Her Beast

Kissing down her neck, he held her still, watching as her head tilted back just a little, her mouth opening slightly on a gasp as her eyes closed.

Running his thumb across her lips, he slipped it inside her mouth and moaned as she sucked him.

He shouldn’t be here, not with her, but no matter what he said, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Staring at her virgin tits, he flicked the tip of a large red nipple. Sucking her into his mouth, he heard her gasp and rushed moan. Smiling against her skin, he used his teeth, and she cried out his name.

The sound of his name from her lips brought a rush straight to his cock.

Sliding his tongue between the valley of her tits, he took her other breast, giving it the same attention as he’d given the first one.

His dick pressed against the front of his pants, begging to be released. He was so fucking aroused. All he wanted was to put her down on the bed, spread her thighs, and fuck her hard. He didn’t do that.

Taking his time, he released her face and touched the button holding her skirt in place. In quick movements, her skirt was on the floor, and she stood in a pair of plain white panties. So virginal, so out of place in his room, and yet so tempting that he couldn’t look away.

She was perfection, and she fired his blood.

Stepping back, he kicked off his shoes, removing his pants, being careful not to hurt his swelling dick.

The boxer briefs remained on, and he stepped up toward her once again. She was panting, and he noticed that she tried to cover herself.

“Don’t ever hide your body from me,” he said.

“I’m not perfect.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you think.”

“I’m fat.”

He couldn’t help what he did next. Pushing her down on the bed so that her ass was up in the air, he slapped each juicy cheek, watching as her skin blushed beneath his touch. It was so fucking addictive he did it again for good measure.

Beast moved right behind her so that his cock pressed against her ass cheeks, their underwear keeping them both safe from each other for the time being. He didn’t want to rush in taking her virginity.

Leaning over her, he took hold of her hands, pressing them down on the bed so that she was trapped underneath him. She squirmed, and he loved feeling her wriggle.

“Don’t ever call yourself fat in my company. I have no problem spanking that hot ass.”

“I’m not perfect. I have wiggly bits.”

He chuckled, rubbing his shaft against her flesh. “Does this feel like I give a shit about wiggly bits, baby? I don’t. You ever call yourself shit again, and I swear there will be consequences.”

Chapter Six

Hope stayed still as Beast continued to pin her down on the bed. She loved his spanks, the words of warning that rolled off his tongue, commanding her to do as she was told. Her weight had been an issue with so many people, and yet he’d been so pissed off that she’d been nervous around him. She liked that. She liked his attention, and the way he seemed to know exactly what she was feeling.

“I like your curves, baby. Your weight means that you won’t break in my arms.”

Even his threats aroused her.

I’m crazy.

She didn’t care.

From the moment he’d begun his journey walking up those steps, her body had been on fire, and she didn’t want to put it out, not now, not ever.

Slowly, he pulled away from her, and she missed his touch, not that she had to wait long for him to take her once again.

He flipped her over, and she stared up at him. Her breasts were naked, and the only piece of material protecting her was that of her panties between her thighs.

His fingers landed on her hip, and he stroked across her stomach. The tips of his fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, making her ache for more of his touch.

“These are pretty, but I really prefer you without them.” He snapped them off her. The sheer force of his strength surprised her as he took charge, getting rid of the fabric as he tossed it onto the floor. “Now that is so much better, and so very pretty.” His fingers stroked across the fine hairs of her pussy. “I’m a man that likes to know he’s fucking a woman, so don’t go waxing or doing any of that porn star shit that women seem to think men like. Some men may like it, not me.”

“O-kay.”

He smiled. “Do I make you nervous?”

“I think you make everyone nervous.”

“I do. It’s nice to know you’re finally paying attention.”

“I think you do it for fun though. You like to make people afraid of you.”