Beast's Demands (Crude Hill High 3)

Open.

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

I wasn’t a weak man.

This woman had power over me.

I couldn’t allow that to happen.

Sliding my hand down from her cheek, I cupped her breast. The music continued to play, and I went to the zipper at the back of her dress, working it down.

She didn’t fight, not as I pulled the dress down.

I was completely dressed, and she was naked as I pulled her close to me. I took care of the bra, but the brandy had gone to my head. I grabbed my blade from my back pocket, flicked it up, slid it between her hip and the fabric, and sliced up, removing it.

Clothes on her body offended me. She shouldn’t be wearing anything in my presence.

Walking her back to the desk, I swiped my arm across the contents and lifted her up, putting her on the edge.

“Earl.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The last thing I wanted to hear was her voice. The accusations. The judgment.

I pushed her so she had no choice but to lay back.

Her body was open for me.

Splaying my palm out across her pussy, I tested her clit, sliding my thumb between her folds and finding her soaking wet.

She could fight me all she wanted, but it wasn’t going to take away the fact she wanted this. Her body craved mine.

It would be so easy to grip my cock, press the tip at her core, and slam balls deep inside her cunt.

Taking her cherry wouldn’t come to that. She’d be on a bed, and there would be time to enjoy. I was ready to fucking explode.

Working my thumb through her clit, I watched her as she pressed her thighs open. Her body asking what her mouth couldn’t.

With my spare hand, I unzipped my pants and gripped my cock. I wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs. I was so big, but I was able to work my length out between the gap left by my zipper.

Up and down, I worked the length, preparing myself. The tip was already slick with pre-cum.

When it came to Ashley, I didn’t intend to ever wear a condom.

With the tip of my cock at her pussy, I moved between her slit so the head would work against her clit as I thrust forward.

She tensed up, clearly expecting me to fuck her.

Not yet.

All in good time.

I thrust forward, making sure she was wet enough to take this, to work my cock. The moment I was satisfied, I went to her hips, held her in place, and began to fuck her pussy. Each bump against her clit had her moaning my name, arching up, and calling out yes.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

Ashley didn’t know it, but her body, her very fucking self was made for me and me alone.

Up and down, I worked my cock, knowing it wasn’t enough. I wanted to plunge balls deep inside her cunt, but I held myself back. I played the good little boy, allowing her to get used to me, to fall for me.

My balls tightened at the sweet sounds she made.

She was so close to orgasm just from my cock alone. I didn’t stop, though. This was about me tonight, not her.

Thrusting forward and back, I groaned as with one final thrust, I came, spilling my release onto her waiting stomach.

I stared down into her startled eyes, and the one thing I knew was that Ashley was all fucking mine.

Chapter Ten

Ashley

We were surrounded by ocean, but Earl still had the foresight to install a pool at his private island house.

It seemed rather silly to even have a pool with all that water.

I’d changed into the bikini I found. It was way too revealing. I’d never worn anything like it. The bikini bottoms were small, only just covering my ass and pussy. The bra, pretty much the same. A single piece of string between each cup. More string tied it in the back and around the neck.

My breasts were heavy, and it didn’t offer much in the way of support. Back home, I’d have opted for a one-piece. Much more fabric to be able to hide behind.

I didn’t mind my body.

With the food I like to eat, I’d accepted I’d never be thin again. I used to be. In high school, eating had been a comfort, but also, with the way my mom was, I’d often be filled with anxiety that it made it difficult to eat.

There was no one around.

Earl had shut himself away in his office.

After last night’s dance, followed by semi-fucking, we’d gone to bed. I’d woken up in the middle of the night to find him wrapped around me. The feel of his arms hadn’t upset me. I’d found comfort in his touch, and I hadn’t wanted him to stop.

I’d fallen back to sleep easily, which was a relief. Usually when I woke up, that was it for me, up for the rest of the night and the day.