Page 46 of Three Beasts

With my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he begins walking, and I pull away from our deep kiss, looking around in confusion. Alex is serious, his mouth clenched and his eyes focused as he walks around the hotel room.

“Where are we going?” I scrunch my nose in confusion.

“To fuck you. That’s what you want, right?” He asks while continuing to walk around the room.

I do the only thing I can do, and I lean in to kiss him with every drop of passion in my body. After tonight, I have an even deeper respect and admiration for Alex. Watching him storm into that warehouse, shoot my captor in the arm, and rescue me makes a new cocktail of emotions swirl inside of me.

After what feels like minutes he lowers me onto the king-sized bed; the sheets feel cool and soft. Looking down at me, I can tell he’s eager, hungry to begin, so I wrap my legs and arms tightly around him, silently assuring him I’m ready.

I reach up and unbuckle Alex's leather belt, pulling it out from his pants; then, I use both my hands to pull on the rough denim, unbuttoning his jeans with one single motion. His cock pushes out against his boxer briefs, almost as if it could feel that it’s about to succumb to my body. I lean forward, pressing my lips against the bulging shape in his boxer briefs. I suck on it over the fabric for a long second and then, deep desire taking the steering wheel, I hook my fingers on the hem of his black boxer briefs and tug them down, his cock jumping out and slapping me across my fingers. I turn my hand, immediately grabbing his thick mast, and start to stroke him backhandedly.

As I stroke Alex, his hands explore my body. He slides his hand under my skirt, his long fingers brushing against my inner thighs. The moment I feel his fingertips over the fabric of my thong, my skin prickles, and it’s almost as if all strength escapes my body. My knees buckle and my eyelids droop.

With his cock in my hand, I start to stroke him slowly, relishing the way my small fingers struggle to hold his thick, 12 inches. I increase my pace, my fingers going from the tip to the base of his cock. It doesn’t take long for me to be stroking him at break neck speed, my hand flying back and forth in a blur.

He groans and then reaches up and removes his shirt. With his body hovering over mine, I have a clear view of rippled abs and chest, and I want nothing more than to explore every ridge with my tongue. But he doesn't give me the chance. Instead, he begins removing my clothes.

Like a ferocious wild animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both of my wrists, he lifts my arms up and pins me against the bed. He lays his mouth against my neck, but this time he doesn’t kiss me; instead, he bites, pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of endorphins. I’m so wet right now, all of me screaming for him…

My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he continues undressing me with urgency.

When Alex's hands start to undress me, I don’t resist. He slowly unzips the back of my skirt. I can almost hear the teeth of the zipper unlocking one by one, because his movements are so slow and methodical. He begins by slipping my skirt down and past my hips until it falls to the floor. He then removes my blouse. The cool air of the hotel room laps at my exposed skin and my skin prickles. Then, Alex reaches for my black lace bra, unhooking the back in one movement. The movement is quick, and once he removes the bra, my breasts spill out and my nipples instantly harden. I'm proud of my breasts. They're big but not too big, round, firm, and full. Clearly, Alex is fond of my breasts too because he leans into them with his mouth, carefully sucking each nipple and rolling them between his fingers until they’re taut and harder than I thought possible, aching to be touched more. He gives them an extra squeeze before sliding his hands down my sides, across my hips, and onto my inner thighs.

I spread my legs wide, giving him access to me. My pussy is now aching for him to enter. I'm so wet that I can feel it between my thighs. He senses this, and without warning, he thrusts his cock into me, and pumps me so hard and fast, I shriek in delight and we share a flash of a smile together before he slides out of me and slams right back in. We each moan, our faces close and our eyes locked as he moves in a fast and rough style that couldn’t really be described as a rhythm, it’s a pounding.

Doing just as I told him earlier, he drives into me with everything he’s got, his body hovered on the bed above me, and I squeeze him with my muscles while he fucks me so hard it almost hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.

“This what you want?” He grunts, his words coordinating with his thrusts, as I bounce, my breasts squish against his chest. Every plunge is so hard, so animalistic, that my ass shakes violently when our bodies collide.

This was supposed to be torture for him, but my body didn’t get the memo, because it’s climbing to its own release, and I have no plans of stopping myself. The waves build and I lift myself to meet him at the thrust, our bodies working against each other, making the vibrations even stronger.

“Fuck!” He bites out, and I keep going, just as he does, each of us moaning and groaning as it gets better with every movement.

My pussy is creaming, clenching and crying out for him, and my hand goes into his hair, tugging at his dark strands. Lowering his face to my neck, he drives faster, his hips beginning to buck in the way they do when he focuses on his own pleasure, and it turns me on, my climax within strokes.

“Alex! Yes, baby! Yes!” I scream, ready to fall over the edge.

“This what you want?” he growls.

“Yes! Fuck me, baby!” I yell back, my release within seconds.

And then he slams into me, stilling as his nose presses into my neck. I’m just about to ask what’s wrong when I realize he too was ready to explode, so according to my rules, he’s stopped himself. After a brief pause, I imagine him regaining his composure; he begins rocking slowly into me, my waves still present, but much less severe.

“Yes, baby! Just like that,” I moan when he begins to speed up, his hands gripping my hair to pull my head back so he can look down at my face.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers, so low I barely hear him, but I can’t focus on his romantic compliments right now, my orgasm is trying to run away and I want it. I need it. I’m a slave to that pleasure.

“Fuck me, Alex!” I yell and without hesitation he slams into me, sliding out quickly only to re-submerge in my wetness.

“Oh, fuck, baby!” He growls, one of his hands falls to my hip, holding me in place so he can fuck me how he wants. It’s so possessive, I just love whenever he grips me and focuses on his own desires when he’s inside of me.

“Yes! Give it to me, baby!” I try to sound aggressive, but my emotions get the best of me, my voice cracking and trembling as the waves of my orgasm threaten to tear me apart.

“It’s yours, Zeva! Fuck!” he growls, and my muscles tense, his words spurring me on.

“Oh, baby!” I yell, and he pounds my tight pussy, hard and fast, again and again.

Leaning down, I dig my teeth in his neck and he instantly stills inside of me, again pushed to his limit. I can feel him panting against my neck as I too struggle to catch my breath. This is the most intense and aggressive we’ve ever been. It’s beyond erotic, but of course he makes it sensual as well.

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