Owning the Beast

“Not yet, Angel. This time I want you cumming around my cock. I want to feel your pussy milking my cum out of me.” He rumbled, removing his hand from between my legs.

“Just hurry, please. Griffin, I need you.” My words seemed to set him in motion. He leaned up, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock. “Oh god!” Even with our bodies no longer touching, I couldn’t stop myself from arching up towards him, needing to feel his weight back on top of me. I needed something to ease the throbbing between my legs. I was so close.

Griffin’s breathing seemed to turn uneven and rapid. Grabbing his cock, he roughly stroked it up and down, sliding his thumb over the tip and smearing precum all over as he stared ravenously at me spread out deliciously before him.

“Angel, I know you aren’t on any birth control. You could already be pregnant after our night together, but you might not be. I have a condom if you want me to use it this time.”

“Why would you need that?” I asked, wondering why he would suggest it. We were to be married soon. We didn’t need condoms. He didn’t use one last night so why would he bother using one now.

Griffin gave me a long look, which seemed almost pained. “I don’t want to force you, Angel. It’s your choice if you want me to use one or not.”

“I’m going to be your wife, am I not?” I questioned, reaching for his erection only to have him jerk away.

He studied me for a second as if trying to read me. “You’re saying you’re okay if we don’t use protection? You’ll risk having a baby? Because I fucking loved having you bare last night.” Sliding my dress up higher, he caressed my stomach.

“I want it all, Griffin. I want to fall in love, and to have your babies.”

“I want to be inside you without a condom. I want to fill you up with my cum and get you pregnant, because, yes, you’ll be my wife.”

His words sent pleasure racing all over my body, filling me up with warmth and a sense of peace. I could feel it seeping into my heart. I wasn’t alone anymore. I have a family now.

Griffin leaned down and yanked off my panties, tossing them haphazardly behind him. Crawling back up, he wrapped me up in his arms while lowering his mouth to mine. His fingers sank deep into my hair and he kissed me hard, dominating me. Feeling more than a little desperate, I fought back against his questing tongue and lips, causing the both of us to let out a moan. Breaking the kiss, he slid his hand down between my legs, spreading my wet lips. Griffin grabbed his cock and tapped it against my clit a couple of times before nudging it against my entrance, teasing me, bringing me to the edge even more. Glistening with need, I raised my hips in an attempt to try and get him to slide deep inside me.

I could see Griffin’s face tighten with restraint as he fought to control his desire. I could see it in his eyes that he was fighting not to hurt me like he had the night before.

“Take me,” I encouraged him. “I’m yours.”

Hesitating for only a split second, he took his cock and slid it between my pussy lips as few times before he nudged my entrance once more, slowly pushing inside. I could tell he was still holding himself back. I wanted all of him deep inside me. I wanted him to connect us and fill every part of me. Determined, I locked my legs around his waist and thrust my hips up, sliding him even deeper and impaling myself onto him. I wanted my hands all over his rock-solid body but he still had his shirt on. Moving my hands, I tried to rip off his clothes with a frustrated whine. Griffin captured both of my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head as he started to thrust faster and harder. Before I could protest against not having my hands on him, he took my mouth in the most tender and gentle kiss I had ever experienced. Gently sliding his tongue against mine, it felt like he was worshiping me.

Letting go of my wrists, he braced himself on one arm, using the other to coast down between my legs and to my clit, stroking me as he continued thrusting deep and hard. I felt myself become slicker and I couldn’t help the buck of my hips.

“God, you’re so tight, Bella, so fucking perfect. It’s like you were made just for me.” He grunted, picking up speed.

“Yes, for you. I was made just for you.” The confession fell easily from between my lips. It felt right. He seemed to lose all his control at my admission and began slamming into me at full force.

“Say it again, Angel. Tell me you’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Tell me you want me to cum deep inside of you, to fill every inch of your tight pussy with my cum.”

“Yes, Griffin. Please. I’m yours, all yours.”

The “beast” was in control now and the fact that it was I who had made him lose control had my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. Throwing my arms around him, I bit his shoulder, muffling my scream of pleasure.

“Fuck!” he roared, and I felt his cock grow slightly larger and pulse as his warm seed splashed against my walls, filling me up. “God, you get so fucking tight when you cum around my cock.”

Dropping down to his elbows so that he didn’t crush me, he gave me a slow, lazy kiss.

“You’re going to be my wife.” It was clearly a statement.

I smiled and nod my agreement.

Claiming my mouth once more, he slid himself out of me and I moaned at the feeling, my pussy already clenching at the loss. Sitting up on his knees, he tucked his still semi-hard cock back in his pants. “I just had you and now I want you again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you and your delectable body, Angel.”