Page 48 of Beautiful Beasts

She strokes me a few times before she places the tip at her pussy’s entrance. She isn’t wearing anything underneath my shirt; I should have known. I tighten my grip on the edge of the pool; our eyes stay locked as I slowly push my hips forward, easing inside her one barbell at a time. Her wet pussy is tight, and when I bottom out, we both groan at the feeling of being complete. I roll my hips a few times, giving her time to adjust to me, stretching her out. Her nails start to dig into my back as her hips match my motion.

“You take my cock so fucking good,” I growl as I increase my pace. Pulling out to the tip and slamming back into her over and over again. Her pussy squeezes my cock the faster I take her. I growl when she bites down hard on my neck as her pussy starts to flutter around my throbbing cock. I slide my hand between us and press against her clit as I push forward harder, pinning her between me and the corner of the pool.

She’s meeting me thrust for steady thrust, and I let my head fall back as I enjoy the feeling of her wrapped tightly around me while my piercings hit the spot that will have her tipping over the edge. Her pussy tightens, and my cock grows painfully harder as we climb towards our release. I’m so close, but I need her to come first. I need to feel her pussy spasm around me, and I am not ready for this to be over yet. I pinch her clit as I slam into her, and she explodes around my cock. I slow down, edging myself and guiding her through her first orgasm.

“Thank you,” she whispers as she leans in, kissing my neck as she catches her breath. I keep my pace slow and steady as I push in and out of her.

I want to ask her why she is thanking me, but I do not think I can form the words right now. I lower my head and watch her as she closes her eyes.

I lean back, resting my lips against her ear. “You are beautiful,” I whisper, hearing the desire and darkness in my voice.

“Please don’t do that,” she says in a low voice.

“Do what?” I ask as I look over her face. She opens her eyes and looks at me, both of us getting lost in each other.

“Lie to me,” she says, her voice cracking, making my heart ache.

The men in her life have always lied to her, telling her she is something she is not. She is used to men taking from her without question, forcing her to give in to their desires. It pains me to know that men out in our city have tasted, touched, and claimed what is now ours.

We will need to right that fucking wrong one day. One day, every man that has touched her, hurt her, used her, or abused her will pay for their fucking sins.

“I will never lie to you, Bella,” I promise.

Her eyes rapidly search mine as I lean in and gently connect my lips to hers, forcing her to open with my tongue. She does as I ask, without needing to use words, and allows my tongue to enter. Our tongues start to dance again as our bodies move together as one.

We will replace every fucking whisper that has been spoken in her ear.

We will replace every touch on her skin.

We will replace every kiss with our lips.

Dante and I know we can’t make her forget what she has been through, but we will make damn sure that we become the dominant ones within her mind, heart, and soul.

Being dominant with our Beauty is more than power and control.

I break the kiss, moving along her jawline to her ear. She needs to know the truth. The truth of how we feel and what we will be for her.

“We will be your protectors, Bella, shielding you from harm, and we will die for you if need be,” I whisper as I continue to push in and out of her, her nails digging deeper into my back.

Being dominant is being her protector. Shielding her from harm and being willing to die for her if need be.

“We will be your confidence when you don’t have any, and we will stand beside you, giving you our strength when you feel weak,” I say in a low, dark voice. Her pussy wrapping tighter around my cock.

Being dominant gives her confidence when she has none, standing beside her, and strength when she feels weak.

“We will be your listening ears when you need to talk, allowing you to express your emotions without judgment,” I say as I pull back. I look into her eyes and see the tears building.

Being dominant is being her listening ear when she needs to talk and allowing her to express her emotions without judgment.

“We will wrap you in our arms, being strong for you, giving you a place to come that you can feel safe in, reminding you every day that we are here for you,” I whisper as her tears escape her eyes and roll down her face.

“Harley,” she moans as I continue to push in and out of her at a painfully slow pace.

Being dominant is being the strong arms she falls into when needing to feel safe, reminding her that you will always be there for her.

“We will be your foundation, the walls that surround you to ensure you are stable and secure,” I say confidently.

Being dominant is being her foundation, the walls that ensure she feels secure and stable.

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