Page 25 of Beast

“I said, say it again.” His voice was hoarser like he was as turned on as I was by his actions.

“I said that I want you to make me feel like a woman.”

“Be careful what you wish for… it might fucking come true.”

He said it slowly, as though he were pacing his every word as he said it, and one hand roughly shifted down the side of my arm, from my shoulder to my spine, as he turned me to face the wall.

“This is what you want!”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he spun me around so quickly that I nearly lost my breath with the thrill and excitement of it all. His mouth was so close to mine, but I knew he wasn’t going to kiss me. I’d read about it before. Kissing someone while having sex with them was a sign of affection. Probably a weakness that he could never display to me.

I didn’t want or need to know if he felt anything but lust and desire for me.

He ripped my nightie like it were a piece of string. I should have been frightened as he growled at the same time.

“You want the animal in me to come out? You want to see all of me?”

I felt so damn wet as he continued to greedily grab my body like a man possessed like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands were on my breasts one minute, then my ass the next, and he did the same with my panties as he did my nightie. It was as though he were pacing himself, and I loved seeing his length grow as he did it.

It was huge, fucking big, and it felt like he was torturing it, as he didn’t adjust his pants and set it loose.

“You want my big cock inside of you? It could rip you apart.”

I shook my head, thinking he was right. I was way out of my league, even if my nipples and dripping pussy were saying otherwise.

He pushed me down on the bed face up as if I weighed nothing, and then he stood. I bounced up, and my eyes widened at the sight of it.

“Oh my.” I licked my lips as he released the cock that he’d been hiding in his pants. It was big.

No, fucking enormous.

I hadn’t seen one before. Not like this. Not in the flesh. I’d watched a couple of pornos by myself, curious about the act and what it all meant. They looked big on screen, but I felt they exaggerated them to make them look bigger. But this was real; he was naked in front of me. And no more would I be curious about sex. I would have done the act. I opened my legs wider, letting him know that I wasn’t frightened or turned off by the sight of it. No, it was the complete opposite. Then he bouncedonto the bed, raised my knee, and like a flash of lightning, he pushed inside me.

“Arrh!” I screamed out so damn loud.

“Enjoy it. Don’t think of the pain, just think of the pleasure. I’m taking it easy with you.”

He leaned to the side, and I couldn’t even face him, but I could feel his eyes watching me. Probably enjoying my torture, until like he’d said, no more did it feel like torture, but I started to enjoy it.

“That’s my girl. I can tell you want more.”

He was sliding in farther, and no more did it feel like he was putting big fingers into a small glove. My body was adjusting to his size, and as it did, he moved closer to me and I felt the warmth of his body on top of me.

It felt as though we were connecting as he rocked into me, and his groans were met with my moans. No more did I feel tense, as I relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure he was giving me.

“I told you the pain would pass.”

The pain was gone, and now something else was taking over me. It was an orgasm that I’d never experienced, as I gripped tight to his body and screamed the more he groaned, and he seemed to take pleasure in the fact he was fucking me like he never had before.

I felt his cum shoot up into me. The more wet we became, the more I screamed. His length reduced for only a matter of minutes and then he lifted me like a ragdoll and had me holding the bedpost. He greedily grabbed my breast and then he jerked up inside me again, as if he hadn’t come yet. I didn’t know or care what time it was or what would happen next. I just knew he wanted me. He wanted me so badly that it made me laugh as he hungrily took my nipple into his mouth, then he pulled out and turned me over.

Behind me, he slipped his cock in between my legs. I whimpered. He was going to torture me again. “Please, put it in,” I begged as he crudely caressed my breasts with one hand and I held on to the pole for dear life. The whole idea of it all coming to a dramatic end felt too soon and I wanted more.

So much more.

He held on to my back and butt, rubbing them both with his other hand, and he laughed. “How badly do you want me?”

I cried out. I had come, and now I was halfway to another climax, and he was teasing me. “Desperately.”

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