 11 of The Beast's Obsession

"That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

Her innocence is intoxicating. Every moan, every shudder of her body feeds the primal need inside me. I want to corrupt her, to ruin her for any other man.

And I will. By the time I'm done with her, she'll never want anyone else.

I curl my finger inside her, seeking that special spot that'll make her see stars. When I find it, her reaction is instant and breathtaking. She cries out, her back arching off the bed like a bowstring pulled taut.

"That's it, little one. Let me hear you," I growl, my voice rough with need.

I add a second finger, stretching her tight little pussy. She's so wet, so responsive to my touch. I pump my fingers in and out, curling them on each stroke to hit that sweet spot inside her. My thumb circles her clit, alternating between light teasing touches and firm pressure.

Lily writhes beneath me, her hips rocking against my hand. Her breathy moans fill the room, driving me wild. I'm achinglyhard, my cock straining against my zipper, but I ignore my own need. This is all about her.

"G-Grayson," she whimpers, her voice high and needy. "I feel...oh god..."

"That's it, sweetheart. Let it build. Don't fight it."

I increase the pace of my fingers, watching in awe as she climbs higher and higher. Her chest heaves, those perfect tits bouncing with each ragged breath. A light sheen of sweat covers her flushed skin, making her glow in the dim light.

"Look at me," I command, and those big innocent eyes lock onto mine. The trust and vulnerability I see there nearly undoes me. "Good girl. Now come for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

With a keening cry, she shatters. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as waves of pleasure wrack her body. I work her through it, drawing out her orgasm until she's trembling and oversensitive.

The sight of her coming on my fingers is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. My cock throbs painfully, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it in my pants like a horny teenager.

When the aftershocks subside, I gently withdraw my fingers. Unable to resist, I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, groaning at her sweet taste.

Lily watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, her chest still heaving. She looks thoroughly debauched—hair mussed, lips swollen, skin flushed. And I'm the one who did this to her. The possessive pride that surges through me is almost overwhelming.

"Beautiful," I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me like a good little girl."

She gives me a shy, sated smile that makes my heart clench. Fuck. I'm in way over my head with this girl.

But as I look down at her, I know there's no going back. She's mine now, and I'll move heaven and earth to keep her.

Lily's eyes flicker downward, landing on the obvious bulge in my pants. Her teeth worry at her lower lip, a gesture so innocent yet maddeningly erotic. Hesitantly, she reaches out, her small hand hovering just above my straining zipper.

"Can I...?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Her palm presses against my cock, and I have to stifle a groan. Even through the fabric, her touch is electric.

"It's so hard," she murmurs, exploring the shape of me with tentative fingers. Her eyes widen. "And big."

Pride surges through me at her words. I want to show her just how big, want to watch those pretty lips stretch around me. But I hold back, letting her explore at her own pace.

"Grayson?" Her voice is soft, uncertain. "Can I...can I see it? I've never..."

The admission shatters what remains of my control. With a growl, I capture her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her surprised gasp. My hands fumble with my belt, desperate to free myself from the confines of my pants.

When I finally spring free, Lily's eyes go wide. She stares, transfixed, as I wrap a hand around my shaft and give it a slow stroke.

"Touch me," I rasp, guiding her small hand to my cock. "Wrap those pretty little fingers around me."

She obeys, her grip tentative at first. I show her how to stroke me, guiding her movements until she finds a rhythm. The sight of her delicate hand on my cock is almost more than I can take.

"That's it, sweetheart," I groan. "Just like that."

Lily grows bolder, exploring every inch of me with wide-eyed curiosity. When her thumb brushes over the sensitive head, collecting the bead of pre-cum there, I nearly lose it.

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