Page 66 of Unravelling The Beast

He slams his cock into me violently, but I relish the pain and pleasure he torments me with until I'm on the edge of exploding, until he abruptly pulls out when I least expect it. My dripping pussy throbs for release as he throws his arm around my middle and forces me up to my feet. I wobble as I steady myself as I stand upright, my legs feeling like jelly from the animalistic impact he just brutalized me with.

He calmly moves around my shaking body until he is standing in front of me, then takes a slow seat on the couch, resting his arms across his back, completely relaxed and looking fine as fuck.

I attempt to catch my breath as his malicious eyes wander over my naked, sweating body while he sweeps his tongue piercing across his bottom lip.

When he is finished, his devious eyes flash to mine before he barks out an order.

"Ride my fucking cock."

He reaches down and holds the base of his dick, making it stand up right so I can swallow it whole. I take a step forward between his legs, climbing myself over his thighs before gently lowering myself onto him, a dragging gasp escaping me as I slide down his entire length and take all of him inside of me.

As soon as my pussy is on his hand, he returns his arm to the back of the couch and appears chilled. His wicked eyes don't leave me when I start bouncing. They are black, fixed, and focused as I do all of the work.

"Harder, slut."

I slam myself down onto him, striking my cervix and I fling my head back while relishing the feeling of fucking him. My legs get fatigued from the lack of support since both of my wrists are still bound behind my back, but I won’t let either of us down.

I feel him grasp my bouncing titties in his hands before slapping each of them, causing sharp pain to shoot through both.

"The best tits I've ever fucking seen."

My climax is approaching at an alarming rate, and when it finally ripples through me, I let out an intense scream. As the ecstasy ignites every part of my body, he suddenly shifts me to lie back on the couch, slips his dick back into me, and forces my thighs up on my chest by placing his big hands behind my knees.

He holds me down with all his body weight above me, suffocating my lungs as he rams himself into me so aggressively that I can feel all of my blood rushing to my head from the pain and pleasure I'm experiencing.

When I finally feel him explode deep within my pussy, he starts to lessen his overbearing pace before releasing my heavy legs and collapsing on top of me. He takes a breather, resting his forehead between my breasts, and in my daze, I start to wonder how the fuck my pussy took such a battering and enjoyed it.

After gathering himself, he climbs off me, our sweaty skin peeling away from each other and I watch as he walks towards the foyer. As soon as I see him return with his knife, I realize I no longer feel the fear I once felt and I willingly turn onto my side so he can cut through the cable tie around my wrists.

As soon as he is finished, I softly rub my wrists before standing in front of him, our eyes locked. I take a glance at his lips as I pass him to retrieve all of my destroyed clothing that is scattered across the floor, feeling his eyes all over my nude body.

I tiptoe up the stairs, holding my clothes to my chest and head for my bedroom, without glancing back to check whether he is following me or not.

When I place my hand on the handle of my door to enter, I feel his strong arm snake around my middle from behind before he draws me in close to his warm body.

He kisses the side of my neck gently, forcing my eyelids to flutter shut and tingles to burst through me as I enjoy feeling his gentler side before he whispers in my ear.

"You stay with me now."

He wraps both of his arms around me and lifts me off the ground before carrying me up the long, dark corridor towards his bedroom.

It’s Friday, and I'm in the kitchen with Cree, packing his bag and making sure everything is ready for his weekend visit to his grandparents.

"So, I've packed all of your favorite trains; do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you!"

Arlo strides in, dressed in one of his tight black suits, and I can't help but feel a flutter between my thighs. As I tear my eyes away from him, I continue to pack Cree's bag, shaking my head in an attempt to break myself out of my trance and rid myself of my dirty thoughts.

When he approaches us, I observe him picking up Cree and launching him up into the air before catching him, making him release an infectious laugh.

"Are you going to work, Daddy?"

Before Arlo speaks, he lets out a defeated sigh.

"I am and I won't see you until Sunday because I'll be working until later tonight."

He casts a glance my way, and my eyes dart to the bag in front of me, as if I hadn't been gawking at them both.

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