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tattered chemise over her head. “I am not toying with you. I want you to be ferocious with me. I want to feel ferocious pleasure.”
“As you wish,” he said, then buried his face in her breast, suckling them. He grabbed her derriere harshly, squeezing the buns tightly. Not too tight as to cause pain, but enough grip to be noticed. She moaned, “Oh.”
He bent down and placed his face between her legs. He licked the inside of her thigh, and she moaned. Then he grabbed both thighs with his hands and pressed them back further, giving him more room. He slid his tongue into her, licked the side of both lips, and then used his tongue to tickle her sweet spot. He heard her breathe out another, “Oh,” and did it again. Her legs tightened around his head, and he slid his tongue down her lips. Then, he darted it inside her, slid it round, and listened to her moan, feeling her body shudder with delight. He kept it up until she grabbed the top of his head and said, “I need you in me.”
He withdrew his head from her crotch and gently flipped her over so she was on her knees. She seemed surprised but didn’t verbalize any objections. He looked down at her perky ass, the round cheeks so perfect and slightly red from where he’d squeezed them. He rubbed her bum with his palm, then leaned all the way forward, so his face was near hers, and licked her neck, his tongue tracing its way down her back. He slid a finger inside her, the warm moistness immediate and pleasant. He used the lubrication to rub, to rub that little area that so turned her on when he massaged it. He heard her moan, an octave higher than before. The moisture kept coming, and she got louder, so he withdrew his finger and slid in his penis. She gasped and then let out a yelp of pleasure as he pushed further in. He gave a hard thrust, and she said, “Dear God.”
“Are you alright?” he asked.
A ragged breath escaped her, followed by, “Yes.” She moaned, “Don’t stop.”
He wasn’t sure he could stop if he wanted to. He pushed again, hard, causing her butt cheeks to jiggle. Beauty was on all fours, so he reached underneath and grabbed her breasts and squeezed gently as he thrust harder and faster. With every thrust, Beauty gave a breathy, joyful shriek. He watched the muscles of her back tense and contract with the thrust, and her hair shake, thumping against her neck and back in the same rhythm as his thrusts. He could feel her contracting tighter around his massive cock, could feel her body readying itself to orgasm, to shudder and convulse in pleasure, and he wanted to come with her.
His hairy fingers played with her nipples now, and she moaned louder. He pushed once and then exploded inside her. The release felt good, and he smacked her ass and smiled. “Was that ferocious enough pleasure for you?” he asked as he pulled out of her.
She flipped over, a smile of pure delight on her face. “More than enough,” she said, and then he curled up on the sofa with her. He wrapped his arms around her, and soon they both fell asleep.
Chapter 14
Beauty had lived with the Beast for two months now. They spent a great deal of their time having sex. Beauty was thrilled to explore this side of herself. She liked being with Beast, especially the physical pleasure he offered her, over and over and over again. But, also his company during the day and evenings. He was charming, well-read, and often humorous.
He enjoyed walking the grounds with her and tending to the gardens. They’d often just sit and read to each other. If she’d known then what she knew now, she would not have dreaded coming to live here with Beast at all.
In fact, they were living like a husband and wife. This is partly what bothered her. They had not, in fact, been married. Yet, she was like his wife. Only, Beast insisted that being his wife meant something more than this. It meant her making a choice. But did it? He kept insisting she had a choice, when there really wasn’t
“As you wish,” he said, then buried his face in her breast, suckling them. He grabbed her derriere harshly, squeezing the buns tightly. Not too tight as to cause pain, but enough grip to be noticed. She moaned, “Oh.”
He bent down and placed his face between her legs. He licked the inside of her thigh, and she moaned. Then he grabbed both thighs with his hands and pressed them back further, giving him more room. He slid his tongue into her, licked the side of both lips, and then used his tongue to tickle her sweet spot. He heard her breathe out another, “Oh,” and did it again. Her legs tightened around his head, and he slid his tongue down her lips. Then, he darted it inside her, slid it round, and listened to her moan, feeling her body shudder with delight. He kept it up until she grabbed the top of his head and said, “I need you in me.”
He withdrew his head from her crotch and gently flipped her over so she was on her knees. She seemed surprised but didn’t verbalize any objections. He looked down at her perky ass, the round cheeks so perfect and slightly red from where he’d squeezed them. He rubbed her bum with his palm, then leaned all the way forward, so his face was near hers, and licked her neck, his tongue tracing its way down her back. He slid a finger inside her, the warm moistness immediate and pleasant. He used the lubrication to rub, to rub that little area that so turned her on when he massaged it. He heard her moan, an octave higher than before. The moisture kept coming, and she got louder, so he withdrew his finger and slid in his penis. She gasped and then let out a yelp of pleasure as he pushed further in. He gave a hard thrust, and she said, “Dear God.”
“Are you alright?” he asked.
A ragged breath escaped her, followed by, “Yes.” She moaned, “Don’t stop.”
He wasn’t sure he could stop if he wanted to. He pushed again, hard, causing her butt cheeks to jiggle. Beauty was on all fours, so he reached underneath and grabbed her breasts and squeezed gently as he thrust harder and faster. With every thrust, Beauty gave a breathy, joyful shriek. He watched the muscles of her back tense and contract with the thrust, and her hair shake, thumping against her neck and back in the same rhythm as his thrusts. He could feel her contracting tighter around his massive cock, could feel her body readying itself to orgasm, to shudder and convulse in pleasure, and he wanted to come with her.
His hairy fingers played with her nipples now, and she moaned louder. He pushed once and then exploded inside her. The release felt good, and he smacked her ass and smiled. “Was that ferocious enough pleasure for you?” he asked as he pulled out of her.
She flipped over, a smile of pure delight on her face. “More than enough,” she said, and then he curled up on the sofa with her. He wrapped his arms around her, and soon they both fell asleep.
Chapter 14
Beauty had lived with the Beast for two months now. They spent a great deal of their time having sex. Beauty was thrilled to explore this side of herself. She liked being with Beast, especially the physical pleasure he offered her, over and over and over again. But, also his company during the day and evenings. He was charming, well-read, and often humorous.
He enjoyed walking the grounds with her and tending to the gardens. They’d often just sit and read to each other. If she’d known then what she knew now, she would not have dreaded coming to live here with Beast at all.
In fact, they were living like a husband and wife. This is partly what bothered her. They had not, in fact, been married. Yet, she was like his wife. Only, Beast insisted that being his wife meant something more than this. It meant her making a choice. But did it? He kept insisting she had a choice, when there really wasn’t
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