Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
She wants more pleasure.
“Yes,” I say, half to her and half to myself, guilt at my selfishness mixing with the unavoidable sense of relief. She is enjoying it. She wants me. She needs me even. My body has ached for this, and the beast has snapped and growled for this since we came upon Elle sitting in that swing, the shawl around her shoulders. “Yes.”
I bend over her, my hand working once again over her clit. Elle throws her head back as I fold myself over her and lick the side of her neck. I find the place on her shoulder where I bit her before and press my teeth into the flesh, drawing a gasp from Elle that turns into a low moan. She begins to come again on my fingers, her pussy so hot and wet that moving my fingers at all causes them to enter her. Elle thrusts her hips back, taking two of my fingers inside her, and I push in, pressing and stretching into her to prepare her for what’s to come.
She clenches sweetly around my knuckles, her channel tight and hot and responsive. Elle moves her hips with more urgency now and I put my hand on her hip again, holding her in place where I want her while still allowing her to rock on my fingers. Each gasp that slips from between her lips is answered with a soft whimper or moan. None of her sounds form words, but the plea is clear enough.
I need her higher. The angle of the table is not right for me to fuck her bent this way, so I take her hips in both my hands and lift her. Elle scrambles onto the table on all fours, her dress falling around her shoulders. When she regains her balance, she tips her head back again, her hair and the black silk of the blindfold spilling over her back.
Fucking gorgeous.
I fumble for the ties of my breeches, nearly snapping them in my haste. The laces come undone under fingers that feel more like the beast’s than my own. I plunge my hand into my gaping breeches and take out my cock. It’s hard and pulsing, already leaking precum at the tip, and I drag it through Elle’s folds, trying to steady my breath.
She makes a low, pleading sound, pushing her hips back into my hand. Though she has come twice, her opening still feels tight, and I position the head of my cock at her center. The feeling of her hot, wet pussy against my skin is almost enough to bring me to orgasm before I’ve entered her. My vision darkens under a wave of pleasure I am granted only by touching her and feeling her slick warmth coat the head of my cock. I have been isolated for so long that even with wringing pleasure out of her earlier, I still crave it like nothing I’ve ever desired before.
Elle wriggles her bottom, arching lower so her opening begins to take in the head of my cock. I release a groan that turns into a growl, fighting for control. The animal in me wants to pin her roughly to the table and fuck into her deeply and mercilessly, showing her once and for all who has dominion over her body, but the prince in me, turned beastly by so many years of loneliness, desperately wants to be inside her, lost in the presence of a pure, innocent heart.
Of course I want to claim her, too. Of course I want to show her how she belongs to me.
I push forward, enveloping myself only an inch. Elle gasps and throws her head back again but this time her fists clench. Her first. Her only. I savor the moment. I bury my fist in the dress at her back, catching the blindfold, and hold tight, not pulling hard because I do not want any damage done to her delicate neck but adding tension to keep the intoxicating arch of her body where I want it. Elle trembles, her hands opening and closing on the table, and pants, her cunt fluttering around me with every breath she takes.
I place both my hands on her hips and push forward one more inch, drawing another gasp from her lips. Her whimper is delectable.
The feel of her is so tight and so hot, surrounding my cock in the sweetest flesh I could have imagined, and I manage to take her slowly one more inch before I can no longer hold the beast at bay. I do not know if I am even trying when he seizes control of my body and drives into Elle, sheathing my cock to the hilt.
Elle leans into it, bracing herself as much as she can against the table, her cries and moans echoing in the room as I fuck her ruthlessly. Her pussy ripples as she orgasms again.