Page 16 of Reign of the Beast

He thrust back inside me, shocking me with the added thickness. Two, or more fingers, I guessed.

I grunted, struggling to accommodate the invasion as he drove as deep as he could go.

When he unceremoniously withdrew them, a whimper escaped me, the emptiness crushing.

“Shh, my beloved,” he crooned, gliding his hands over my ass.

With a jarring burst of speed, he flipped me onto the table, my back across the black marble top, my cock jutting up toward the ceiling, precum oozing from the tip and trickling down my shaft.

It jerked violently as I watched him pull out his mammoth length and coat it from root to tip with lube.

He pocketed the tube in his suit jacket pocket, stepped out of his pants, then moved up close to the desk.

He ran his lube-coated hand up and down my cock, making me moan out loudly.

Then he squeezed the base of my shaft like a makeshift cock ring and plunged his cock into my ass.

“Fuck!” I cried out, bucking furiously on the desk, my ass clenching around his thickness. “Yes!”

He sawed in and out of me at an easy pace, driving deeper, bit by bit with every thrust.

A shock of intense pleasure took me by surprise when he hit that sweet spot in my depths.

“Fuck!” I roared, as he mashed against my prostate, over and over.

He shifted his weight. “Brace yourself,” he warned.

I stretched my arms over my head and grasped the edge of the desk tightly.

And then he brought his supernatural speed into play, jackhammering me, reaming my ass mercilessly.

All I could do was bellow out into the room. It was too intense to breathe steadily, let alone think, or even speak a full sentence.

My cock strained around his constricting grip.

I was trembling, bucking, screaming, the need to come straddling the line between pleasure and pain.

“Please,” I begged again.

His glazed eyes met mine, his jaw drawn tight, his muscles bunching and straining as he struggled to hold back his own pleasure.

He grinned slyly.

And then he abruptly released my cock.

Blood, pleasure and hell knew what else tore through me.

“Come! Come for me!” he commanded.

I couldn’t have held it any longer even if he’d ordered me to.

I snapped, my cock jerking violently, releasing a torrent of cum all over my naked chest, splashing up to my neck, my chin, pumping and pumping like mad.

Before I could catch my breath, he pulled out, then climbed onto the desk, stripping his suit jacket and shirt off with his vamp speed as he went. His tie hung down between us as he straddled me, gliding through the cum coating my chest.

My head full of the ecstasy that was still taking time to subside, the moment overtook me and I tugged on his tie, brought it to my mouth and cleaned the cum off with my tongue.

“Holy hell,” Lucian choked.

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