Page 80 of Beautiful Beast

His jaw is so tight with restraint, and I can’t imagine taking more of him – how is there actually more of him? – but I also can’t imagine not letting him take me how he wants me.

I want to be this man’s fantasy and fulfill all his wildest dreams.

I tilt my hips up, and he slides the rest of the way inside me, a loud growl reverberating from the deepest place in his chest and shooting straight into my soul.

“You have the tightest pussy on earth,” he murmurs against my neck.

His breathing is shaky and his body is thrumming. Knowing it’s all from giving me pleasure – he’s barely let me touch him – is such a heady feeling that has me intoxicated with lust.

“I’m pretty sure you have the biggest cock on earth,” I moan.

I’ve had him in my mouth, but it was nothing compared to him entering my body in the most intimate way. He’s stretching me to the brink while also being the only thing holding me together.

“Are you ready for me?” he growls.

“You’re going to come?” I ask.

He chuckles, but it’s more like a whimper-groan. “No, Belle. Not yet. Just hold on.”

“What do you…”

And his hips start to move, slowly at first, but when I comply with his request and cling to him, he thrusts with punishing speed, his mouth locked to mine.

I’m not breathing independently anymore – we’re sharing air.

He holds my legs up, allowing his cock to sink what feels like another foot inside me.

I’m trying to say his name, but my moans are incoherent babbles intermingled with awed, shocked whimpers of what can only be described as pure ecstasy.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel like this, to have sex be a total body, out-of-this-world experience.

I’m reduced to only nerve endings, and I’m hyperaware of everything while floating in an abyss of time and space.

His wrists squeezing my ankles.

Our sweat dripping and mixing together on my skin.

His balls slapping me with an indecent sound on every thrust.

His abs grinding against my clit.

And then the most powerful, intense orgasm of my life descends without warning, scaring the hell out of me and ripping me apart from the inside out.

I scream, his name both a vow and a curse, as pleasure so intense it’s painful rolls through me in tidal waves threatening to drown me.

His shocked groan is more of a yelp as my pussy clenches his cock, making it feel like it’s swelling when there was already no more room.

He’s pulsing and throbbing inside me, and I know the moment he comes because he drops down on top of me and locks our lips together, his hips stilling after one final hard drive, getting deeper than he’s been all night.

He’s groaning my name over and over while he clutches onto me, and nothing has ever sounded hotter.

I wish like hell I could feel him come without a barrier.

Maybe I blacked out from the pleasure, but the next thing I know, I’m lying in Adam’s arms purring like a cat. He better let me stay exactly where I am, or there’s going to be hell to pay.

And he wants me to stay – I can sense it. His arms are locked around me like a vice, and he’s nuzzling into my neck.

“Princess?”

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