Page 69 of The Beast

“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “There are no words to describe the feeling of finally being inside you, sweetheart.”

I move my hips, grinding my pussy against him. It rubs his cock against my inner walls in a new way, eliciting a ripple of pleasure.

“Fuck,” I say, wanting more. “Please, Keir.”

He looks up at me, a sheen of sweat beginning to break across his forehead. He moves then, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure, tentative at first, then more and more certain.

Keir takes my small breast in one broad hand, pinching the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flame start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.

“God,” I moan. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts. “More. I want more!”

He stiffens for just a moment, then grabs my hips and pulls me up a few inches. He forgets his hesitant rhythm and starts hammering himself in and out of my pussy. My eyes widen for a second. He starts sweating in earnest, his sweat mixing with my own every single place that my fingers touch.

Looking at his fierce expression, I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. But at the same time, the ripples of my inner pond are growing in size, becoming chaotic.

It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I’m compelled to match his pace, to meet his hips, to wrap my legs around him and draw him in more.

I focus on that, letting my eyes drift closed, my fingers reaching for my own nipple.

Keir groans, slowing for a second. He raises himself up and starts thrusting again. Then he pushes my hand aside, slipping his hand down between us.

He brushes my clit and my back bows. I feel like my hips are growing heavy and full, each of his thrusts bringing me closer to the edge of an abyss. He growls and redoubles his pace, hammering himself into me, his fingers working quick circles over my clit. I suddenly feel electrified, moaning and clutching at his shoulders. He punctuates each thrust by stroking my clit.

“That’s it. I can feel you getting close. Just let go…” he whispers, his words a plea and a command at once.

I clench my eyes shut, stretching, reaching for some unknown goal. “Keir… I…”

My pussy spasms around his cock. My eyes roll up in my head. I feel like I’m hit by several bolts of lightning all at once, all focusing on one point low in my body.

“Fuck!”

Rocking my hips, I feel the sensation as it rolls through me, as certain as the tide moves through the ocean. When it recedes at last, I open my eyes and keep my hips moving, trying desperately to breathe.

Keir hammers his cock home at a blistering pace, his movements blinding as he approaches his own peak.

“God damn,” he whispers, pumping his hips madly. “Fuck, Ella, you’re making me come…”

At the last second, he pulls his cock out of my pussy, thrusting hard and raggedly against my sweat-slicked mound a half dozen times. I feel him coming, feel his semen spurting out onto my skin in a hot seeping liquid.

For half a minute, Keir’s lips are on mine, his cock still twitching against my pussy. His hands frame my face and he seems almost reverent.

“Damn. That was…” He chuckles and then pulls out of my embrace.

I suck in breaths as he withdraws, wiping sweat from his brow. He pulls his shirt off and wipes the lake of his cum from my pussy, carefully cleaning me before roughly wiping his cock.

He pulls on his shorts and then picks my bra up off the ground. While I’m still stunned, he balls up his shirt and hunts down my garments.

“Get dressed,” he tells me. “We should get back to the castle.”

I pull on my clothes, trying to figure out what he’s feeling. I arch a brow. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?”

Keir shrugs. “Not unless you want to for some reason. It was a long time coming. An itch that needed scratching. And now we’ve done just that, so…”

He has switched gears, now seeming to be more worried about getting home than talking about things between us.

God, I actually forgot that Keir is a man, just like all the other men I know.

Not entirely unlike my father, either.

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