Page 10 of Beasting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 1)
I dove back down to her pussy, my tongue curling over her clit and making her gasp as I pushed her higher and higher, feeling her slick juices trickle down my chin.
I stood suddenly, my whole body on fire as I loosened my pants. I knew I couldn’t fuck her — not yet, or at least certainly not like this. But goddamn I needed to feel her.
She gasped as I scooped her up, her back against my chest, one arm under her knees, the other over her chest. I cupped her jaw, turning her head to claim that mouth and let her taste her own sweet juices. She whimpered, kissing me right back as I strode across the terrace to one of the benches overlooking the gardens below. I pushed the front of her dress down, exposing her breasts and those fucking perfect nipples to my fingers as she moaned into my lips.
I sat on the bench, her back still to my chest and her legs spread wide on either side of my legs. I growled into her neck, yanking her dress up until her tight little pussy was bared to my gaze as I hungrily looked over her shoulder. She was so small compared to me, so tiny against my huge form.
I teased her nipples with one hand as I dipped one between her thighs. She cried out as I found her dripping slit, running a big finger up and down her tight opening and teasing her clit before I slowly began to push inside. She moaned deeply, trembling against me as my finger parted her slick folds, inching inside her impossibly tight little cunt. I curled my finger up, stroking her as I rolled her clit with my thumb, my mouth sucking and biting at her neck.
I dropped my hand from her breast to my fly, finishing unzipping it. I could feel her tremble, gasping as she looked down to what I was doing.
“Are you going to—”
“No, Princess,” I purred. “Not here.”
The zipper pulled down, and I reached inside.
“You’ve heard the rumors.”
She whimpered.
“And do you believe them?”
Isla moaned as I stroked my finger in and out of her pussy.
“Should I?” she husked.
“This one, you should.”
I pulled my cock out, and I swear I could feel her pussy tighten on my finger.
“Oh. My. God,” she barely whispered.
I grinned, fisting my thick, pulsing cock. I started to finger her again, loving the way she whined those moans out. I began to stroke myself in time with my finger in her slit, letting my cock throb hot against her thigh. Isla whimpered, panting as I teased her clit with my thumb.
The beast started to take over.
I let go of my cock and reached for one of her hands. Slowly, I brought it down, and she trembled as I wrapped her fingers around my dick. Her little hand barely got halfway around it, and she whimpered so sweetly I almost wanted to just take her right there.
But no, patience.
This creature was making me feel things I hadn’t felt in four years. I’d never been one to think there was “the one” out there, but she had to be it. I’d known it the second I walked into the ballroom that evening and laid eyes on her. This princess was it for me, and I knew it. I also knew that I’d be damned if was just going to fuck her out here during her father’s party like some cheap date.
When I fucked her — and I would fuck her — I’d do it in a bed. I’d take my time. I’d make her come until she couldn’t stand it. I’d make her mine, but not out here like this.
…Just the same, that didn’t mean I was done with her.
Chapter 7
Isla
My hands trembled as I stroked his cock — the first cock I’d ever touched and it was massive. It had to be a foot long and easily as thick as my wrists.
I mean, I had slender wrists, but still.
He pulsed like hot steel under my fingers, so soft and so hard at the same time. He growled into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as he played with my pussy.
This was certainly a night of firsts, that’s for sure.
His finger curled deep inside, stroking in and out. God his finger was so thick — stretching me like that. I stroked his cock and stared at it, my eyes wide. I couldn’t even imagine getting that inside of me! I also couldn’t imagine I was actually doing this, sitting here on a terrace of my father’s palace, on the lap of a beast of man, notorious for being dangerous.
…Stroking his huge cock while he played with my body.
I brought a second hand to his shaft, slipping it up and down lightly. I squeezed a little tighter and he groaned.
