Beasting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 1)

Slowly, the cries whimpering from my mouth, I started to sink down onto him. I was worried for a second about him hurting me — worried that the beast inside would take control and just impale me.

Logan seemed to sense this, because I felt his tight grip on my hips loosen. One hand came up to my cheek.

“You’re in control, Isla,” he groaned.

I pushed down, and let out a cry of pleasure as his cock slowly filled me, inch by thick inch. I gasped for air, my eyes wide as the huge shaft slid inside. I felt so incredibly full and stretched, and he wasn’t even all the way inside! I gasped as I pushed down, letting my knees bend further as I sank down on the enormous shaft as it eased inside of me. My head spun with the intense sensations, my insides clenching as the thick, pulsating cock slid deep. I shuddered and shivered as I coaxed myself further down, the friction of his shaft rubbing against the hard nub of my clit and making my head spin.

And then finally, he was entirely inside of me. I moaned, my whole body shivering in ecstasy as I felt every damn inch of him pulsing thickly inside of me.

Logan groaned, his hands moving back to grab my hips tightly, his tongue and lips moving to tease my nipples. I panted, feeling so full but aching for more. Slowly, I raised up, whispering at the feel of him sliding out before I sank back down, feeling him sheath inside of me again.

“Fuck, just like that, little princess,” he growled, his lips fastening on my nipple, his tongue swirling over it. His cock pulsed as his hands tightened on me. Slowly, I could feel him take over. Slowly, as we moved, I could feel his own arms moving me up and down his big dick more than I was.

And I let go and let him take over completely.

I cried out as he started to move us faster, bouncing me up and down on his big cock and grinding his hips up to meet me in on every stroke. I was lost in the raw power of him, lost in the feelings trembling through me as this man — this gorgeous beast of a man — claimed me as his own.

Suddenly, with a growl, he grabbed me and spun us around. I gasped as my back hit the bed, my legs tight around his muscled hips, his cock never leaving the tight confines of my pussy. I moaned loudly as he drove deep inside, his masculine groans sizzling through my ears as he started thrusting in and out of me. His hand found my wrists, pinning them above my head. His eyes locked on mine before his lips crashed into mine. I moaned into that kiss, rocking my hips to meet his deep thrusts, my whole world melting around me as the pleasure consumed me.

His huge cock drove into me again and again, his huge hands pinning me to the bed, his mouth moving to my neck and biting and sucking the skin there. I felt completely dominated by him, my legs spread wide and up in the air as this beast of a man claimed me. I could feel his heavy balls slapping my ass, his thick head stretching me wide, the muscles of his chest rubbing over my nipples.

He pulled away from my neck and caught my eyes, both of us inches apart and breathing the same air as he slid in harder and deeper.

I was going to come soon, and I was going to come hard. I was going to shatter for the very first time with a man inside of me — and not just any man, this man. This dark, tortured, dominating, beast of a man. And I knew I’d never want anything else but him.

“This is everything,” he growled, as if reading my thoughts. “You’re my everything, Princess.” He moved to kiss me, his tongue sliding over mine as our bodies rocked together higher and higher.

“They’ll tell us we can’t,” I gaped.

“Fuck them.”

“They’ll say this can’t happen.”

“Let them say it to my face,” he snarled. “Because you’re mine now. You’re all mine, forever.”

“Yours,” I squealed, feeling his thick cock throbbing as he drove deep inside. “I’m all yours!”

“Always,” he groaned.

“Always” I gasped.

“I want you as my queen, Princess,” he growled into my ear, his hips slamming into mine and making me whimper in pleasure and this uncontrollable swelling feeling of love at his words.

“You mean…”

“Of course I mean,” he growled into my lips. “I’m going to make you my wife, and my queen, and then?”

I cried out as every enormous inch of him buried inside me in one body shivering thrust.

“And then, I’m going to make you the mother of my children.”