Her Beast

She was tight, incredibly so, and he wanted to taste her.

Going to his knees before her, he held her hips as he took her clit into his mouth. She cried out his name, and he smiled, licking and sucking at her nub, wanting her to come on his face before he got what he wanted.

Her fists at her side, he drew her first orgasm with a few strokes of his tongue. Climbing onto the bed, he guided her so that she straddled his lap. Holding his cock still, he watched as she slowly took him in deep, her cunt squeezing his dick as he went to the hilt inside her.

Returning his grip to her hips, he held her steady. Her gaze was slightly hooded as she looked at him.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said.

“I’ll show you.”

“It’s not just that. I shouldn’t be here with you.”

He stared at her, wondering if he should be insulted by that, but saw the confusion in her gaze.

“Do you want me to let you go? I can stop, and you can live your life. I won’t force you to do anything.” He only wanted her if she wanted to be here. He’d been and done many things in his life, but he wasn’t a rapist, nor was he an abuser.

Her hands moved to his shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop. Show me what you like,” she said.

Keeping hold of her hips, he showed her how to take his cock. Her hands were on his shoulders as she took over rocking her pussy on his cock. Stroking his hands over her body, he leaned back and watched as her tits bounced. He loved the way she arched up, and each time he hit that special place inside her, she seemed to purr with each stroke.

Beast saw the scar on her stomach. The single hole that had been healed, and he skimmed his fingers across the wound. They both had scars put there by others.

The only difference, hers were partly his fault as he’d supplied the gun. He’d never have hurt her, and he hadn’t for a second known what that guy was going to do.

Her father had been a two-bit crook, an addict, and he’d not really cared for the reason why he wanted the gun, only that he owed more money.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he basked in having her in his arms. His own little Hope that he never intended to give up.

Gripping her ass, he took charge, filling her pussy, jolting her as he got deeper and deeper inside her.

Sliding his hands around to her front, he found her pussy and teased over her clit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. There’s nothing else I want to see than you riding my cock.”

“Please, Beast.”

“You want to come?”

“Yes.”

Stroking her clit, he watched and felt as she came apart, giving him her second orgasm of the night.

She brought him to his first, and he flooded her cunt with his cream. Part of him hoped that she got pregnant because he finally had something that he didn’t want to give up.

Chapter Eight

On the day of the secret party Beast was nowhere to be seen, but Hope had already figured he had work to do as he’d told her he wouldn’t be around. Staring out of her bedroom window, she watched as Dwayne welcomed his guests. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt, but she didn’t feel like joining the others.

She missed Beast.

Their time together was fleeting at most, but she relished the rare moments they shared together. He’d gone to take care of some business, and she’d spent a lot of time researching the internet on anything to do with Beast Carson. There was a great deal of information about him. He’d told her he wouldn’t hide the truth, and she knew most of the rumors about them were indeed true.

He killed people.

His businesses were not always legal.

She didn’t know how she felt about that.

Dwayne looked up toward her bedroom, and did that hand wave signal thing that told her to come down.

Seeing no point in staying camped out in her bedroom, she made her way toward the party, being sure to lock the door that she left through. Beast had told her that he didn’t mind Dwayne having parties so long as they stayed out of the main house.

He didn’t want any brat seeing something that couldn’t be unseen. Again, she didn’t know exactly what that meant, so she stood at the edge of the party, feeling uneasy.

Beast didn’t know about this party, or at least, she didn’t think he did.

“It’s about time you came out and had a little fun. Have you ever been to a party before with actual human beings?” Dwayne asked, putting his arm around her shoulders.