Page 75 of Unravelling The Beast

"That's right, this pussy is mine, and I'm going to keep destroying you until you can't take any more of me, Wren."

He is claiming what's rightfully his, striking my cervix and drilling into me so hard that I begin to scream.

As my eyes roll from the pleasure and pain he is inflicting on me, I can hear how wet I am becoming, and the sounds of both our wet intimate parts colliding echo throughout the large office space around us. I'm dripping down his cock, balls, and all down my thighs. It's very obvious that I am extremely aroused by this man.

He bites my lower lip between our teeth before releasing it with a pull.

"I fucking can't get enough of you."

He suddenly lifts me further around him, and the next thing I know, I'm roughly being bent over his desk, his palm firmly on the nape of my neck.

“Fucking stay.”

When he lifts his hand off my neck, he crouches down behind me, and I feel his palms beneath my long dress and he moves them firmly up the back of my thighs, creating goosebumps on my skin. He eases the strings of my panties over the curvature of my ass and thighs, and when they reach my feet, he grips each of my ankles, assisting me in stepping out of them.

The bottom of my dress is then gathered into his hands and moved up to my waist. He grabs both of my ass cheeks before pulling one hand back and smacking it hard, causing me to hiss until I feel his warm tongue on the stinging area, soothing my skin.

He raises one of my thighs and rests it up on the desk before he dips his head and starts eating me out from underneath, causing me to moan loudly from the sudden intrusive sensation.

He moves slowly, as if savoring his favorite meal, and licks the whole of my pussy with his skilled tongue, his piercing adding extra pleasure as he explores every inch of my throbbing, wet core. He growls against me as he gently tugs on my pussy lips with his teeth before French kissing me entirely again.

I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth before speaking breathlessly.

"Fuck, Arlo, you're so fucking good at eating pussy."

I pant hard as he pleasures me in ways that no man has ever done before, and all I want to do at this point is ride his handsome face until I’m red-raw. I'm a quivering mess and on the edge of shattering when he finishes eating me out.

He stands up behind me, grabs a hold of my hair, and forces me to stand up onto my trembling legs. He holds me close to his body as he wraps his big palm over the front of my throat and whispers into my ear.

"Get your slutty self looking respectable, because I'm taking you home to be finished."

My brows furrow, and I speak out of breath.

"But I need to come right now, Arlo; I’m almost there; finish me!"

He remains silent for a moment before responding in an unbothered tone.

"No."

"Why? Please, just–"

I've never begged a man to put me out of my misery and make me come, but I will, Arlo.

A growl rumbles in his throat, close to my ear, giving me a warning tone.

"As much as I love to hear you fucking beg me to finish you, I'd also like to play with you tonight in the comfort of my own home. You can fucking wait like a good little bitch."

When he releases my throat, I roll my eyes as I hear him drag his zipper up and buckle his belt behind me, so I reluctantly adjust my dress.

"Where are my panties?"

As I turn to face him, he has them on his finger, exactly like the day I moved into his house. We exchange heated stares as he stands taller, showing authority before shoving it into his pants pocket and then making a head gesture towards the door.

"Walk the fuck out there without panties.."

I roll my eyes and purse my lips in frustration before approaching and opening the door.

We enter the empty VIP area before heading down the stairs. I'm feeling a little drunk and my pussy is throbbing for release, but I attempt to walk with confidence, regardless, on shaky legs.

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