“Wash all of me, Belle.”
The way he said my name was so husky that I was ashamed when the soft moan left me.
I snapped my focus to his face, noticing the way his eyes flickered from red to the normal deep brown I’d seen so far.
We held each other’s gaze for long seconds, but I knew it was because I was terrified that… I might like it.
“Go on,” he taunted.
I licked my lips, his gaze dripping to watch the act at the same time, wet the cloth once more, held my breath, and ran it along his lower abdomen.
I spent an ungodly amount of time washing the same flat, hard expanse of his stomach, and when I heard a deep chuckle come from him, I narrowed my eyes that he thought my embarrassment was funny.
So, while staring into his red, glowing eyes, I wrapped my cloth-covered hand around his erection. His grunt had a sharp slap of pleasure and pride filling me. The fact that I affected him this way gave me my own pleasure.
I dragged the rag up and down his length, my fingers unable to wrap fully around his girth, the feeling of his hardened ridges prominent under the strip of fabric.
“That’s it,” he purred. “My good girl.”
I sucked in a sharp breath at hearing that praise. I dragged my hand back down his length, felt the hard protrusion at the tip and found myself glancing down, transfixed at watching as I stroked him.
I twisted my wrist so I could get a better look at him, my pussy clenching and growing wetter as I ran the tip of my thumb over that nodule right at the crown.
He groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing more of that monstrous erection into my palm.
I moved my hand back down, pulling at the foreskin so the bulbous head and seeping slit were revealed. I stroked back toward the tip, watching, fascinated, as his foreskin moved back in place.
But his cock was so big, so thick, that I could still see the slit, watching as cum steadily dripped from him, landing on his thighs, catching in all that thick, dark fur.
“My good, good girl likes to watch what she does to me, and likes to see all the seed I give her.”
Breathing harder, I didn’t dare respond. I couldn’t have found the words to respond anyway.
I stopped, but a low growl left him and, a second later, he wrapped that oversized paw around my hand, keeping me right where I was… with my fingers wrapped around his length.
“Don’t stop.” It was a demand, and when I looked up at him, the Beast started using the pressure he had on my hand to stroke himself.
He moved so aggressively, more than I ever would have dared, twisting my hand at the crown, running my fingers over that hard protrusion before making sure to get my palm slick and sloppy with his dripping seed.
My mouthparted as I sucked in a sharp breath when he slammed his free hand on the wall beside his head, crushing the plaster, bits and pieces falling to the ground.
I found myself getting turned on as I watched those black claws digging deeper and deeper into the wall. I felt his other hand tightening around mine to the point it slightly hurt but then felt insanely good.
The Beast was pumping both of our hands fast and hard against his shaft, every once in a while curling my palm over the slick tip. I was amazed at how much semen was coming out of him, a steady stream falling from the tip.
His big, hairy balls were swaying from the force of jerking him off, those twin weights swinging freely beneath the length. And all the while he stared at me, his gaze so penetrating it felt as if he were actually touching my pussy.
“Do you see that, wife?” He growled, and I felt my eyes grow even wider in shock as more cum spilled out. “That’s all for you.” He grunted when my hand moved over the crown before sliding back down the length and squeezing tightly at the base. “I’m going to fill you up with it, shove this big cock deep in you, make you take every last ounce until it’s pouring out of you so that when I pull out of your cunt, it’ll hurt so good.”
I gasped, knowing I should have felt scandalous hearing these vulgar, obscene words. But I felt a trickle of wetness slipping down my inner thigh, felt my pulse beating wildly at my center.
“I’m going to keep giving it to you, over and over again, not stopping until I fill your womb so full of my seed that it takes deep inside of you, and you grow big and heavy with my young.”
I clenched my thighs together, which added pressure to my clit, pulling a moan from me. And that was when I saw his entire body tense, and heard his claws dig so deep into the plaster they were now like black holes.
“That’s it, wife. Make me come. Watch as it goes everywhere because you made me feel so good.”
My gaze was locked on his cock as he stroked himself using my hand. He did this three more times before stilling, my palm wrapped around the center of the heavy length,and I felt something grow thicker, harder, right under my hold.
It had even more wetness spilling down my inner thighs as I watched him orgasm.
And he came so much, so forcefully, that his seed sprayed along the wall, covering the floor in thick, hot jets of milky ropes that shocked and aroused me.
After a long moment, he huffed out and sagged forward, a paw still dug into the wall.
“You see the mess you made me make?”
I snapped my focus up to him, feeling dazed and slightly confused by what I just witnessed.
And a whole lot of aroused.
He stared at me with a hooded expression, his eyes still glowing that otherworldly red.
His hold on my hand loosened and I took a step back, unable to look away from his massive cock that was still semi-hard and still dripping semen.
“I can’t wait until you’re mine in all ways, Belle.”