Page 79 of Beautiful Beast

He’s paying attention to every twitch, shaky breath, and desperate whimper. Anything so sensitive I could cry, he keeps doing. Everything that feels so good I can’t even believe it’s happening to me, he keeps pursuing until…

“Fuck, yes. Oh, God. Adam!” I’m screaming his name like an oath, completely crazed and out of my mind with the need to come.

I’ve never felt such a tight, desperate, and needy ache, my clit so raw and sensitive that I both can’t stand what he’s doing and am dying for more.

The orgasm is expected, but still steals every bit of oxygen from my body. It’s the first drop on a huge rollercoaster, making me completely weightless, numb, and tingly everywhere.

He lets me rock and ride out every wave on his tongue, sucking my agonizingly sensitive clit between his lips while I whimper in a mixture of pleasure and agony.

“Belle,” he growls. “I will not be able to take it slow with you. I am out of my fucking mind with wanting you. So, you need to come for me now – again and again – because when I get inside that pussy, all I’m going to be thinking about is spilling everything I have inside you.”

“Can’t,” I manage through heavy pants of breath. My lungs can’t get enough air and my body is boneless. “Can’t come again.”

“You can and you will. And all you get is my tongue on your clit. The first part of my body that will ever go inside you is my cock.”

“Yes, please,” I moan. “Now.”

“My greedy, greedy girl.” His voice is a low rumble, and his body hums with need. He wants me, too – there’s no doubt. “You’ll wait until I say.”

He captures my clit in his mouth again, and it’s an electric current that sets every nerve ending on fire. Most guys can’t find a clit with a roadmap, but Adam’s touch is expert and unhurried, like he’s happy to spend his life between my legs.

Now there’s a dream.

His fingers knead my ass while he sucks, licks, and bites the bundle of nerves that have me out of mind and unable to keep still.

He reaches one big, strong hand up to roll my nipples, and I lose count of how many times he makes me come, each peak getting more intense and leaving my body increasingly raw and so sensitive that I can’t stop moaning.

I’m a puddle of wanton need and shaking uncontrollably by the time he rises. He swipes a hand across his mouth, which is glistening from my wetness, and yanks his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs, his hard cock springing free and hitting his abs with a wet smack.

The skin is tight and stretched, and he reaches into his bedside drawer for a condom and rolls it down his impressive length.

Part of me is disappointed because I want to put my mouth on him, but I also can’t muster up the energy to move. Before I can give it further thought, he’s on top of me, his hard, muscular body covering me from head to toe.

When his cock presses against my opening, it’s like a magnetic force drawing my hips down and trying to immediately force him into my body.

Somehow, he makes me crave more when my body is all but incapable of functioning.

“Now I can fuck you exactly how I want to, princess,” Adam says against my lips, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin.

I’m touching him everywhere at once, my fingertips desperate to memorize his muscular back, his hips, his ass. The pulse in his neck races under my fingertips and I kiss the column of his throat, tasting his heartbeat.

“And how do you want to fuck me?” I breathe.

“Like you’re mine.”

My heart explodes with love for this man. Every time he gets vulnerable, I melt and want to give him the world.

I can’t give up on him.

He wants to be with me – he just needs to battle some demons before he can.

His tongue moves into my mouth at the same time his cock slides inside me, and he swallows my sharp gasp of surprise.

I’m wetter than I’ve ever been – my thighs are absolutely drenched – and I’ve just had more orgasms in a night than anyone else has ever given me in my entire life combined.

But my body is still fighting to accommodate his massive cock that’s stretching me to the limits. And it hurts so damn good.

“Don’t make me stop,” Adam grinds out. “Please.”

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