Page 55 of Three Beasts

All that tension from before dissipates as my muscles start to twitch and spasm, a sudden seizure of pleasure taking over me. I throw my head back, bumping it against the wall, and hiss through my gritted teeth. Even though my eyes are open, I can’t see a thing - pleasure has left me momentarily blind, my brain devoting all of its power to processing the ungodly amount of endorphins raging through my body right now.

Jesus, this isn’t an orgasm. This is magic. I don’t care what you call it, but this is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had in my entire life. If I died right now, you can be sure that I’d go out with a large smile on my face.

“Hey, you okay?” I hear him say, his voice jolting me out of my heavenly reverie.

“Me? I’ve never been better,” I reply with a smile, taking another deep breath.

“You seemed like you were about to pass out,” he laughs, slowly sliding his cock out of my pussy. I tremble as I feel his long inches leaving all that space inside my pussy empty, and I allow him to put me down on the floor. The moment my feet touch the floor, I have to lean back against the wall to remain standing; my knees are wobbly, and the muscles in my legs seem to have grown so weak I no longer trust them to keep me upright.

“I’m good,” I assure him, reaching for him and grabbing him by his shirt. I look into his eyes for a long moment, allowing the air to grow heavy around us, and then I get to work - popping open the top button on his shirt, I then keep my fingers busy as I undo the rest of the buttons, baring his sculpted chest. My heart seems to gallop faster with every inch of his chest that I reveal, and that gallop turns in frantic desperation as my eyes meet his perfect washboard abs. God, I just can’t help but imagine these abs flexing as he thrusts, everything in his body working like the perfect piece of human engineering that he is.

“Still want more?” He asks me as I push the shirt down his arms, doing it slowly and allowing the palm of my hands to brush against his triceps.

“Do I even need to answer that?” I shoot right back at him, biting down on the corner of my lip as I look into his eyes.

“No, I don’t think you do,” he chuckles, his hands darting to my waist. Grabbing my blouse by the hem, he pulls it over my head in one flowing motion. As the fabric falls from his hands to the floor, his eyes wander to my breasts, and I can feel him mentally undressing me.

“What? You want this off me?” I purr, grabbing the right cup of my bra and pulling it down slowly, allowing my rosy (and definitely very hard) tip to peek over the rim of the bra. He doesn’t waste a single second: he leans into me, parts his lips and wraps them around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

I let out a loud moan as I feel his tongue running in circles around my nipple, and I let instinct take the steering wheel: taking both my hands to my back, I find the clasp on my bra and open it. The moment he feels the cups drooping over my breasts, he pulls back from me and grins; grabbing at the front of my bra, he yanks on it hard and rips it off me, my nipples hardening even more as the air in the room laps at my naked breasts.

“Lovely,” he breathes out as he takes in the smooth curve of my breasts, reaching for them with his open hands. As he squeezes them softly, he takes one step back and kicks off his shoes; immediately after, he steps out of his pants and boxer briefs, standing in front of me completely naked.

“I can say the same,” I whisper, my eyes roaming up and down his naked body. I let my gaze linger on his cock, his shaft glistening from my fluids; next thing I know, I’m going down on my knees in front of him.

“Where are you going?” He asks me with a chuckle, but I think he already knows the answer: after all, both his hands are already on my head, ready to guide my mouth to where it belongs.

“I’m going where I need to be,” I respond, keeping my gaze locked on the huge member right in front of me. Hesitantly, I reach for it and curl my fingers around his thickness, feeling it slippery and wet, my juices still hanging to his skin. My eyes follow the movement of my hand as I start to stroke him, the coming and going motion of my hand simply too hypnotic.

As I pick up speed, I lean in and part my lips, reaching for his cock with my tongue. Instead of going for the tip of his cock, I tilt my head and lay my tongue on his shaft; as if I were licking an ice-cream, I like down his shaft, only stopping when I have one of his balls over my tongue. I suck into my mouth then, feeling its weight over my tongue, and I close my eyes for a second to savor the moment.

“Having fun?” He asks me, his voice strained and heavy. Allowing his ball out of my mouth, I run my tongue back up his shaft and wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, sucking it hard. Yeah, I’m having fun, I think to myself as I push my mouth down his shaft, feeling his long inches roll over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.

Still with one hand wrapped around his cock, I start bobbing my head back and forth, sucking and stroking at the same time. I allow my unconscious mind to dictate the rhythm of my movements, and time becomes something abstract and ethereal. I have no idea for how long I keep on sucking but, by the time I finally pop his cock out of my mouth, the muscles around my neck and jaw feel as if they’re on fire.

That doesn’t mean I stop, of course. I look up at him with a smile, running my tongue between my lips, but I keep on stroking him with my right hand, moving it over the length of his shaft as fast as I can. He smiles back at me, the expression on his face one of pure delight. Yeah, he’s enjoying this as much as I am, no doubt about it.

“This was your break,” I purr at him, slowing down my stroking motion until my hand finally stops. “Now I want you to get back to work.”

“Work?” He asks me with an amused whisper, lowering himself until he’s on his knees right in front of me. “What makes you think that this is work?” He continues, running one hand through my hair and then allowing it down, his fingertips brushing over the skin on my neck and then moving straight to my breasts.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s everything I want … and it’s everything I need,” Wade replies softly, both his hands now lying on my waist. Grabbing the zipper on my outer thigh, he pulls it down slowly; then, using one hand, he pushes me back and forces me to sit on the floor. The moment I fall on my ass, he grabs my skirt and pulls it down my legs, throwing it over his back.

“I like you better like this,” he continues to say, his gaze now focused on the wet fabric of my thong.

“Yeah? Maybe you’ll like me even better without this,” I purr, lifting my ass up from the floor and pushing my thong down my legs. His eyes narrow as my pussy reveals itself to him, and I notice his cock pulsing hard, almost as if it’s commanding him to fuck me as hard as is humanly possible.

“You’re right… You look so much better without any clothes,” he laughs, and I can almost see the hunger in his eyes growing. I almost expect me to jump on top of me like a tiger, but that’s not what he does; instead, he places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs wide. Then, moving fast, he leans in and starts kissing my leg, his lips slowly moving toward my inner thigh.

Throwing my head back, I sigh heavily as I feel his mouth closing in on my pussy. I grab his hair, but I don’t even dare direct his movements - no, I just keep my hands there to feel the sway of his body, every single cell in my body readying itself for an overdose of pleasure.

“Ah, God,” I moan as he wraps his lips around my clit, using his tongue to jab at it. Tangling my fingers on his hair, this time I don’t resist - I pull him into me while, at the same time, I thrust my pussy against his face. Swaying my hips, I keep on rubbing my wetness against his mouth, his lips struggling to find a place they can hold on to.

Giving up on trying to control the situation, he simply opens his mouth wide and starts devouring me, eating me out like a man that needs to do it in order to survive. There’s an unbridled hunger dictating the movement of his lips and tongue, and it just feels amazing.

Using only his mouth, he’s unleashing pleasure all over my body in such a way that I doubt most men would be able to compete… Even if they were to use their cocks. Oh, yeah, that’s right - if I had to choose between another man’s cock and his tongue, it’d be the easiest choice of my entire life. What can I say? You gotta give credit where credit is due.

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