Her Beast

He moved over her, and she spread her thighs for him. Even though she was petrified, she didn’t want to stop.

Hope wanted him to be her first, and in the back of her mind she knew she wanted him to be her last as well, but for now, she’d settle on just being her first. He was going to ruin her for every single man, but that was okay. She had no intention of being with anyone else.

Beast broke from the kiss first, and he pulled away just a little. She watched as he grabbed his cock, running the tip down between her slit, bumping her clit before he moved down. She gasped as he didn’t wait. He didn’t take his time.

Slamming his cock in deep, he tore through the wall of her virginity, taking her hard. The pain was instant, and he caught her hands, pinning them to the bed, keeping her underneath him, and she felt her eyes fill with tears. She always knew there would be pain, but never did she think it would be so … strong.

It was just a thin piece of skin, a hymen. She’d read it could be removed with simple horse riding, and yet here she was, ruining her first moment.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he said, kissing her neck, sucking on the pulse.

Slowly, as the pain began to lessen, she could think about other things. The way he held her down, the weight of him over her. She loved the feel of his body inside her.

His kisses went from her pulse to her tits, sucking on each bud before coming back to take her lips.

Each of his kisses awakened the fire in her veins. He began to pull out of her pussy, only to thrust back inside. This time, there was no pain.

She cried out in pleasure and need as he began to rock within her.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

His thrusts started out slow, and built until he slammed every inch of his cock inside her, and she loved it, not wanting it to end as he brought her to a second orgasm.

This time, Beast joined her, filling the condom he wore.

****

The first time wasn’t perfect, but then it was never perfect for anyone. Beast continued to hold her down on the bed, and stared into her eyes as she slowly opened them. He smiled right back at her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

He meant it as well. Beast couldn’t recall ever seeing a more beautiful woman than he did right now.

“Next time will be better.”

“There’s going to be a next time?”

“You’re going to try to convince me that you’re happy with just one time.” He’d hated causing her pain. In fact, it had left a bitter taste in his mouth to see the tears falling down the sides of her face, and he’d wanted to fucking kill something. Instead, he’d waited, hoping that the pain would lessen like he’d read it would.

Yeah, he was so fucking gone he’d even done research on fucking a virgin. It was … pitiful.

He was used to women who knew how to take a cock, who relished being used and fucked.

Hope wasn’t like those women.

She was a virgin.

Beautiful inside and out.

Even after everything she’d been through.

“I’d like there to be a next time.”

He pulled out of her, and saw the flash of pain cross her face. No more times tonight. “Stay there.”

Entering his bathroom, he filled the bath, adding some soothing salts and lighting some scented candles. Whatever fancy shit that helped women when they were in pain. He entered the room, and moved back toward the bed, seeing Hope trying to remove the blanket. “I thought I told you to stay put.”

She moved quickly, and he saw she was hiding something. Stepping up close to her, he glanced over her shoulder, and caught sight of what she was trying to hide.

There on his pristine white sheet that lay beneath the black silk sheets was the sign of her virginity. He’d already seen the blood on the condom, which he’d thrown into the trash.

“Erm, I need to clean these sheets. I’m so sorry.”

Cupping her face, he kissed her lips and smiled down at her. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.”

He … liked it.

Beast had always known he was a freaky fucker, and this confirmed it. The sight of her virgin blood on his bed filled him with so much fucking pleasure. Not just that, he was consumed by need to keep her that way. To keep her for his cock only.

You don’t do love.

You don’t do romance.

You don’t do virgins.

That had all changed. He didn’t even want to think about her teenage status, even though she was eighteen.

He didn’t like young women.

There was something about Hope though. She wasn’t like anyone else, and damn it, he wanted to take care of her.