Page 240 of Unravelling The Beast

He calmly reaches for it and lifts it before placing it across my thighs. When he touches the sensitive mouse, the screen comes to life, and my eyes scan over a website of a real estate agent. I smile softly before resting my cheek on his shoulder and watching him scroll down the website.

“Fucking choose one.”

His bluntness makes me giggle and rub my palm against his chest.

“Don't normal people go to view them first, Arlo?”

“We’ve never been fucking normal.”

I laugh and he squeezes the side of my ass with his hand and he continues to scroll down. We spend some time looking at a few I like in the area, but the one I love the most, I insist we go and visit before we make such a big decision.

“I'll arrange it.”

I lift my head before capturing his lips softly without warning as a thank you, completely catching him off guard, and when it turns passionate, he brings his palm to the side of my head, gently sweeping his thumbs across my cheek.

As he begins to devour my mouth, losing all control, he moves with me, lowering me down until my back is on the couch and he is between my legs. His hand sneaks between us before he pops the button on my denim shorts and he lowers his hand into my panties.

A satisfied gasp escapes me as he circles my clit, breaking off the kiss, but he simply dips his head to french kiss my neck, smothering it with his pierced tongue. Extreme arousal creeps over my body as usual, and he rests back on his knees before tugging my shorts and panties roughly down my legs.

Once he has tossed them to the side, he grasps my knees and spreads my legs as wide apart as they will go before dropping his head between my thighs and devouring my pussy.

I clap my hand over my mouth, trying to suppress the big moan that wants to escape me. He isn't soft, as he uses his tongue and teeth, literally eating my pussy like it's his favorite meal, and he might never be able to have it again.

My back arches and my eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy while I reach down, gripping his soft hair tightly in my hand and forcing him to shove his entire face against me.

“Oh, fuck yes, Arlo, just like that.”

When he really starts working his magic on my clit, completely focusing on the end goal, my orgasm rips through me, and I scream out into my hand. He consumes me, forcing me to take the overbearing stimulation, and even if I want to close my legs, he won't let me.

I press down on his head to stop him as my body squirms and shakes, but he takes my wrists and pins them down firmly onto the couch. With his forearms on my spread inner thighs, he restricts me, making me take all he is giving me.

Destroying my pussy, he forces me to bear another crippling climax while growling against me. As he is through, he withdraws from my demolished pussy, and I gaze down at him through wide, hazy eyes.

I breathe heavily as he gives me a wicked grin before spitting on my pussy and licking his tongue all the way up my sensitive slit, filling his mouth with my come before placing a gentle kiss on my swollen clit.

“My pretty little cunt; all mine.”

I roll my eyes with a smile before he starts to creep his way up my body, placing a delicate, lingering kiss on my stomach on the way. He continues while keeping his dark eyes on mine,

and when he is looming over me, he speaks.

“When Cree wakes up from his nap, I'll take him to my mom's for the night, and you can get yourself ready.”

I slowly slide my hands up his ripped arms with a soft smile.

“Okay, baby, thank you.”

We share one last kiss before he retreats, and as I sit up, he grabs my shorts and panties from the floor before throwing them to me. When I catch them with a smile, he walks backwards with a sexy smirk on his lips and he winks.

“Get yourself looking respectable, slut.”

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, applying my red lipstick and brushing my fingers through my long, thick, curly hair.

When he catches my attention from the corner of my eye in the doorway, I slip my feet into my tall, black, glossy heels before tugging my short, glittery green dress a little farther down my thighs.

He slowly steps forward, and when he is behind me, our eyes connect in the mirror before his greedily wander down the front of my body.

He turns his head, gazing at my side profile, before softly moving my hair behind my shoulder and dipping down until his soft, warm lips are on my neck. My eyes close instinctively, my breath hitching in my throat, before I rest my head back on his chest and he slowly moves both of his big palms up the front of my bare thighs, causing goosebumps to burst across my skin.

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