Page 40 of Beautiful Beast

She’s right, but I should be taking care of her first, not leaving her aching again.

When she works my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs, my hard cock springs free and she moans.

“Jesus, it’s like a billy club,” she says.

I chuckle and she looks up at me with a smile on her face.

“I don’t know what you’re so worried about. I can make this choice for myself. I’m not a virgin, you know.”

“I never said you were,” I reply. “But we both know you’ve never had anything like me.”

And goddammit, I don’t want her to have anyone else again. I want to fuck her mouth so good that she can never touch another man’s dick without thinking about me.

Apparently, being horny makes me possessive over women I shouldn’t even be looking at.

“Good thing I’m having you now,” she purrs.

“You don’t have to do this, Belle.”

“Stop it,” she says, taking the base of my cock in her fist and pressing her lips to the head. “You are way too sexy to be insecure.”

Somehow, she knows my mind is on my scar. Even with a beautiful woman between my legs literally asking to make me come with her mouth, it’s all I can think about.

The tightness in my face, my jaw, and how I must look when she’s staring up at me.

“I don’t care about the scar and you shouldn’t either,” Belle insists hotly. “You still deserve pleasure and love.”

Her voice breaks on the last word, and I should really stop this encounter from moving forward before she gets in too deep.

Hell, before we both do.

But my next protest dies on my lips because her mouth finds me like a heat-seeking missile. I no longer have the ability for rational thought, and overwhelming desire races through me like a current.

She slowly strokes my shaft while her tongue circles my sensitive glans, licking it like her favorite ice cream. Her head bobs in tandem with her fist, and when her free hand cups and massages my balls, I’m done.

I’m usually able to stay stoic and keep myself tightly reined in bed.

Not this time.

A loud groan escapes the darkest place inside me that only beautiful Belle can reach.

“Let me see those tits, princess.”

The last thing in the world I want her to do is stop, so I reach forward and rip her tank top open, her breasts popping out of the thin material.

Belle doesn’t believe in bras, and I am very much onboard.

I roll her nipples while kneading the ample flesh, and when she moans, it sends shockwaves of pleasure shooting through my cock and straight into my balls.

“Adam?”

She’s licking me from root to tip, pausing every so often to suck on the head and flick her tongue on the hard ridge, making me twitch.

“Yeah, princess?” I manage, clenching my thighs to keep the orgasm at bay.

“Fuck my mouth.”

Blood roars in my ears, creating a tunnel effect, and there’s no way that I heard her correctly. Clearly, my wildest dreams are speaking to me now.

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