Claiming Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy 2)

“I understand, Bear,” I said, reaching up and touching his face. “I accept that part of you completely.”

“I would never disrespect you, Chloe,” he said. “You need to know that. It’s important to me that you realize that. No matter what happens, what I do, or what I say, there is always respect. And love. So much love, baby.”

“I know that, Bear. I feel it. I want it too,” I said, biting my lip as I stared up at him. “I need it too.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” I nodded firmly, smiling up at him.

“I never want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t,” I said.

“I promise I never will, Beauty,” he whispered, his eyes turning wild with lust.

Chapter 6

He kissed me again, deeply, softly at first, but I felt the change come quickly. His kiss deepened, his lips kissing harder and harder and I felt his cock come to life against my thigh. He groaned as I reached down and gripped his shaft through his pants, his cock throbbing hotly in my palm.

“Get up,” he growled.

Abruptly, he grabbed my hips and turned me around until I was face down over his lap, lifting the skirt of my dress over my ass, leaving me naked and exposed. A thrill went through me as I realized what he was going to do. He’d not even pretended to spank me until now. I held my breath as his warm hand slid over my ass, caressing it softly, a finger slipping between my lips and running over my clit, causing a great, deep shudder to rock through my body. I gasped, loudly, and I heard his light laughter ring through the darkness right before I felt the blow.

Smack! His hand landed on the fleshy part of my cheek, sending a jolt of delicious pain right to my clit. He growled and I felt it in my stomach. My pussy quivered as I waited for more, yearned for more. Now that he’d given me a taste, I wanted everything he had to give me.

It felt like it had been forever since he’d touched me like this and my body was begging for it.

He hit me again, my breasts swinging against his thigh as he began swatting me over and over. He picked up the pace, his blows coming harder and faster as the delicious heat spread across my skin. My pussy was soaked, quivering, yearning for him to open my thighs and hit me there, too.

But he didn’t.

He pushed me down onto my back on the blanket, hovering over me as he opened his pants, his eyes flashing with hunger. When I felt his cock slide in, a deep shudder ripped through me, my pussy spasming around his velvety shaft immediately. Waves of pleasure washed over me until I’d melted below him, my hips rising to meet his even as I dissolved into a puddle on the blanket, as if my pussy couldn’t resist the urge to slam back into him as hard as he was slamming into me.

His hips moved like a machine, his cock pounding into me with all his might. Wider and wider, I opened my thighs, giving him room, welcoming his sweet invasion. I stared up at him as he tore his lips from mine, his eyes shooting daggers of lust and unbridled passion straight through me. He kept fucking me, his hips dancing up and down, his cock deliciously ripping into me with each hammering stroke. I closed my eyes, pressing my pussy up to him wantonly, my body needing nothing but the pleasure he gave, the sinful pleasure of his cock slicing into me. I thought of nothing else.

My eyes closed, I lost myself in the darkness, awareness of the beach, of the sky, of the crashing waves in the distance, disappearing into a cloud of pure, savage pleasure.

“Fuck me!” I screamed, my cries echoing to the skies, falling on the ears of the gods. I threw my head back, lost, falling, free.

His fingers snaked around my neck and my eyes flew open. He looked down at me, his hips flailing, a snarl smeared on his beautiful face.

Slowly, gently, he wrapped his fingers around the choker, engulfing my neck with his huge fingers while he fucked into me harder and harder. He slowed down as he peered into my eyes, his words punctuated by every slow, hard thrust.

“You’re mine now,” he growled. “You’re mine to play with. You’re mine to punish. You’re mine to fuck. Whenever I want. However I want.”

“Yes, Bear,” I said, my eyes wide as I nodded, my pussy on fire under his gaze.

He reached down, releasing my neck and rubbing my clit with his thumb as I whimpered, wiggling under his touch.

“This clit is mine.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

He pulled his cock out and I shook my head. “Please,” I begged.

“Hush,” he said, dipping his head between my legs, his mouth engulfing my clit with his heat.

“Ohhhhh…” I cried, my voice rising and mixing with the sounds of the ocean. “Bear,” I whispered, “yes, yes…”

He tongue darted down, sliding along the inside of my lips, licking every inch of my quivering pussy as I threw my head back in ecstasy, surrendering to his mouth. A finger slid inside, hooking up and rubbing against my g-spot as he pulled out of me. Over and over, he fucked me with his finger, first one, then two, then his entire hand slid easily inside of me, my juices overflowing as my passion grew. My trembling thighs fell apart as he worked between my legs, his fist slamming into me while he sucked on my clit, my body flailing below him as I cried out into the night, my body shuddering in pleasure.

He stopped, pulling his mouth away and removing his hand right before I crashed over the edge.

It wrecked me.

“Bear, no!” I begged. “Oh, please, please don’t stop…” I thrashed below him, begging him like a starving woman. He smiled down at me and I realized that was exactly what he wanted.

“Beg me,” he demanded.

“Bear, I’m yours, baby. I’m all yours. Your slut. Please, please! Please fuck your good girl, I need it so badly. Don’t leave me like this, Bear. Please?” I begged, just like he wanted, my voice a high plea in the dark night. The fire flickered next to us, a sign from the gods of sex that I’d been heard.

“I’ll do anything,” I whispered, my voice serious and low. I stared up at him, needing him, needing everything he had to give.

“You’ll do anything?” he said.

“Please, Bear, yes,” I cried.

He nodded, sitting back on his heels, his throbbing cock bobbing between his legs. I licked my lips as I stared at the object of my deepest desire. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.

I watched as he stood up slowly, standing over me, stripping his clothes off until his naked body towered over me, shimmering in the firelight. I longed to touch him, to lick him, to wrap my pussy around him. I reached up and he slapped my hand away.

“Follow me,” he barked, leaving me lying there with my dress bunched around my hips, my hungry body spread out like an unwanted buffet as he walked away. Scrambling to my feet, I followed him through the yard and into the house. Sure and steady, his footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors. My eyes were glued to his back, raking over his incredible frame. His muscles rippled up his taut skin and I longed to run my hands over him. Staring straight ahead, his shoulders remained squared in determination and purpose as he headed to the bedroom.

“Lay down,” he barked, turning back to me.

With trembling thighs, I crawled onto the bed, lying on my stomach and gazing over my shoulder at him.

“Not that way. Turn over.” His voice was a low, husky growl that vibrated right through me, sending shivers of electricity straight to my clit.

I turned, resting on my back.

“Scoot this way,” he said. He was standing at my h

ead and I moved towards him, until my head was hanging off the side of the bed. He was upside down to me now, his cock twitching between his legs. He moved forward and I opened my mouth to welcome his velvety shaft between my lips.

I savored the feel, the slide, the smooth glide of flesh on flesh, my tongue twirling around his hardness. His hands gently held my cheeks, gently guiding his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Rocking his hips back and forth, he began fucking my face slowly, deeply, the head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat.

I moaned, my body on fire, passion rushing through me as he used me, fucking into my mouth over and over. He reached down, pulling my breasts from the halter of my dress, and then trailing his hand up, resting it on my throat as he thrust slowly. My pussy spasmed in pleasure, a hot flushing orgasm tearing through my body as he gently squeezed.

“You dirty slut,” he growled from above, his hips moving faster, his hand squeezing just a tiny bit harder. “You’re mine, Beauty. I want you and I always take what I want. Do you understand?” he cried, fucking me over and over.

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t nod.

But he knew. He didn’t need an answer. The only thing he needed from me was complete submission and now—with my head hanging down and his cock slamming into my mouth, his hand resting on my throat, as if my entire existence rested in those fingertips—he had it.

Wave after wave of delicious, forbidden pleasure ripped through my entire body and I opened my mouth wider, his cock going deeper and harder. I closed my lips around his shaft, sucking him into my mouth, twirling my tongue around his massive heat, his hips rocking, sliding his cock out while I sucked it right back in. Over and over, his cock danced with my tongue until he pulled out with a low growl, spraying his pleasure over my chin, my neck, my breasts. I reached up, my fingers sliding through his slickness, rubbing it over my rock-hard nipples, my body on fire for him.

I reached down between my thighs, rubbing my clit in circles. I hadn’t opened my eyes. I was covered in his wetness.