Page 108 of Beautiful Beast

Pushing it to the side and plunging two fingers inside her silky heat makes her moan manically, and when my thumb finds her clit, her breath gets strangled by a gasp.

The smell of her arousal consumes my senses, and I have to grind my teeth to try and keep myself under control.

It’s a thin fucking line.

My cock is dying to slide inside her.

Her nipples are hard as glass through the thin material of her dress, and I suck on them one at a time, making her back arc as her pussy starts clenching my fingers. Jesus, her juices are dripping down my wrist and forearm and, damn, it feels good to be wanted by her.

“Adam,” she moans.

The hallway noise and music trickling into the room makes what we’re doing even riskier. A staff member could barge in here at any time.

I take her mouth and swallow her sounds, which are loud enough to draw attention from the hallway. She’s squirming manically, and when I pull my hand away, she bites my lip.

“No,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”

I want every one of this woman’s noises. Every moan, whimper, gasp, and cry needs to belong to me.

“Tell me you have a condom. I want to feel that pussy squeeze me when you come all around my cock,” I groan into her neck. “I didn’t bring one. We’re supposed to be fucking in my car or at home.”

Belle’s hands drop frantically to my zipper, working my cock out of my pants with shaking fingers. “No. I wasn’t expecting… But you know I’m on the pill.”

Fuck.

I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been, but it hasn’t made me completely reckless. Belle deserves better than me fucking her raw and losing it inside her for the first time in a closet, and then walking out of here with cum dripping down her thighs.

Even though it would be hot.

Really fucking hot.

“Fuck…” My voice has become more of a groan. Okay, fine. Whimper. “We’ll just…I’ll make you come with my hands.”

I gasp when her fist wraps around my bare cock, stroking me slowly from root to tip. It’s so fucking good.

“Just pull out like last time,” she pleads, squirming against me. “Oh, God, I need to be fucked. I need you.”

The look in her eyes does me in, and a compromise is in order. I recapture her wrists above her head in one hand and use my other to guide the first inch of my cock inside her, my lips locked on hers.

She’s letting me into her body, but also into her heart, and that means so much more.

My eyes temporarily lose focus as I get lost in how tight and wet she is.

God, I want to sink balls deep inside her.

But I don’t.

Instead, I enter her over and over again while my thumb strums her clit. When she starts to shake, I release her wrists and put my hand over her mouth to muffle the scream.

She sinks her teeth into my heated skin, and her pussy pulsing on the throbbing head of my cock has me close to shattering.

Pulling out is cruel torture, but exactly what I do, guiding her hand down to my dick.

“Make me come,” I demand.

I expect her to jerk me off, but she falls to her knees, the warm brown of her irises visible in the moonlight. Without hesitation, she wraps her lips around the tip and uses her fist to pump my shaft.

“Oh. You’re going to – Jesus, that feels good.” My breath comes in stuttered gasps and it is not going to be long before I blow.

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