Beast's Demands (Crude Hill High 3)

The truth was, I hated feeling this way. It was consuming, exhausting, and I just wanted to be happy. I’d spent seven years hunting for happiness, never to truly grasp it.

The kiss went from soft, to hard, to almost brutal. He gripped the back of my head as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue slid across my lips, waiting for me to open to me, and I didn’t fight him. I let him inside and moaned as I stroked my tongue across his.

For a reward, he released a growl that I felt deep in my core, an answering pulse deep in my pussy. My nipples hardened, wanting him to touch me.

The hand on the back of my head stayed there. The other traveled down, going toward my ass to grip it, drawing me closer.

The instant our bodies touch, I came alive. This was why I wanted to keep my distance. I couldn’t stay mad at him when my body was aglow with need, and it had his name all over it.

His teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I gasped. There was pain but so much pleasure. I couldn’t get enough.

The waves lapped at our feet. We stood in total darkness, the only light coming from his house. I didn’t want him to stop. The moment he did, I feared reality would set in.

He broke from the kiss, holding me close.

“You’re not going anywhere, Ashley. You’re mine. I don’t let go of what I want, not ever.”

“Until the next virgin comes along?”

His chuckle vibrated between us. “Did I say I was on the lookout for multiple virgins? There’s only one cherry I crave to pop, and she’s standing in my arms.” He kissed me again. This wasn’t gentle but pure ownership.

I gasped.

He swallowed it down.

Consumed.

Taken.

That was how he made me feel.

Finally, he let me go long enough to take my hand, and then I followed him as I walked into the house behind him. My stomach chose that moment to growl.

“I’m starving as well.”

The spark was still there, bubbling beneath, but whatever he was going to do, had faded. I didn’t know if I could take him waiting. I knew it was all about the anticipation, but I was desperate, hungry, and consumed. I needed to have him, but I wouldn’t push this.

I wasn’t … ready.

Did he know that?

Was that why he was waiting?

Was he being … considerate?

No, there wasn’t a single chance of that. He was a beast, and they didn’t wait, they took without mercy.

This was all part of some plan of his. He was the one in control and only when he said so, would he take.

****

Earl

I didn’t have time to spend sitting around, getting to know this woman. I stared at her sleeping face. Ashley looked so peaceful. The thought of waking her, well, it didn’t bode well. When she did, I wouldn’t be able to resist her.

Reaching out, I stroked a stray curl out of the way so I could stare at her. When she was asleep, she looked even more innocent than when she was awake.

Last night, I hoped I got through to her. I’d given a deadline but that didn’t mean I was going to stick with it.

The money in her bank was compensation for her time here, but I’d also stopped that. I could always transfer a lump sum when our time was over, if it was ever going to be over.

She released a little moan and tensed just slightly.

I watched, expecting her to wake, to do something else.

She just let out another tiny sound and stilled.

The blanket had worked its way down her body, exposing the negligee she’d decided to wear last night.

It was red with a lace trim.

Without waking her, I peeled down the blanket, exposing her body to my view. She was really stunning.

I loved her curves. The fullness of her tits, thighs, hips, and ass. I couldn’t get enough of touching her, not that I’d spent nearly enough time these past few days.

One of the straps at her shoulder had fallen down, giving a hint of a full tit. I helped it along, moving it down past her tit to see her red nipple.

The action made her stir, and I watched as she opened her eyes. There was no panic. The sleep cleared from her gaze almost instantly.

This was what I’d come to know about Ashley. She didn’t sleep for long, and the moment she woke, she was alert.

“Morning,” I said.

“Morning.” Her answer was throaty.

I was already thinking about sex, but now, it was so much more. I stroked a finger across the curve of her nipple. She didn’t pull away.

Cupping the entire tit with my palm, I rubbed her nipple, and she moved slightly, giving me much better access to her body.

I let go of her breast and worked the negligee up over her head, then threw it across the room to land on the floor.