Beast

by Jenika Snow

  Her pussy was already slick, and he watched his cock at her entrance. He stayed perfectly still even though her cunt was trying to suck him in. Beast was pleased with his restraint since all he wanted to do was fuck her like an animal and take what he wanted from her without any care for her own pleasure.

  You want her to enjoy it.

  You want her to beg.

  There was a shit load of things he wanted to do to her. Tonight wasn’t going to make all of those dreams come true, but they were a start. Reaching down her body, he wrapped her long hair around his fist, and jerked her head up. She released a gasp, and with his other hand, he slapped her ass.

  “You want my cock to slam deep inside you, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then beg me, Bridge. Tell me what you want, and how you want me to do it.” He gave a little wiggle, teasing her even more. “Let me hear you say those dirty words out loud. The words your little fiancé never heard. I bet he never pushed you this far, did he? Always taking what he wanted but never considering you.”

  “No, he didn’t.”

  Her response was a whisper, but he heard it. This was why he was determined to make this experience better for her. He was going to have her screaming his name, and begging for his dick, and she was going to love it.

  Beast was determined that she was going to fucking love his dick and want to ride, suck, and fuck it every single day.

  “Say it, baby, and you get this cock all to yourself.” He gripped his cock and pulled out of her tiny hole, stroking the tip across her clit. “All yours. It’ll belong to you, and no other pussy will ever know my cock again. Just you and you’ll have to satisfy my needs, whatever I want, wherever I want. If I want you to come and suck me off while I’m having a beer with the Brothers, you’ll do it.” He bumped her clit, making her cry out before placing the tip back at her entrance. “All you’ve got to do is tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck!” She screamed the curse. “I want your dick, Beast. I want you to slam it inside me and don’t stop. Give me what I’ve been missing all these years, and stop teasing me!”

  On her last word, Beast used the grip he had in her hair, and slammed forward, making her take every single inch of his dick, and he didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside her. Her cries of pleasure quickly turned to moans of pain when he didn’t hold anything back, giving her all of his dick. He held still as he hit the hilt inside her, and he kept hold of her hair.

  “I take it little old Rafe hasn’t got as big a dick as I have. You’d have been primed and ready for me by now, if he had.”

  “You did that on purpose,” she said.

  “Of course, I did. I like to make an entrance no matter where I go.” He kept hold of her hair and ran his hand across her smooth ass cheek. God, she was sexy as fuck, and he’d wanted inside her cunt for so long. Her pussy fluttered along the length of his cock, making him moan.

  His little stepsister was going to get fucked, and he was going to be the one to give her a proper dicking.

  Bridget should have known he wouldn’t be gentle. He was fucking huge; he’d shoved his cock deep inside her, and now she was trying to gain some sense over what was happening. Biting her lip, the coopery taste of blood filled her mouth.

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Rafe hadn’t been that big in the dick department. He’d been a dick, but hadn’t actually possessed anything as good as his fucked up personality.

  Beast was huge in every single department, and she gripped the sheet beneath her fist. She was so damn pleased that he couldn’t see her reaction to him. Her body was on fire for him, and she didn’t want it to end.

  “Tell me, baby. Who has the bigger cock?”

  She really wanted to roll her eyes, but thankfully, she refrained from doing it. What was it with men and comparing their size?

  “You’re bigger,” she said.

  He tugged on her hair, slapped her ass, pulled out of her only to plunge back inside her.

  “Your cream is coating my dick, Bridget. You been fantasizing about me being in this sweet pussy, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  What was the point in lying? Beast knew her body better than she did. She was at his mercy for whatever he wanted to do, and she couldn’t stop that, not matter how much she wanted to.

  Bridget had put her life in Beast’s hands, and she had no choice but to trust him with her life, with her body.

  He released her hair, and the strands fell around her in waves. She was pleased he didn’t have to see her face. Her humiliation would be complete after that. There’s no way she’d be able to look him in the eye with him knowing how much she loved his cock inside her.

  “Your pussy is squeezing me.” He ran his hands down her back to her ass, and he spread it. “Look at that pretty little asshole. It wants to be fucked, baby. You going to give me your ass after I fuck the shit out of this pussy?”

  She groaned as he rammed into her several thrusts, making it impossible for her to hold back her moans of pleasure. He was setting her body on fire even as she hated him in equal measure. She’d never known anything like it, but that was exactly what he was doing.

  Bridget wanted to hate him and fuck him at the same time. She wanted to get down and dirty so there was nothing left between them.

  He coated his fingers in more of her cream, dragged his finger to her anus, and started to tease it.

  “I’ve never been touched there,” she said, tensing up.

  Rafe had wanted to fuck her ass, but she could never bring herself to trust him enough with her ass. When he’d taken her virginity, it had been incredibly painful, and she’d not wanted to have sex again. It was only after he kept pressuring her, and promising that it would get better, that she’d had sex again.

  Looking back, she’d been a fucking idiot over that asshole. He had no right to pressure or force her into anything.

  He’s trying to kill you now.

  Pushing thoughts of her ex aside, she basked in Beast’s thick cock and skillful fingers.

  “I’ll take it easy; I’ll make sure you’re ready.”

  There was that man again, the one that seemed to have a gentle side even though he never showed it. Beast was like two different men. The monster he showed to the world and the gentleman he kept hidden from everyone else.

  Who was the real one?

  His slick fingers teased her ass, and he started to press inside her, fucking her long, and slow. He made her take all of his cock inside her, before sliding out. Beast filled her up, pounding deep, and then slowing his strokes, making her beg him to keep fucking her.

  He didn’t stop in his possession.

  Fingers pressed against her ass, and she fought him to stay out.

  “Relax, baby. It’s going to feel so good when I take your ass. You’re going to love it and beg me to take you again and again.” He leaned over her body, capturing her ear lobe and sucking it. “You know, Bridget, this is one of my fantasies come true: Your hot, full body underneath me, taking my cock. I’ve spent a lot of years fantasizing about what it would be like to get you beneath me, how I’d make you beg.”

  “Is the reality as good as the fantasy?” she asked.

  “A little bit. You see, Bridge, in my fantasy, you let go of all of your inhibitions. That door is closed. No one can see you, hear you, or witness how fucking dirty you are, and you are, baby. I see it in your eyes. You’re desperate to leg go, but you’re holding out on me, making it hard.” He thrust in and out of her. “Feel that. That’s what you do to me. That’s how damn hard you make me, and nothing you do is going to stop that. Let go. You’re being uptight right now, clenching your ass closed. Imagine what it will feel like when you let go, give yourself a chance to live, to feel.” He grabbed her chin and forced her to tilt her head to look at him. “You fucked a man and saw his father kill. You could be dead by now. If you died right this second, would you have any regrets?”

  Loads. She’d have loads
of regrets, a bag full of dreams, and enough regrets to sink a ship.

  “Then live your life like you’re about to die. We have one life, Bridge. One life and we have to make it count. No one really gives a fuck when we die. They mourn us, and after a time they go back to living their life, the life that waits them.”

  “Is that what you’re doing? Living a life without regret?”

  “I work hard, baby, and I play hard. My biggest regret was walking away from you and not waiting until you were old enough to claim you as my own. We’ve been dancing like this for a long time. It’s time to stop dancing and to start living this.”

  Chapter Eleven

  King sat at the table in the corner of the main room at the clubhouse, the bottle of Scotch in front of him, a joint between his lips, and his focus on the shit they’d been doing. In the next few days, they were heading out and tracking down that piece of shit Rafe, and making him suffer for hurting Beast’s stepsister. Although Bridget wasn’t King’s concern, she’d come to Beast for help, and she was his family in certain terms. Beast hated her being called his stepsister, but King and the other guys liked fucking with him and getting the big motherfucker all worked up.

  “What’s up, motherfucker?”

  King looked over at Payne, the club’s Prez. Payne took the seat across from King, stretched his arm over the back of his chair, and stared at King.

  Payne was a hardened man, one that didn’t let anyone fuck with him or the club. It wasn’t just because Payne knew how to hold his own; he’d gotten his club name because of the pain he liked to inflict on his enemies. Yeah, Payne was one sadistic bastard, torturing the men that fucked with him in brutal ways. If King hadn’t known the man nearly his whole life, he might have felt threatened by him, but as it was, King looked at Payne as his brother¸ as blood even.

  The tattoos on Payne’s arms and chest were visible, his voice a husky growl every time he spoke. Hell, the devil himself would probably piss his pants if he were up against a bastard like Payne.

  “I need some good pussy tonight. I need to fucking let loose before we do this shit with Rafe.

  King grunted. “Yeah, you and me both. But I don’t want to fuck any of these club whores. The guys have probably already gone a round with them, not to mention the prospects, too.”

  “Hell, as long as they’re clean and my cock is wrapped, I don’t give a shit if they they’ve been around.”

  Yeah, Payne was the type of man that fucked hard and lived harder. He lived each day as if it could be his last, and truth be told, for them it might very well be.

  “You think we’re ready for Rafe and this bullshit?”

  Payne’s jaw clenched before he glanced at King. “We don’t have a choice, Brother. We do this all the way through and leave none of those fuckers standing. That’s the only way we’re going to get through this with all our men standing.”

  Yeah, fight with your life, because if you don’t, you’ll be the one in the ground.

  Hours, they’d been fucking for hours, and despite Bridget being sore in all the right places, she wanted more. He’d only let her rest for a short time, and she’d even fallen asleep. She’d woken up to Beast licking her pussy and bringing her to another orgasm. But he’d stopped before she’d fallen into mindless bliss.

  Now here she was, on her hands and knees, waiting for the ass fucking to start. God, she’d never anticipated anything more than being with Beast.

  He lifted her ass, spanked her several times until the skin heated and her knees shook. Palms flat on the mattress and legs spread wide, she waited for him to dominate her further. Bridget closed her eyes when she felt his fingers skate over her slit to gather her cream. He’d finger fucked her ass when they’d first started, but he’d never actually shoved his cock into her, not until now.

  There was no tensing, no worries about what was going to happen next as he spread her juices over her anus. And then when he probed her hole, gently dipped his finger inside of her, she thought he’d fuck her then and there. But then he moved away from her just long enough to grab a bottle of lube from the dresser.

  “I want this hole nice and juicy for me, baby.”

  He was back behind her in second, had the slick lube coating her asshole, and then placed the crown of his dick at the lubed entrance.

  “Yeah, I’m going to fucking claim you so damn hard,” he seemed to say to himself.

  She didn’t respond, couldn’t. The sting of his hand coming into contact with her ass had her gasping once more. He spanked her harder this time. The pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure he’d just delivered.

  “Tell me you want my cock shoved deep in your ass.” His voice was dark, demanding.

  “Yes, Beast. Yes, I want to feel you in my ass.” She felt herself blush, not because she’d said the words, but because she’d meant them.

  “I’m so hard for you. Do you feel what you do to me?” He lifted off her back and she felt his erection slide across her ass crease.

  “Yes, I feel how hard you are,” she breathed out.

  And then he was slowly pushing all of his hard inches into her. Tears stung her eyes, and she started to feel the burn and stretch of being filled completely. It was like nothing she had ever felt, nothing she’d ever experienced.

  This isn’t anything you’ve ever experienced before.

  The sting of the tip of his cock popping through the tight ring of muscle had her squeezing her eyes shut.

  “That’s it, Bridge, baby. Take all of my cock.”

  When he was completely inside of her, he didn’t move, his balls pressed to her cunt, and his breathing harsh. Beast gripped the cheeks of her ass, digging his nails into the flesh. Finally, she pushed back against him, telling him without words she was ready for this, for everything he had to give her.

  “Fuck me, Beast.” She looked over her shoulder at him, surprised with herself for the things she was saying, doing.

  He growled and started moving in and out of her, and soon, something far more pleasing replaced the burn of pain. Each time he pushed into her, desire heightened. He reached in front of her and started rubbing her clit.

  “Fuck yeah, baby.”

  One thrust, two thrusts, and on the third one, he buried himself balls deep in her ass and cursed loudly. His language was crass and vile, but it reflected exactly who he was. She was letting a man that killed without remorse fuck her. But she loved it, god, how she loved it.

  He loosened his hands on her hips, and cursed as he gently pulled out of her. Instantly, she felt his cum slip from her ass and slide down her pussy. It was filthy, but in a good way.

  He lay down beside her, but he didn’t ignore her as she’d assumed. Instead, he rolled toward her, reached out to grab her hip, and pulled her right up against his body.

  She didn’t struggle away; she just let herself slip into an endorphin-filled sleep. Fighting Beast would have been pointless anyway. He was a man that took what he wanted, no matter what. And he’d taken her in every way tonight.

  And you loved every moment of it.

  Chapter Twelve

  Wow, for the first time in his adult life, Beast was actually sated. Bridget was curled up against him with her hand over his heart. She was fast asleep and looked cute as fuck. His cock twitched, ready to take her again. Beast had always known it was going to be like this with her.

  She’s so fucking addictive with her beautiful pussy and her tight ass.

  He’d claimed every single part of her, and he wanted to do it all over again. Instead of waking her up, he allowed her to sleep.

  What the fuck did you do, Bridget?

  In the quiet moments of the night, he allowed himself to worry. His woman had finally come to him, and she was at risk of getting them all killed. He didn’t know what to think. They could have had this fire between them all these years, and now their days were possibly numbered.

  She’d always been different compared to all of the other pussies he’d had. Bridget
actually meant something to him, she always had.

  They were fucked, and just thinking about Rafe, and the shit with Francis Cole Rodriguez was bad, really fucking bad. Reluctantly, he climbed out of the bed, and when Bridget started to make soft sounds, he placed his hand on her arm, pleased when she stilled.

  Yeah, you’re in it with her.

  Pussy whipped asshole.

  Still, he reached out, and moved her hair out of the way, stroking her cheek.

  “I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered.

  Forcing himself to move away, he grabbed some jeans and a shirt, tugged them up his thighs, and left his room. He grabbed his key and flicked the lock in place. The last thing he wanted was one of the club whores to visit or for Bridget to have a chance to escape. He knew she’d try to protect him by running, and that shit wasn’t happening. She was in his life now, and he wasn’t going to give her a chance to get away. Walking down the long corridor, he listened to the sounds of feminine screams and moans. The club was alive with sex and drugs. He loved being part of the club life.

  You love being with Bridget more.

  Shutting off the thought, he made his way down to find King and Payne talking to each other. They looked up at him and smirked.

  “You look like you’ve been happily fucked.”

  “I have and then some.”

  “Who thought stepsisters could be so damn insatiable,” King said.

  “Stop calling her that.”

  King flipped him off and grinned.

  “Insatiable is a pretty big word for you. I didn’t know you could fucking read.”

  King burst out laughing. “It’s one of those many traits I like to keep to myself.” King blew him a kiss, and Beast sat back after grabbing one of the beer bottles, taking a sip, but grinning.

  “She said anything?” Payne asked, nodding his head up toward the main rooms.

  “Not much. She got led down the wrong path, didn’t have a clue she was involved with some bad shit.”

  “You believe her?”