Owning the Beast(4)

“Take the underwear off as well,” I rasped out. I didn’t realize how chocked up I got just from looking at her.

Annabella unhooked her bra silently and let it hit the floor. Her breasts were perky and ripe, her dark pink nipples hard and erect. My mouth began to water. I was going to enjoy this more than anything I could imagine. Bending over, she slid her underwear off awkwardly, and I couldn’t help but wonder if her unpracticed skill was yet another act. When she straightened back up, I took in my fill of her *. Smooth and free of hair, I couldn’t wait to get inside her. It’s been a long while since my cock had been inside the warm sheath of a woman’s body, but something about this beauty standing in front of me has me aching like never before.

I pulled my eyes away from between her legs as she turned to climb onto the bed. I let out a groan at the sight of her round ass. It was curvy like her hips and had that unbelievable sexy cup where her ass met her legs. An ass like that belongs in a goddamn shrine. I’d definitely be f*cking her doggy-style tonight. And if we had time before she took off, I might even try and get inside her ass. I hadn’t done that with anyone from the agency before, but surely it’s on the menu?

Climbing onto the bed, Annabella laid down in the middle. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I made quick work of my clothes. Pulling off my dress shirt and slacks, I threw them haphazardly behind me before walking over to the side of the bed and tugging my boxer briefs down. I could feel Annabella’s gaze on me and I knew she only saw my scars. They started from the right side of my face and continued down to my right arm and torso. I felt her gaze land on my dick.

“Looks like the girls forgot to tell you about something else as well.”

My cock is big. I know it is. I’ve scared away enough of them to know that not all women believe that “bigger is better”.

“Please, Mr. Stone. I’m…I’m… I don’t have any experience, and you look so big and angry.”

I smirked. If this was the role she wanted to assume tonight, I was more than willing to play along.

“So you’re the innocent virgin and I’m the big, bad wolf who is here to take you, eh? Is that scene we’re acting out tonight? That’ll work well since I can’t wait to eat you up, my dear. And you can cut the ‘Mr. Stone’ shit. It makes me sound like my grandfather.”

Climbing onto the bed, I made way between her legs, grabbing her ankles and jerking them apart roughly. I needed to see all of her.

I never, ever went down on any of the women from the agency before. I felt that it was fair since I had never asked them to go down on me either. Usually, I just got in a quick f*ck before they ran out of here as fast as they could.

I do not like the touch of others. It’s been years since I’ve had a woman who was not of a paid professional, and I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had placed my mouth on a cunt. But this delicate beauty—this angel who was laid out before me—had the most perfect * I’d ever seen. I ran the tip of my index finger down her soft, puffy lips, which were covered in a thin sheen of shiny dew that made my mouth water. Her scent was intoxicating. She smelt like sweet peaches and cream and I couldn’t stop myself from breathing her in. I stretched out on the bed and shouldered my way between her long, shapely legs, my hard cock pressed into the mattress and I began rocking my hips as I lowered my nose to her delicious *.

Taking a deep breath, I filled my lungs with her heady scent, feeling my eyes roll back in bliss. “Fuck. You smell good.” I felt her legs tensed as she tried to close them, but my wide shoulders forced her thighs to stay open for me. “Relax, Bella. I need this. I promise I’ll make it really good for you. But if I don’t bury my face in your sweet * right this second, I might just die.”

The moment her slick petals touched my lips, I ate it like I stole it. I felt as though I couldn’t get in close enough or quick enough. Wrapping my arms under her firm ass, I pulled her hips down, closer to my mouth. I needed her entire * in my mouth and her sweet nectar covering my face. I licked, sucked, nuzzled, and devoured every inch of her. I had this overwhelming fear that she’s going to take my treat from me and so I did everything I could to attach her * to me.

I heard her moans of pleasure as her hips tried to undulate to my chaotic rhythm. Feeling her run her fingers through my hair, I smiled, feeling her previous hesitancy being thrown out the window. Here was a woman driven by her pleasure and she was letting her body follow my lead.

Her cries were growing louder and I held her tighter to my mouth. Focusing on her clit, I sucked it into my mouth, caressing and flicking my tongue across the little button several times before finally biting down onto it lightly.

“Oh God!”

That did the trick. Her orgasm seized through her body, and she tightened her thighs, pushing her * further onto my mouth as she let out a loud moan while tugging on my hair as she grinded out her pleasure against me.

Leaving her sticky-sweet honey covering my face, I slid up her sinful body, prepared and ready to f*ck the life out of her. The urge to kiss her was there but I knew it was a line I couldn’t cross. The girls from the agency have a strict “no lips to the face” rule, which I had to abide by. Instead, I lowered my body on top of Annabella’s, using my forearms to support most of my weight before leaning down to nip at her ear. I was consumed with the need to sink into her silky warmth as soon as possible, but I also craved the intimacy, the closeness. I wanted more. I could feel the energy pulsing between us like a beat of a drum. Reaching down, I nudged my cock against her entrance.