Taming the Beast

“I…”

Whatever he thought to say didn’t get voiced.

“What?” she asked.

He growled in response. “I was about to tell you that you sound preposterous, but perhaps you are correct. I haven’t had a single day of illness since this ‘gift’ arrived, and there’ve been at least two aggressive strains of flu in town.”

He may not have been the most social of citizens, but he did have to interact with people regularly. He should have caught something, if only a common cold.

“Hmm.” She was fairly confident he was clean and, besides, the psychic thrum she read off him indicated that he was being honest about his health status. He may have been hard to read due to what he was, but when she could read him, she read him like a book with large print.

“Are you just going to tease me?” she asked quietly. “Did you change your mind about being inside me?”

“Hell no.” He rolled his hips and found her entrance with the help of her hand.

She guided him in, already spasming around him—and that was just the head.

Gods!

She began massaging the entrance of her sex as he pushed farther in.

“Sweet Mary…” He sucked air in through his teeth and, when he’d seated himself as far as he could go, he snaked her hand up the front of her shirt. “I want all of you, but not in this decrepit place.” His rough palm over her engorged nipple sent electric fissions down her spine and made her pussy clench.

“Fuck.” He pulled in another breath and worked his cock backward—not far enough to completely unsheathe himself, but enough that she moaned from the loss.

Mary wanted more than just his head inside her. She wanted everything. She wanted to feel his heavy balls slapping against the backs of her thighs—wanted to be grabbed by the hips and put on her hands and knees almost as much as she wanted to sit him up and grind on his lap.

She could blow his mind, and she wouldn’t stop writhing atop him until he couldn’t come anymore.

“Maybe you should take me home,” she said.

“No.” He pushed forcefully into her while pulling her head back by the hair. “I’m not taking you to your home, or to mine. We’re not leaving this building…”

Thrust.

“Until we’re satisfied.”

“Fuck.”

She was certainly getting close. What Andreas lacked in grace, he made up for in girth.

“You could ruin me,” she said in a whimper.

“Why do you sound so wistful about such a thing?”

Mary didn’t have a good answer for that. She tilted her hips into him, trying to take more of him within her, as if such a thing were possible—as if such a thing were wise—but she was feeling so crazed, so needy.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, grazing his fingertips up the inside of her thigh and pausing at the crease between thigh and sex.

“Am I?”

“You are, and I think you know it. I think you look in the mirror each day and decide what to don based on how many men you want to humble.”

She laughed and then sighed as she bore down on him.

So good.

“Are you humbled, Andreas?”