Her Beast

“Fear keeps a lot of people in check. Fear of the unknown, and what crazy shit people can do.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Then you’re crazy, because you should be.” He sank down to the floor, and she watched as he spread her thighs open. “Look at this very wet pussy. You’ve been thinking some wicked thoughts. I hope they’re all about me. I don’t like sharing.”

There wasn’t anyone else she could want. He opened the lips of her pussy, and she went to her elbows so that she could see him clearer.

“No man has tasted this?” he asked.

She shook her head.

Hope cried out as his tongue latched onto her clit, sucking it inside. The pleasure was instant, and she collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he took her pussy. He slid his tongue over and across, sucking and licking.

He touched over her entrance but didn’t penetrate, gliding up to take her clit into his mouth, sucking it in deep again.

“You’re so wet. So desperate.” His hands moved to her hips, holding her down as he continued the pleasure of her pussy. She didn’t know what to do, and there was no way for her to fight the feelings he inspired. His touch took it to a whole new level, and she knew without a doubt that she was about to come. It wasn’t slow either. One second his touch felt so good, the next almost unbearable as her orgasm rushed over her body.

She screamed his name, and he teased her clit.

There was no way she could take much more, and it wasn’t long before she begged him to stop.

He finally relented, releasing her clit and landing a kiss to her hip.

“Was that your first orgasm?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You’ve never tried to touch yourself?”

“I’ve touched myself. I’ve just never … completed.”

“Thank you.” He pressed another kiss to her hip.

When he stood up, she couldn’t just lie there waiting, so she moved up his bed, sitting against the pillows and watching as he went to a stereo. Soft, melodious music filled the air.

She liked the classical music most of all. It helped to relax her.

Beast wasn’t done though. He removed his boxer briefs, and she caught her first real sight of a man, and boy, was he a man.

His cock was long and hard.

He was big though, not that she’d seen anyone to compare him to, but he looked … painful. Like he wouldn’t fit inside her, or if he tried it was going to hurt.

Remember sex ed. No one’s too big.

Just uncomfortable.

He wrapped his fingers around the length, but he didn’t dive on the bed and take her hand. She watched, unable to form any kind of words as he pulled a condom out of his bedside drawer.

“Are you on the pill?”

She shook her head.

“I’m clean, but I don’t want to risk pregnancy.” She watched as he tore into the condom and began to lower it over his shaft.

When his knees hit the bed, she tensed up. She couldn’t help it.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t.” She lay down on the bed. “I want this.”

He lay out beside her, his hand resting on her stomach, and once again she was confused. He didn’t do love or romance, and yet his very actions said the complete opposite.

If he didn’t believe in romance, wouldn’t he just fuck her and get it over with?

She didn’t know enough to judge, only what she imagined, and that wasn’t a whole lot. This was confusing to her.

“Talk to me.”

“Do you make all the women talk to you?”

“Only the ones I like hearing the voices of,” he said.

She didn’t like that but didn’t say a thing. The thought of him with anyone else filled her with jealousy, and she hated that, hated that anyone could have that kind of control of her, and she wasn’t even with him yet.

“There’s been no other woman in this bed, and I don’t like hearing other women talk.”

“I’m not so different,” she said.

“You’re wrong.”

She turned toward him. “What?”

“You’re my first and only virgin, Hope. I told you, I’m not a good man. You shouldn’t be here because I like to keep what’s mine, and I don’t like to play either.” The hand on her stomach trailed up, and he cupped her tit. “I’m a selfish fucker.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything, and just know that if another man or boy thinks they can take you, they’re going to have to go through me.”

That sent a thrill down her spine. She liked his possessive words. Never in all of her life had she ever been wanted, and even though she was eighteen she wanted to be worth something.

Cupping his cheek, she pulled him down, kissing him back.

She was more than ready to have him.