Page 18 of Her Beast

“Shut up,” he ordered, but the words lacked any real heat and he continued to stroke from her burning bottom down to the back of her knees, and then up again.

He pressed the heel of his hand against the split between her legs hard enough to nudge her clenched thighs apart, managing to stimulate her female parts even though he wasn’t touching her directly.

Julia whimpered.

“Like that, eh?”

“No!”

He chuckled. “Liar. I bet if I shoved a finger up your tight little cunt it would be wet and swollen.

Julia shuddered at his vulgar, horrifying words.

But there was no denying the truth of them: she had rarely become so wet and swollen so fast, even with Lily.

His caressing hand hovered over her agonized backside before stroking against the seam of her legs, lingering over the place where her swollen lower lips were crushed between her thighs.

“I could do that for you—girl, give you what you need.” His soft, wheedling tone was one she’d never heard from him before.

“Wh-What do you mean?”

Smack!

“You already gave me twenty!”

“Don’t play stupid with me. You know what I mean. I’ve been watching you for months as you tried to get that little pansy to be a man and fuck you hard the way you need it. Christ! Every bloke for miles can smell that ripe cunny of yours.” He lightly traced a finger down the fabric stretched over her back cleft. “Damned sweet it is, too.”

When Julia tried to push herself up, he held her down with terrifying ease, laughing.

“Let me up.” She’d meant to demand it, but sounded whiney and weak, instead.

“When I’m good and ready.”

Julia gave up her pointless squirming since she suspected he actually liked it.

“You know what you are?”

Julia refused to answer.

“You’re a filthy little slut who needs her cunt stuffed with something big and hard.”

Julia’s head spun at his vile words but the wicked throbbing deep within her womb intensified. The sensation was a familiar one—it was what she felt right before she climaxed from her hand—but this feeling was so much rawer.

Unwanted, Carl’s words came back to her like a slap in the face.You’re a filthy little slut who needs her cunt stuffed with something big and hard.

That’s not true. That isn’t what I want.

But even in the privacy of her own mind the protestation sounded unconvincing and pathetic.

Oh God. What is wrong with me? Why would I like such a thing—and from such an odious—

Smack!

Julia yelped again. “Why?You said you were only giving me twenty.”

“I changed my mind. Now,count.”

“Twenty-two, you—youpig.”

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