Chapter 38
CHAPTER 38
B ELLE
He’s gone for hours, and I drift off to sleep.
But it’s a restless sleep. My dreams are fractured and nonsensical. And again I feel the sensation of falling, falling, falling…
I cry out and burst into wakefulness and it takes me a moment to realize Beast has me in his strong arms and I am trembling and crying.
Slowly my dream drains away, and all I am aware of is the strength of Beast and his body as he holds me. He runs his palm down my damp hair, gently soothing me.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs against my hair. I feel like crying because I was so afraid, but now I’m not, and I know it’s because I feel safe with him, like nothing can touch me when his arms are wrapped around me.
“You were having another nightmare.”
I remember it. The shatter of glass. The sensation of falling. But this time I saw my mom. We were inside a car and she looked over her shoulder at me and I saw the fear and sadness in her eyes. It felt like she was apologizing to me. Saying goodbye.
I close my eyes and melt into Beast a little more. I can feel his heartbeat, a steady and comforting rhythm against my cheek, and it calms me until my breathing and pulse return to normal.
When he lets me go, I look up at him, and he wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. His touch is tender. His warmth comforting.
I reach for him and pull him closer, needing the solid wall of muscle that is his chest and shoulders, and all the fear recedes from my body.
I brush my lips to his ear. “I want you. All of you. Now.”
He pulls back to look at me, and his eyes search my face.
“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper.
Something flashes in his eyes before he crashes his lips to mine, and his kiss is searing and hot, and I’m done holding back.
I reach between us.
I feel the size of him against my palm, and dear God, I was right. He is huge. Really huge.
Excitement zips through me like lightning.
He stands and his eyes burn down on me as he undoes his belt buckle and slowly pulls the belt free.
Next to go are his jeans and then his underwear, and fuck…
His cock is so big I’m not sure how it’s going to fit.
I look up at him, at his cock , and lick my lips. It might not fit, but we’re going to have fun trying.
“I will take it slow,” Beast says, as if he can read my mind.
But I don’t want him to take it slow. I’m aching to know how it feels to have him inside me. I know it’s going to hurt, and I want it to. I want to feel his size stretch me, to make every thick inch sting with pleasure and pain as he pushes into me.
He crawls over me, the head of his cock trailing along my thighs as he bends down to kiss me.
I take him in my hand and he trembles at my touch, groaning against my lips as he takes the kiss deeper.
Everything throbs greedily.
“Please,” I beg.
“You need to be ready,” he says with a deep smoky voice. “Let me get your body ready so I don’t hurt you.”
“But I am ready,” I say, dragging his hand to my drenched pussy. My wetness coats his fingers and he groans, his giant cock flinching against his steel-cut abs.
“So wet,” he whispers. “But I’m going to make you even wetter so your juicy pussy will take my cock with no pain.”
I want to tell him there is no way my body is going to take something that big without pain.
But then he buries his face between my thighs, and the moment his velvety tongue hits my clit, my ability to form words vanishes.
Good God, he’s also a genius with his tongue.
He grips my thighs and my lashes flutter with every talented stroke.
It doesn’t take me long. All this touching and talk about giant cocks has had me teetering on the edge. It only takes a couple of swirls of his tongue around my clit to detonate my orgasm. It erupts outward, crashing over me with atomic force. I arch my back and cry out, my eyes rolling back in my head as I come.
I shudder against him, my legs trembling against the side of his head.
But he’s not done with me.
Apparently, one orgasm is not enough.
He moans and licks through my sensitive folds, brushing my clit with his nose as he penetrates me with one torturous push of his tongue after another. “I don’t want to hurt you. So I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to make you come again. Over and over, until you’re wet and soft and ready to take all of me.”
Orgasm number two takes a little longer. But three roars out of me with such force it makes me dizzy. I grab Beast’s face and force him to look up at me.
“Give me your cock,” I demand, wild and heady with ecstasy.
My thighs shake, my pussy convulses. Everything in me screams for him to fuck me.
Beast pushes up on his fists, his expression tight with barely contained desire.
I squirm restlessly, sensitive from my orgasms but throbbing with need.
On his knees, he takes his cock in his hand and nuzzles the creamy head against my entrance. It’s slick with precum and makes a suckling noise as he rubs it through the slick folds.
He pushes it in slightly, and the sting is delicious. Then he pulls out to swirl it around my aching clit again.
I’m ready to beg when he grips the base tightly and eases back into me, inch by slow inch, breaking me open and filling me so deep, my body cries out with the intrusion.
“Beast…” His name falls from my lips as he fills every inch of me.
He pulls back and then surges his hips forward and his cock slides in even deeper, and I gasp as pleasure and pain dance inside me.
“That’s it, little one. Take every inch.” His eyes gleam in the dull light. “Your sweet little pussy is so tight. So pink and perfect.”
Filled completely, I throb around him and he releases a rumbling groan, his cock pulsing against the walls of my pussy with pleasure.
He starts to fuck me with controlled thrusts. His groans are primal, and his big hands roam every hot inch of my body as his powerful hips rock into me with a relentless, blissful pace. He claims my mouth, and his kiss takes on a new fierceness, his tongue stroking deeply, his lips commanding mine.
Orgasm number four is born from the dance of pleasure and pain. It rises up from somewhere deep inside me and crashes over every inch of my body, a warm wave spreading through me like a firestorm.
I grip the bedsheets. Cry out his name. Tremble around his cock. God, this man is a master.
“Belle…” He wraps a big hand around my jaw and trails his lips up my throat. Fucking me through my orgasm.
Boneless, I sink into the mattress. I am tiny beneath him. And pliable. He moves my leg higher so it’s over his shoulder and the change of position hits different.
I teeter on the edge of number five.
Five.
“Beast.” I gasp. “This is too good…”
He groans and grinds deeper into me.
“Oh God.” I grasp the sheet.
Another groan. Another deep rumble in his chest. This one even more desperate. He’s about to come. His breathing quickens. His thrusts are deeper. Harder. Faster. I’m panting, feeling every stroke, every grind against my clit sending sensations shooting off everywhere. Suddenly he jerks to a stop and a roar rips out of him, primal and desperate, and my pussy is wrapped so tightly around his pounding cock I feel every pulse of his release into me.
His big hand grips my jaw harder, his fingertips digging into my skin as his orgasm crashes into him.
I lie beneath him, enraptured by the primal look on his face.
My fingers curl into his chest.
I’m suddenly feeling everything and it’s like a sensory overload. I want to cry and laugh, I want to hold him and kiss him some more, and fuck until I can’t walk.
And I want him to want it too.
What the fuck is happening to me?
This is supposed to be a business transaction.
A debt payment.
He looks down on my face.
“You didn’t come again,” His voice is husky. I look up and see his eyes are full of heat.
“I came plenty.”
“But you were almost there again.” His dark eyes hold mine, and I nod.
His hips stir against mine and my pussy convulses around his cock in appreciation.
His leans down and nuzzles his lips and nose to my throat, trailing his tongue up to my ear. “Do you want me to make you come again, Belle?”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly because he is slowly rocking his hips against mine and it is pure heaven. His cock is still hard inside me. His weight still blissfully blankets me.
“Squeeze my cock,” he rasps in my ear. And when I do, his cock flexes and he groans. “That’s it, little one. Squeeze hard. Just like that… Oh God… You’re such a good fucking girl.”
Pushing up on his big arms, he presses in deeper and grinds his pelvic bone against all the right spots, and God, it feels good.
Our eyes remain locked and glazed. I bite down on my lip. His strokes are deep and slow, exquisitely slow , and the heat in his eyes keeps my gaze pinned to his.
He’s going to make me come and he’s going to watch every inch of my face as he does.
“I want to feel you come on my cock again,” he rasps, lust rampant on his face. Because not only is he conjuring the mother of all orgasms in me, but a renewed arousal is building in him too. I can see it on his face. Hear it in the groans. Feel the thickness of his cock as it swells inside me.
“My cock feels so good inside you,” he moans, pressing harder, deeper. “Feel how hard you make me. You keep me hard… You and your sweet, sweet pussy. Feel that. See what you do to me, Belle… oh fuck .”
We rock slowly together. Our gazes fused. Our bodies talking to each other. Tension building. Pleasure peaking. And dear God, I’m going to come again so hard.
It hits with the force of a bomb, sweeping over me and gathering me up into its storm cloud and shooting me into outer space. This one different to the other four. This one comes from deep inside me.
“Oh God…” I cry out, exploding over his cock.
He holds my chin so I can’t look away and continues his pace. Deep. Slow. Deep. Slow. I come apart beneath him, my orgasm rolling out of me as if it might go on forever.
His pace increases. His breath quickens, and his intense eyes glaze over as he releases a thunderous growl and he slams to a halt. He roars out his pleasure as he fills me with powerful, throbbing streams of cum. Mesmerized by his raw beauty, I watch him, caught in his tight expression as ecstasy shimmers across his face.
When he comes back to himself, he drops his forehead to mine and caresses my jaw with his thumbs.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I murmur. “It was perfect.”
We lie quietly as our breaths slowly even out, and our heartbeats calm to a steady, tranquil beat.