Page 42 of Beautiful Beast

Instead, she brings me to the edge more times than my fragmented brain can count. My entire body shakes violently, and I have never needed to get off so badly in my life. I’m not even sure what noises are coming out of my mouth anymore, but I’m desperate and pleading.

Another first.

“Can you come like this?” she teases, slowly stroking my dripping wet cock with just her fingertips.

I’m so sensitive that I’m trembling from every stroke, so fucking close to shooting cum all over her.

“Belle,” I warn.

All I want is for her to go to town on my cock, stroking it viciously fast while sucking hard enough to leave marks.

Instead, her tongue swirls around the most sensitive places on the head while her fist pumps too slowly and gently to take me over the edge I’m teetering precariously on.

I’m out of my mind with need and desire, and my hands move down to help her finish me off because, fuck, I’m going to blackout if I don’t come in the next three seconds.

But she pushes me away.

“You said I could do it.”

“But you’re not,” I growl. “Fuck, princess, you need to make me fucking come. My dick aches so bad. It’s never throbbed like this, and only you can make me this hard, horny and desperate. Fuck, I need to come. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My words are starting to sound garbled, and I’m learning that is possible to be horny enough to just fucking die.

I’mthis close.

“Please,” I groan. “Can’t take it. Need you so bad.”

And, finally, she has mercy on me.

“Give it to me, Adam. You’re going to taste so damn good. Please come for me.”

And my brain explodes because, goddammit, no woman on earth is hotter than the one between my legs begging for my cum.

She pumps her fist exactly how she’s learned I need it before hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard. So, so gloriously hard, and her mouth becomes my own personal heaven.

My orgasm hurtles like an out-of-control freight train rushing through me with a roar, and there’s not a chance I can stop it.

In a tender move that shocks me, I cup Belle’s face and look into her eyes when I’m at my absolute most vulnerable.

And I come with a rush, a strangled, animalistic sound ripped from deep in my chest as I fill her mouth. It’s shooting in non-stop waves, and she’s gagging as she tries to keep up with swallowing it all, her tongue still rubbing all the spots that ache so fucking much.

Good girl.

She keeps going until I’m totally spent, licking all over my cock to make sure she didn’t miss a drop.

And there’s something about just being with her that is so fucking intimate. I should be running away from what she makes me feel, but I can’t.

Not yet.

I pull her up into my arms and lay back on the bed, still groaning into her hair.

“Fuck,” I murmur.

“Feel good?” she purrs.

“So fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad.” She sounds ridiculously proud of herself, and I kiss the top of her head with a grin.