Ugly Beast (Hell's Bastards MC 1)

“Do you want to fuck?” he asked.

She started to cough, her hand rubbing at her chest. Her face was a beautiful shade of red.

“What?”

“You keep staring at my body. You want to fuck?”

“How can you ask me something like that?” She pulled apart her sandwich, but he noticed she didn’t dispute what she wanted.

She was horny. Her nipples pressed against the negligee, and they were far too fucking distracting for him.

He moved around the counter so that he was standing right in front of her. He pulled out the chair just far enough so she didn’t have any choice but to look at him. With the way she was sitting, her legs were spread, and he made sure to press his against the stool so she wouldn’t be able to get away easily.

He liked watching her like this. Trapped. Helpless. At his mercy.

She needed to know he was the one in charge of what happened to her. No one was coming to her rescue. At least, not today.

She shouldn’t have to be rescued though. There’s no way he could rape the willing.

“You like to unnerve me,” she said.

“I want to do more than unnerve you.” He reached out, fingering the strap of her negligee. “This looks really pretty on you.”

“I’m not used to something like this.”

“I know, which is why it’s going to be a lot of fun to show you what you can now have.” He slowly lowered the strap of her negligee, and he saw her breath catch.

The fabric stayed over her nipple, but all it would take was a quick swipe of his finger and her tit would be exposed. She didn’t fight him.

“Tell me, Abriana, is your pussy wet?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Then touch yourself. Let’s see if that pretty pussy is ready for my cock.”

He let her go and watched her. The hesitation. The nerves. The indecision.

“Tell me what to do,” she said.

“Put your hand between your legs.” He watched her. “Are you wearing any panties?” She surprised him with a shake of the head. “Now touch your pussy. Stroke your slit.”

She let out a gasp.

“You like that?”

She bit her lip and nodded her head.

Ugly Beast went to his knees in front of her. Putting his hands on her thighs, he gathered up the silk, pushing it out of his way so he could clearly see her. Her hand covered her pussy.

Taking her wrist, he pulled her fingers away and saw the evidence of her arousal. She was slick.

Taking each digit into his mouth, one after the other, he sucked them clean. She tasted amazing.

He didn’t think it was possible to be aroused by his wife, or the fact he was the only guy she’d ever been with, but he felt this overwhelming need to keep her, to make her his own, and to never let her go or let another man know how tight and wet she always was for him.

When her fingers were clean, he moved her so she sat on the edge of the seat.

Lifting up her negligee, he made her hold it up, and returned his attention to her pussy.

The light dusting of curls was wet, and as he opened her sweet pussy, he saw how fucking slick she was. Keeping her lips open, he slid his tongue between her slit, teasing her clit before sucking the nub into his mouth.

She let out a beautiful cry, and he wanted to hear more. He didn’t want her to stop. Letting go of her lip, he slid a single finger inside her cunt, then two. Spreading her open, he pumped inside her, filling her. Each thrust had her arching up.

“Take your tits out,” he said.

She eased the cups of her negligee down, and her tits were finally free for his gaze. His cock was so hard he wanted to do nothing more than to fuck her into oblivion. Instead, he held himself in check. There would be time enough for him to play.

When she took three of his fingers with ease, he used his thumb to tease her clit, watching her.

Her eyes were closed, and she held her negligee out of the way. He wondered if she even realized she was rocking against him.

She looked like a siren, her need overtaking her sensibilities. He wanted that. To see her lose control. To break the chains her parents had put in place. He didn’t want her bound by anything but need. Uncontrollable desire for him and him alone.

Her cunt was like a suction, and he fucking relished it. He was pumping inside her exactly how his cock was going to be in a short time. He wanted to see his cum once again sliding out of her, to know his was the only one there.

She let out a little moan.

Taking her clit into his mouth once again, he brought her to orgasm, hearing that slight gasp, and then a moan that echoed around his kitchen as he gave her what she wanted. There would come a time when he’d get to see her come apart. Until then, he had to make do with what he could get.