Page 21 of The Beast

My control snaps and I push her forward, grabbing her hips just before she hits the bed. I hold her up as she readjusts.

“Hold onto the edge.”

Without waiting for a reply, I start pushing her jeans over her hips and down to her ankles. On my knees, I take a moment to wriggle her feet through while keeping her high heels on. I can’t imagine a better sight than her, naked, in high heels. When I finally have her naked, I take a moment to enjoy the view. Irene wiggles her hips, and I can’t hold back anymore. Running my hands up the back of her legs until I reach her ass, I squeeze the globes before pulling them apart so I can see my prize.

Her pussy is a pretty pink, the lips swollen, and her wetness visible. I run my tongue through her slit and am rewarded with a low moan as she pushes her hips back. I take that as a green light and repeat the motion several times before finding her clit and sucking it hard. I wasn’t expecting the orgasm and barely catch her as her knees give out.

“Fuck,” she moans as I turn her in my lap and capture a nipple between my lips. Her hips writhe against my cock, only my jeans separating us.

I wanted to draw this out and take my time. Get her as addicted to my touch as I am to the mere thought of her, but I don’t think I have the patience for that right now. Lifting myself from the floor, I place her down in the center of the bed. Her hooded eyes stare up at me as I take in every inch of her flawless skin. Working loose my belt, I undo the button of my jeans as I kick off my shoes. The rest of my clothes land in a pile on the floor beside hers as I pull a condom out of my wallet. Irene’s gaze follows my hand as I stroke my cock. Her legs fall apart, welcoming me into her heat.

I make quick work of getting the condom open and roll it down my length before I crawl between her welcoming thighs. Taking myself in hand I run the length along her slickness, both of us hissing at the contact.

Irene takes my jaw in her hands and pulls me down toward her, kissing me passionately while tilting her hips up, begging me to fuck her. Slowly I sink into her heat, hating the barrier between us, but relishing in the warmth and tightness of her cunt. Her legs wrap around my hips urging me in deeper, and when I’m finally fully seated both of us groan in appreciation.

Irene throws her head back with a moan and I can’t help but pull out and stroke into her again. Her breasts jiggle with the movement, grabbing my attention, and I do it again.

“Harder,” she urges, pushing at my thighs with her high heels.

Slowly I pull out before shoving my length back into her harshly, stealing her breath.

“Like that?” my voice is hoarse with the strain of trying to control myself. She is so small, and I don’t want to hurt her.

“Yes.”

“This pussy is perfect,” I say in her ear as I thrust in again eliciting a yell from her. “Better than I imagined all those times I had my dick in my hand, thinking of you.”

Irene’s walls flutter before clamping down on me hard. That’s good to know.

“Do you like it? Knowing I jerked off to thoughts of you?” I punctuate each question with a bruising thrust, holding her hips firmly in place. I know my grip on her hips is too hard and I might leave bruises on her beautiful skin. “Or is it simply the dirty talk that makes your cunt grip me like a vise?”

Shit, at the moment I couldn’t care less what it is. But I need to know so I can make her do it again.

She writhes beneath me on the cusp of her orgasm. Slowing down, I try to drag this out for as long as possible, terrified that I’m never going to be able to do this again, but she has other plans. One hand holds her breast, harshly tweaking at her nipple while the other slides between her legs and furiously starts rubbing at her clit. The visual is enough to snap the last restraint I have.

Throwing both her legs over my shoulders, I go to work. My thrusts are deep and punishing as I fuck her. Her breathing stalls as her orgasm consumes her and locks up her entire body. Her walls clamp down on me so hard, I have no option but to follow her over the precipice into oblivion. A roar leaves me as I come so hard, I see stars for a moment.

Rolling to the side I pull out of her before falling to my back and trying to catch my breath. Removing the condom, I chuck it in the bin beside her bed. Silence envelops us as we lie there, both breathing harshly. My mind is mush as I try to figure out the protocol. Should I leave? Does she want me to cuddle?

My questions are quickly answered as Irene turns and gets off the bed. She grabs a dark-blue t-shirt from her chest of drawers and pulls it over her head.

“Thanks for that. It was exactly what I needed.” Irene laughs without looking at me.

I’ve never had a woman dismiss me after sex, but I know that’s what this is. I’ve been the asshole enough times to know the signs. Seems like the shoe is finally on the other foot.

Chapter Sixteen

I’m Not Your Woman

Irene

Let me tell you, sex—good sex—can do wonders for anyone’s disposition. I haven’t felt this well-rested in months even though I have no problem sleeping. It’s all the endorphins flowing through my system, even ten hours later. Not to mention that I still feel the aftereffects of what we did every time I move. The man is big. Everywhere. He damn near broke me in half with that monster cock of his but it was so worth it.

It almost brought me to tears to act so callously toward him after what we shared. I wanted nothing more than to cuddle up and let him hold me while I slept. But I can’t risk my heart and my sanity on a man like Beast.

“And what has you smiling so beautifully today?” Sparrow asks as he takes a seat at the bar.

“It’s a beautiful day.” I smile in return. “And I’m not hungover.”

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