Her Beast

“I have no idea what you mean.”

She opened her thighs as he slid between them. His cock bumped her clit as he rubbed between the lips of her pussy.

He pulled back, holding her hips, and he stared down at where their bodies lay together. Every touch against her nub had her gasping, desperate, begging for more.

“You make me ache, baby. I want you so fucking much.” He placed his cock at her entrance, and she cried out as with one hard thrust, he slammed to the hilt within her. Arching up, she felt his lips on her tits, and watched as he took one nipple into his mouth, followed by the next.

His cock pulsed inside her, and he didn’t move for the longest time. “I’ll never grow tired of your pussy wrapped around my cock, baby.” He groaned as she tightened herself, feeling him pulse. “Damn, Hope, you want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Gripping her hips, he pulled her off his cock until only the tip was inside her, and then he fucked her hard, slamming all the way within her. She cried out his name, feeling him fill every single part of her, touching places deep inside her that made her ache for more.

She was addicted to him, desperate for his cock.

Beast had a power over her, and she loved every second that he used it.

“You’re all mine, baby. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I want you so fucking badly.”

She cried out as he bit her tits, knowing he’d leave a mark.

He moved over her completely, wrapping his arms around her waist and fucking her so hard that the headboard slammed against the wall, matching their cries.

Beast brought her to orgasm first before he joined her, flooding inside her with his cum. She felt every single spurt as he filled her. He’d not worn a condom for some time, and she kept forgetting to get an appointment with the doctor. She quickly made a note of it to get it done. The last thing she wanted to do was trap him with a child he didn’t want.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

She smiled. “I can’t move right now.”

“Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

****

“Are you okay?” Caleb asked.

Beast glanced up at his brother, sitting back in his seat. He spent a great deal more time at home now than he ever did outside of it. Hope was the reason. Whenever she was near, he found it next to impossible to leave her. He didn’t want to leave her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Your woman is hunting for colleges, and I didn’t know if the age difference bothered you?”

“Age difference?”

“She’s young, Beast.”

He smiled as Caleb took a seat. “The age difference? You know when I’m with her, there doesn’t feel any difference at all. She’s not a child, and she doesn’t giggle, unless I tickle her.”

Caleb burst out laughing. “You tickle your woman?”

“On occasion. I like to catch her off guard, and I’m not talking about this with you.” He sat back. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Just curious. You never struck me as the kind of guy who liked them young is all.”

“I don’t ‘like them young.’”

Hope was the first woman that had ever made him cross that line. She’d been of legal age, and he didn’t doubt for a second that if she hadn’t been, he’d have left her alone. He would have.

There were a lot of things he would do, but even he had morals and lines he wouldn’t cross. Those lines his father had once told him were what made him weak.

No, his lines, his morals, were what made him strong.

“What made Hope so different for you?” Caleb asked.

“Why the sudden questions about the woman in my life?” He pressed his fingers together, watching his brother.

“You’re not going to tell me anything until I tell you, are you?”

“That’s the way this works.”

“Fine. I may have seen or met someone. Not going to go into the details. I’m sure you’re aware of everything already.”

Beast smiled. He was aware his brother had met someone, and that she was indeed young. Not illegal, but still out of Caleb’s comfort zone.

“Her eyes,” Beast said.

“Her eyes? They’re just brown.”

He chuckled. “You’ve got to look a little deeper when you stare at a woman. Don’t just see tits and ass.” Beast stared past him. “I saw her ass first. She was standing at the bookcase in the library, her hands trailing across the spines of the books. That was the first time I saw her. She turned to face me, and I saw her eyes. They’re deep brown, and so torn. She’s seen pain and come out fighting. She’s a fighter, my woman.” He smiled, just thinking about it. “I know I’m the one responsible for putting that look in her eyes, but … I couldn’t look away. I was caught, enslaved by that one gaze. She left, and I found myself thinking about her.”