Beasting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 1)

“But not you,” I whispered, turning in his arms. “Don’t you ever stop you from getting to me, because I love you too.”

Time stopped for a single second, and then we were crashing together.

My head spun, the breath caught in my throat as he scooped me up, kissing me fiercely. His tongue pushed past my eager lips to find mine, claiming my mouth with that kiss as his hands tightened on my body.

We stumbled backwards, moaning and grasping at each other. His tuxedo jacket hit the ground, followed somehow by his pants. With a savage snarl, he tore at his dress shirt, sending the buttons scattering as he took his hands away from me just long enough to shrug it off his massive shoulders.

His hands moved to my nightgown, and unlike my dress, he didn’t restrain himself from tearing it. I gasped, the adrenaline and the desire spiking through me as he tore the thing thing in two, right off of my body. The pieces dropped to the floor, and I shivered as I felt his eyes move over my body — naked except for my panties.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he groaned, his hands sliding over my skin to pull me close. I fell into him, kissing his lips and letting my hands explore his rock-hard chest, his chiseled abs, and the hard grooves of his hips. I moaned as I felt the huge thickness between his legs bulging at his underwear, pressing hot and powerfully into my belly. I whimpered as my fingers moved lower, tentatively feeling that huge cock of his through the cotton.

He groaned.

“You cage the monster, Princess,” he growled. “But you bring out the beast in me. I—” he groaned again as my fingers stroked the thick shaft behind his underwear.

“I can’t control it around you,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“Then don’t,” I whispered back.

He growled deeply. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I really can’t control myself around you.”

“And I don’t want you too,” I said softly, my fingers closing on his shaft and stroking as I looked up into his eyes. “I trust you, and I want you.”

His eyes flashed fire, and I felt his cock throb in my hand. With a shriek, I suddenly went tumbling backwards onto my bed, my heart thudding in my chest, and desire spiking through me.

He loomed over me on the side of the bed, his muscles bunching and his jaw tight.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can, Princess,” he said, his voice strained. “But if you want the beast, you’re going to get the beast.”

“Show me everything,” I whispered.

His eyes locked on me, and he nodded. Slowly, his thumbs hooked into his briefs, and shoved them down his thighs. My gaze lowered, and my jaw dropped. I’d seen his cock earlier, but not like this. Not with him standing above me with his impossibly big, throbbing cock so hard and ready for me. He was enormous. Strong, pulsing, with a thick vein running down the length of him. His balls, full and swollen, hung between his muscled thighs, and I suddenly realized I was more turned on than I’d ever been before.

“You want the beast, Princess?” he growled, his eyes like liquid fire as they gazed down on me.

I nodded, face flushed and my pussy soaking my panties.

“As my Princess wishes,” he said darkly. He moved onto the bed, sinking back against my massive headboard, His hand wrapped around his thick, enormous cock, stroking it in a way that had me hypnotized.

“Come here, Princess,” he growled softly.

I nodded, my eyes locked onto his cock as I turned and crawled up the bed towards him.

“Open that sweet mouth,” he groaned, his hand moving to my cheek and stroking me.

I whimpered, moving even closer to him and feeling my pulse pounding as I leaned in.

Slowly, I opened my mouth, wanting to taste him so badly.

As the head of his massive cock touched my lips, I somehow fell under a spell — totally hypnotized by him. I shivered, my body trembling and my pussy throbbing with need as I slowly began to open my mouth and push my lips over his thick head.

I found quickly that I couldn’t actually open my jaw wide enough to fit more than the first inch of his cock inside my mouth. I couldn't even get the whole head in! He was simply too big. Instead, I wrapped my lips around what little I could and sucked, hard. After all, I might have been a virgin, but I’d read romance books.

Logan groaned, hissing in pleasure as his hand slipped into my hair, making me smile and feel bolder. I sucked harder at his head, letting my spit and his sweet, tangy juices drip copiously down his thick, pulsing shaft. I stroked him up and down with both my hands, feeling as though I was greasing a pole. My head spun and my moans joined him as I slurped at him, loving the velvety feel of his hot skin and the tightness of the muscle beneath. The way the thick veins pulsed under my little fingers, letting me feel the raw power behind them, sent a jolt through my core.