Page 54 of Three Beasts

Chapter 33

Zeva

I lay next to him for almost an hour, just watching him sleep.

I keep my head on his chest, my arm draped over his body. My eyes are closed as I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and I keep a large smile on my face.

Being here with him, snuggled against his body, it’s perfect.

“Zeva,” he whispers, stirring in his sleep. He opens his eyes lazily, and then his lips curl into a smile. Reaching for me, he strokes my face with the back of his hand, doing it gently.

“Oh, crap!” He suddenly mutters, sitting up on the bed. He rushes toward the door, almost as if he’s still asleep, and then turns on his heels to face me. “How long was I out?”

“Wade,” I whisper, coming up to him and laying one hand against his chest. “You barely slept for an hour. Come back to bed,” I tell him, purring out each and every word. “This is perfect,” I continue, my eyes locked on his.

“What is?”

“Just...just being here with you,” I tell him, not really sure how to process everything that happened. “It feels...right.”

“It feels right,” Wade repeats after me, his words charged with lust. Then, his lips turn into a wicked grin and he’s on me before I can do a thing.

My back hits the wall with a dull thud, and the impact is enough to make me become as wet as the Pacific. My thong becomes drenched in the blink of an eye, and desire takes over me before I can even process what’s happening.

His mouth finds mine a fraction of a second later, and our lips lock themselves in a frenzied embrace. My tongue meets his and I close my eyes, surrendering all of me to the flavor of his mouth. It tastes of oak and leather, a blend of manly scents that make a tingling sensation run up and down my spine.

“I want you… I want you to fuck me,” I tell him in a single breath, my heart tightening up as I press my body against his. Opening my legs, I press my crotch against his thigh and bite on my lower lip, the pressure on my pussy making my heart gallop inside my chest. “Fuck me,” I repeat, taking my lips to his ear and brushing them against his skin.

“That’s all I wanna do,” he replies, laying one hand on the nape of my neck and tangling his fingers on my hair. Holding my head still, Wade presses his lips against mine again, kissing me deeply as desire keeps on bubbling inside me, scalding like boiling oil.

Still with my crotch pressed against his thigh, I sway my hips gently, rubbing my wetness against his leg and allowing that electric warmness to spread all over my body. I keep on pressing harder and, with one hand, I pull my dress up to my waist. As I do it, the wet fabric of my thong presses against his pants, staining them with my fluids. But I don’t care; right now, I don’t care about anything but satisfying the cravings of my body.

With a knot in my throat, I grab his shirt and pull on it, untucking it from his jeans. I move straight down to his belt then, my anxious fingers fumbling with its buckle. Once I hear the metallic jingle that tells me the buckle’s off, I push his zipper down; I run my tongue between my lips as I feel that bulging shape under his boxer briefs, straining against the fabric and bumping against my knuckles. He’s as hard as I’m wet, it seems, and that’s exactly what I need right now.

“I want it now,” I groan, hooking my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and pushing them down. “I want you to fuck me … right now!” I continue, giving his boxer briefs one final tug and allowing his cock to spring free; the moment it does, it whips me across the back of my hand, and I feel my brain overheating as I can’t help but imagine his cock pushing its way into my depths. I don’t know what it is about this man, but he drives me utterly crazy.

“You want it now… You’ll get it now,” he groans, his hands sliding down the side of my body. He takes them down to my ass and over the rising curve of my cheeks; there, his fingers turn into claws and he pulls me up. My body reacts on its own and I lace my legs around his waist, throwing my arms over his shoulders at the same time.

Taking one hand to between my thighs, he pinches the fabric of my thong and pushes it aside. My eyes roll in their orbits as I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my drenched folds, and my insides clench in anticipation.

“Is this what you want?” He asks me, his mouth against my ear. I say nothing - I just tighten the hold my legs have on his waist and, taking that as a yes, he simply thrusts with all of his might.

His cock parts my inner lips in a fraction of a second, and I can’t help but gasp as I feel his long inches straining against my inner walls on the way in. Fire seems to spread from my pussy to the rest of my body, my nerve endings heating up all at once.

“Oh, fuck…” I whisper, my pussy stretched wide by his huge cock. I’m running both my hands through his hair, my movements loose and erratic. I don’t even know what to do with my hands right now, to be honest. All I want is for him to start thrusting, to rave my tight little pussy and—oh, seems like he can read my mind.

Reaching for my neck with his mouth, Wade pulls at my skin with his teeth and, at the same time, he starts rocking his hips against mine. His cock slides in and out of my pussy at a steady tempo, and it feels so gloriously amazing that I can’t even think straight. Thankfully, thinking straight isn’t necessarily a prerequisite to enjoy this moment.

“Happy now?” He asks me, grabbing me by the hair and yanking on it. He holds my head still, forcing me to look into his eyes, and then he shows his devilish grin.

“I am… For now…” I manage to say between hard breaths, my lungs struggling to get the air.

“Oh? Maybe if I go a little bit harder,” he teases me, and then starts doing exactly what he threatened - he goes harder. And by harder, I mean to say that he’s fucking me mercilessly, pistoning his cock into me so fast that I can already see bright colors exploding behind my shut eyelids.

“So… so… so good!” I cry out, digging my fingernails into his back as my eyes roll in their orbits. With my back pressed against the wall, I buck my hips against, trying to match the rhythm of his body. I fail miserably, of course (how do you even measure up to a God like him?), but I keep on doing it, impaling myself on his cock over and over again.

As my pussy starts tightening up around his cock, I grit my teeth and start breathing deeply through my nose. I can already feel every single muscle in my body tensing up, almost as if concrete is being poured into them, and I know that all this pressure will inevitably end in a bright explosion of ecstasy.

“Come, babe… I want you to come hard… I want to feel that tight pussy become even tighter,” he whispers into my hair, and the cadence of his deep baritone voice is enough to make my brain start boiling inside my skull. I feel a shiver shoot down my spine, my pussy becomes electrified and—OH GOD!

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