Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(12)

He tightened his hold on her hair until pain and pleasure coalesced as one.

She moaned.

“Yeah, baby, make those little noises, let me know how much you fucking like this. I know your cunt is all nice and juicy right now for me, isn’t it?”

A gush of wetness left her pussy, soaking her inner thighs.

“Suck me.” He pulled her head forward another inch until the slick tip of his cock brushed along her bottom lip, smearing his pre-cum along the swell.

She opened her mouth and sucked him in. She was desperate for him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned the words out. He tightened his hold on her hair so hard her eyes watered, but her pussy creamed more.

“Lick the underside and make me cum, swallow it all.”

The salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her tongue, slipped down her throat, and she eagerly swallowed it. She wanted more. The need to have the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag because he was so big, consumed her and had her mouth fucking him. God, she really was his submissive in every way.

Curling her nails into his firm, muscular flesh, she started sucking harder, but he pushed her away hard enough she fell back on her ass, her legs spread wide. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, hauling her up.

She gasped when he tightened his hand on her wrists. The pain was immediate, intense, and controlling, but the pleasure that followed had her moaning for more.

“I want to fuck you.” He pulled her toward him, so hard she slammed into his chest. “As much as I want you to suck my cock until I come, I need to feel that tight pussy of yours. But I need to see my mark on your ass before I shove my big dick into your body.”

He moved her hands behind her back, holding them at the base of her spine as he kissed her, fucking her mouth with his lips and tongue.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groaned and kissed her harder this time for a second before breaking away. “Turn around so I can spank that big, sweet ass of yours.”

She did as he ordered, waiting for the pleasure and pain to merge.

He didn’t make her wait.

Beast brought the belt down on her ass and upper thighs, over and over again until the tears tracked down her cheeks and she was gasping at the intensity of it all.

“Yeah. Fuck yes,” he kept saying behind her.

Her ass felt sore, hot, and she knew there would be bruises tomorrow, delicious black and blue marks that would remind her what she’d done tonight.

And then he grabbed a chunk of her hair, turned her around, tossed the belt on the floor, and kissed her hard. He had his hand between her thighs, stroking her, finger fucking her, and making her so damn needy she was mindless for him.

“Your pussy is so damn wet for me, soaking my damn hand.” Beast continued to stroke her clit back and forth, rubbed the bud until she whimpered from the pleasure, the sensitivity. He was merciless, demanding, and as he continued to kiss her, touch her, hold her in submission, she let him control her because it was what she wanted, what she craved.

He started pressing his cock into her belly, dry humping her, spreading his slick pre-cum all over her skin, as if marking her as his.

She panted, breathing out hard, unable to catch her breath. But she wanted more, so much more.

“I’m going to have your body filled with my cum, have it spilling out of your pussy and sliding down your thighs when I’m finished with you.” He was so hard and unrelenting as he pressed his dick into her body.

He moved his hand from between their bodies and smeared her pussy cream on her lips.

“Taste yourself. Tell me how good you are.”

She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the musky but slightly sweet flavor of herself. Beast kissed her again, licking at her lips, sucking off the rest of the cream she’d missed.

He pulled back and stared into her face for a suspended moment. “I’m going to fuck you so good and hard, baby.”

“Yes,” she found herself saying, as if she were someone else right now.

“You’re mine, Bridge.”

She nodded.

“Touch your cunt, see how aroused you are for me, and rub it while I watch.” He stepped back and grabbed the base of his shaft, stroking himself lazily while he waited for her to comply.

Placing her hand between her legs, she felt how slippery her pussy was. She started moving her fingers up and down her slit.

“Fuck yeah, Bridge.” He continued to stroke himself.

She panted and started rubbing herself harder, faster, making her clit tingle, throb. Bridget was so aroused and on the verge of coming. She removed her fingers from her pussy, but he gave a hard growl of disapproval.

“You don’t stop touching yourself until I say so, Bridge.”

She placed her hand between her thighs again and rubbed her clit fast and hard, watching him the whole time, and felt her climax start to rise.

He stopped stroking himself and moved closer to her, circled her body, and then she closed her eyes when he stood still behind her.

“You ready for me, for me to fuck you?”

She still had her hand between her thighs and nodded.

“Don’t come, not until I give you permission.”

He was breathing heavily behind her, matching her own. Sweat lined her forehead as she continued to touch herself, feeling her climax rise.

“Stop touching yourself, Bridge. It’s time for you to be mine in all ways.”