Page 41 of Beautiful Beast

Sweet Bookish Belle wouldn’t say something filthy like that.

Not outside of my late-night fantasies anyway.

“What?” I gasp.

“Fuck. My. Mouth.”

Well, then.

I guess she would.

“Are you sure?”

“Stop doubting me,” she begs. “I won’t break. Give me what you’ve got.”

I stand from the bed and fist my hand in her hair, taking control of her head. She’s staring up at me, making it clear that she wants what I’m about to give her.

Belle digs her nails in the backs of my thighs and holds on tight as though encouraging me to move.

And so, I do.

I thrust slowly at first, testing her limits, and the head of my cock nestles in the tightest spot of her throat on every upstroke, creating the hottest, wettest pleasure tunnel.

She squeezes my legs, so I pick up the pace, holding her head immobile so that she has to take exactly what I’m giving her.

It should be too much.

She called my dick a billy club, and she wasn’t far off.

But even though she’s gagging every so often, she’s still holding on. She glides her hands up to my ass and pushes me forward, so I pump my hips harder and faster, exactly how I wish that I could fuck her sweet pussy.

Fuck, her pussy against my lips would be heaven.

Tears drip down her cheeks, but she’s still nodding and encouraging me to keep going.

Belle is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

My mind fragments as my consciousness starts to waver, my vision blurring while every muscle in my body coils like a snake about to strike.

Normally, I wouldn’t come this soon, but everything about Belle is too much to handle.

I push my cock into the back of her throat, and the cum is aching to release. My dick is throbbing and tingling so badly that it actually hurts.

Even though it kills me, I release her head and pull out of her mouth, dropping my hands down to her shoulders and rubbing them gently.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

Even though she’s rocking my world, there’s still uncertainty in her eyes.

“You do it how you want to,” I manage on a shaky breath. Jesus, I’m close. “I don’t want to hurt you, and you’re making me dangerously close to losing all control.”

“I like you out of control,” she moans. “Don’t hold back on me.”

She eagerly scrambles closer and teases the head of my cock between her thumb and index finger, pre-cum pouring out like a faucet.

“Fuck, I need to come,” I groan, my hips jerking of their own volition. “Give it to me, princess, please.”

But she doesn’t.

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