Page 80 of Unravelling The Beast

"Listen, that fucking claim means something to me; do you understand?"

I rest my hands on the front and back of her neck as I scan her beautiful face with my eyes. When I tilt my head down and press my lips to hers, she ceases all breathing.

"I don't claim just anyone."

She frowns at me and responds sternly.

"Do you think that's supposed to make me feel special? You'll have to do better than that, Arlo."

"I don't do fucking special; you know exactly what the fuck I am; I've always made it perfectly clear."

She then says something that completely catches me off guard.

"But, has it always been that way?"

As her words resound through me, I stare deep into her big, brown eyes, my jaw clenching, and my hands tightening even more around her throat.

Everything goes blank visually as my life with Bridget flashes across my dark imagination. Times I don't want to think about. Times I try not to think about it on a daily basis, and I wish she'd never asked me such a stupid fucking question.

I gently closed my eyes in an attempt to shake the snapshots in my mind, and I must have loosened my grip on her because I suddenly felt the sensation of her warm, plump lips on mine. My harrowing, dark thoughts are instantly cleared by our powerful connection, and I kiss her back forcefully, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.

I devour her mouth, leading her to moan into my throat, and I glide my hands down over her breasts until they are on her stomach. I gather her long dress in my hands before pulling it up over her body. I toss it to the side and grasp her face with wicked intent in my eyes before returning my mouth to hers.

I taste every inch of her with my tongue, biting her lips, feeling like I could shatter her little body into a million pieces.

As I lead her backward towards the bed, my hands find her ass and give it a painful squeeze. When the back of her legs hits it, I break away and push her face until she falls back onto it with a bounce. She climbs back up the bed, her desire-filled eyes lock on mine, and I prowl forward across it, like a hungry fucking wolf seeking its prey.

When I'm close enough, I reach over and catch her ankles before rapidly dragging her down toward me. I hover over her body, re-grab her face, and force my tongue back into her mouth. She bucks her hips, pressing her desperate pussy against my stiff cock, needing some friction and clearly desiring to be fucking ruined by me.

I reach down between us and release my cock before sliding myself inside her cozy and hungry pussy with one slippery stroke. She sighs with satisfaction against my lips, yet her lustful stare is fixed on mine.

I observe her facial expressions as I fuck her more slowly than usual, breaking her in inch by inch and as I speak quietly, I rest my brow against hers.

"You're just as fucked and deranged as me in all of this shit, Wren."

I reach behind her head and pull back on her hair, revealing her delicate neck to me. I slide my tongue all the way up her throat to her ear, and as I start to press myself deeper inside her, my teeth clench.

"We're clearly both fucking addicted to whatever the fuck this is between us."

Her nails dig into my inked back as I continue to brutally drill into her, becoming rougher with each powerful blow and she moans so loudly that I could easily come just from the sexy sounds she makes.

As I hover above her, I move both of my arms behind her knees and hoist them high and wide before placing my palms on the bed beside her. I slam my cock into her so hard that her juicy pussy clamps down tightly around my cock, her body tensing from the pounding I'm giving her, and I fucking love how it feels.

It doesn't take long for her to come first, and she's screaming my name, but I continue my onslaught by ramming myself deep into her during the pinnacle of her climax.

I pull out of her, flip her onto her front, and violently lift her hips to elevate only her ass before pushing her knees apart with mine and then slamming myself back into her moist pussy.

She screams from the intrusion, but I reach down, grab her hair, and pull back on it, smacking her ass so hard that I leave decorations of my handprints all over her bronzed skin.

"Do you like getting fucked rough, slut?"

When she responds, it’s a scream of pure delight and agony, which both please me.

"I do!"

She doesn't have to tell me; I can feel it. Her come is running down my balls, and it's also on both of our fucking thighs. When I finally feel my hot come shoot out deep inside her tight pussy, I close my eyes from the sensation.

I release a small growl as my thrusts fade and gaze down to observe my cock twitching inside her while I continue to slide in and out of her. I greedily watch her juicy, pink pussy lips repeatedly swallow the entire length of me.

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