Page 56 of Three Beasts

The only way all this could be better, it’d be if Jason and Alex were here with me as well. But there’s time for that.

“Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat as he rests his forearm over my waist, pressing down on me with it and forcing me to sit still. Now in control of my body, he uses his tongue to jab at my insides, its tip exploding my pussy with a kind of eager curiosity. At the same time, his hands drops down to between my thighs; reaching for my clit with two fingers, he presses down on it, and I feel blue hot flames climbing up my spine as he does it.

“Keep going,” I tell him, my throat suddenly growing dry as that familiar pressure starts building in the pit of my stomach. It feels like these hot and dry summer days, when the air feels so heavy that you just know a storm is coming; I’m like that right now, already anticipating a violent storm of ecstasy.

“Keep --” I start to say once more, but the words die on their way up my throat. They’re replaced by a violent moan, pleasure turning into sound as I throw my head back and let it all out. I’m yanking on his hair hard, and I’m pushing against the floor with my heels - I simply can’t stand still right now, my blood boiling inside my veins.

“FUCK!” I scream at the top of my lungs, every single nerve ending in my body shouting with me.

“That was delicious,” he whispers suddenly, taking his mouth of my pussy and wiping it with the back of his hand. Completely mesmerized by the way my juices are dripping down his chin, I simply stare back at him as if I were seeing him for the first time in my life.

“I’ll tell you what’s delicious,” I find myself saying, spreading my legs wide and pulling into me. My back slides down the wall, and I let myself go, only stopping when I’m laying down on the floor and he’s on top of me, my breasts pressed against his chest.

“Oh, you don’t need to tell me anything,” he shoots back at me, grabbing his cock with one hand and angling it down so that its tip rests right between my drenched folds. “My cock already knows what’s delicious.”

With that, Wade simply thrusts. There’s no build-up, and he doesn’t take his time with sliding his cock inside my pussy. No, he just thrusts, burying his long inches inside of me as if he were stabbing an enemy in the battlefield. As I feel his thickness pushing its way inside me like a tank, I open my mouth to moan, except, of course, that I don’t moan. Instead, I scream.

“Yeah … scream as much as you want, babe… I love the way you sound when I’m fucking you like this,” he tells me, rocking his hips against mine with the sexiest violence I have ever experienced. There’s a raw intensity to the way he moves, and it unleashes something primal inside of me. He’s handling me like a woman should be handled, and that just makes me want wrap my arms and legs around him and never let go.

I want to trap him, I want to cage him; I want his body on mine 24/7, even if that means certain death. Swear to God, if I could choose the way I’ll have to sign off in life, there’s no doubt in my mind about what that choice would look like. Do you think I’m being crass or overly dramatic? Those are fair criticisms, but they’re not quite right… Just try having a man fuck you like I’m being fucked right now and you’ll get it.

Sure, I’m all for the empowerment of women… But, Jesus, there’s nothing like a guy that handles you in such a way that you can’t help but feel like a little girl again, one that only feels safe with these big arms wrapped around her.

“You’re so… good,” I moan, nibbling at his hair and pulling his earlobe with my teeth. I do it so hard that I might rip it off his head, but he doesn’t seem to care; he just pistons into me harder, his cock acting like the most powerful ram on Earth. He’s slamming into me so hard and fast that the sound of his balls hitting me fills the whole room and, even though it might be a strange thing to say, I love that sound. There’s something wild and animalistic about it, and it makes me feel dirty. The good kind of dirty, mind you.

“Harder. I want it harder,” I find myself saying, and he doesn’t hesitate. Slamming his cock into me twice as fast as before, he ravages me so hard that I have no idea if I’ll be able to stand up when he’s done. Maybe I’ll have to be dragged out of here in a stretcher. Oh, well, it’s for a good cause anyway.

“HARDER!” I scream at the top of my lungs, dragging my fingernails across his shoulder blade as a thunderstorm rages inside my head. Even though I’m insisting for him to go harder, he’s already going as fast as is humanly possible, and that’s for the best, really. If he went any harder, he’d probably just tear me apart.

“Fuuu --” I moan, but the intensity of the orgasm that takes over me is so much that I fall silent. My muscles start to twitch again, but then I go limp, almost like a puppet that just had his strings cut. I lay there, with my back pressed against the wall, as he slows down his rhythm.

“Still breathing?” He chuckles, caressing my face with the back of his hand as he slides his cock out of me.

“Barely,” I respond, somehow managing to crack a smile. “But I’m not done yet…” I whisper, the words coming out of my mouth so softly it almost seems like I’m telling him a secret. His eyebrows jump into an arch, and I can tell that he’s surprised with my resilience. That’s normal, I think - what kind of woman can endure a punishment like this and still beg for more? A special kind of woman, that’s for sure. And if it sounds like I’m bragging… Well, maybe I am.

“Are you sure? You seem pretty spent,” he tells me, but the grin on his face warns me that he already knows the answer to his own question.

“What if I’m spent? I still want more,” I purr, taking my hands to his chest and pushing him back. The moment there’s space between the two of us, I move fast and turn around, going on all fours. I wiggle my ass back at him, like an invitation, and a fraction of a second later I feel his big hands resting on my hips.

“Well… Just try not to pass out, will ya?” He laughs again, grabbing his cock with one hand and pressing its large tip against my drenched folds. I grit my teeth as I prepare for his thrust but, changing gears, he simply slides one inch inside my pussy. The rest of his shaft follow shortly after, but at such a slow rhythm that it seems like my mind is on a slow boil.

“All the way… I want you to go all the way,” I say, looking back at him over my shoulder. “I want you to give me all you got, and I don’t want you to stop…” I continue, the glint in his eyes making my heart tighten up. It’s done, I’ve said it, and now he’s going through with it. I’m going to moan and I’m going to scream, and none of that will make him slow down.

“You said it,” he simply whispers, his fingers digging into my flesh. Then, he starts rocking his hips, slamming them against my ass cheeks with a kind of brutish sway. The sound of flesh-on-flesh fills the whole room, like some kind of depraved symphony, and I close my eyes and simply surrender to the moment.

Gritting my teeth, I feel his sliding in and out of my pussy at an ever-growing pace, each thrust of his making the temperature of my body rise. I’m sweating now, locks of hair plastered to my forehead, and I feel as if I’m running a fever, a deliciously wicked fever.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I hear him say as he keeps on fucking me, his hands on my hips the only thing preventing me from tumbling forward. “I could fuck you like this for hours… every day… of every week…” he continues to say between breaths, his words punctuating each of his thrusts.

I let his words wrap themselves around my brain tightly, and I can’t help but imagine how it’d feel to have him every single day for the rest of my life. How would it feel to wake up next to him? To feel his warm body pressed against mine first thing in the morning? Ah, we’d fuck in the morning, at lunch, in the afternoon, at night… We’d fuck every waking hour of the day, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we ended up fucking in our sleep.

When I question myself about him, Jason, and Alex, I always fall short of a definitive answer. It’s not a specific element or trait—instead, it’s a combination. Each one of them might be perfect, but it’s the whole cake that does it for me.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my thoughts dancing with the sensations running through my body, a cocktail of fantasy and lust making my mind swim. “D-don’t stop,” I tell him, a begging tone in my words. I don’t really need to tell him that, but it just feels right to say it out loud, you know? To make him understand that I want and need him not to stop.

“I’m gonna -- oh fuck!” I explode, gritting my teeth so hard that my skull seems to rattle. This time, there’s no thunder travelling up my spine, or an electric feeling spreading under my skin - no, it’s none of that. Instead, all of me seems to explode from the inside out, as if my whole body suddenly went radioactive. My eyes are closed right now but, if I opened them up, I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw my naked body glowing, a redness pulsing under my skin as he keeps on thrusting.

Hissing through my gritted teeth, I let madness take the steering wheel and, instead of simply surrendering to the orgasm raging inside of me, I start thrusting my hips back against him. Even though I can barely think straight, I impale myself on his cock over and over again, and that just amplifies the extreme ecstasy I’m feeling right now. Between you and me, I have no idea about how I still am conscious.

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