Page 94 of Beautiful Beast

“You’re absolutely killing me, Belle.”

I give her what she asks for and press inside her body, but despite her brave words, she’s tense and anxious.

Back to doing things my way, I massage her breasts while kissing her collarbone and nipping her neck, my cock moving easier as her body slowly relaxes, finally letting me bottom out as she releases a huge breath.

“It’s a privilege to be inside you,” I growl into her neck. “Don’t tempt me to take more than you can give me.”

“Let me go on top,” she says.

I reverse our positions, figuring this is a better idea because she won’t take anything more than she has. She’s not going to intentionally hurt herself.

Instead, she gets into a squat and shows off how svelte her legs are, repeatedly rising and falling on just the top two inches of my dick.

I try to protest, but words won’t come out. When I grab her hips, she pushes my hands away and it’s clear that this pint-sized beauty is back in control.

Everything around me blurs – all I can see is her – and that’s okay because she’s all that matters to me anymore.

My legs are clenched so tightly they ache, and I’m dangerously close to having a painfully intense orgasm. Reaching forward, I stroke her clit exactly how she likes it and she comes with a scream, squeezing the head of my cock in agonizing pulses.

It’s possible that I’m going to black out.

I’m in a daze of pleasure and only thinking about sweet release.

Need.

To.

Get.

Off.

But she jumps off me and stands beside me, gently stroking me with her fingertips. “Are you going to fuck me hard now?”

“Jesus, woman,” I say on a half-chuckle, half-whimper. “You’re fucking relentless.”

“Just do what I’m telling you.”

I jump up so quickly that her eyes widen in shock when I grab her. Three strides have her back bumping into the wall and instead of retreating from the intensity, she jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

I press into the snug, silky wetness of my favorite place on earth, my brain in a daze of pleasure. She bites her lip with a challenge in her eyes and I relent, fucking her hard and fast.

With every pump, she moans long and loud, and I can barely make out the garbled words of her asking me for more.

And harder.

So, I give it to her, my hips plowing into her at a punishing speed. But even in my current state of half-coherence, I still chose this position because I can’t get deep enough to hurt her.

But I can get deep enough to make her scream.

And she does, her nails clawing into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

The intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain sends my orgasm hurtling at me like a runaway freight train.

“You’ll never fuck another guy without wishing it was me,” I snarl.

“I’ll never fuck another guy period,” Belle cries.

Christ.

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