by Sam Crescent
They were alone, in his library, and she held a book that suddenly felt like fire within her grasp.
“I…”
“It’s okay to be curious. What do you like?” he asked.
She stared down at the book, and he moved her so that her back was to him. She wasn’t able to see his face, which unnerved her a little.
“You like seeing a man take his cock into his hand.”
“It’s a beautiful drawing,” she said.
“This is more than a drawing, Hope. It’s a temptation. Don’t you see that?” He reached out as she held both hardback covers, and he turned the page. It was hard for her to not gasp. That same cock was seen running through the lips of a woman’s pussy. “Our bodies are made for fucking. These are just pages, giving a glimpse of the real thing.”
She closed the book up, not even wanting to deal with that temptation, and slid it back into its spot. Her emotions were all over the place because all she could think about was a cock sliding inside a woman’s pussy as perfectly as that book did in that space.
When she turned around again, Beast was close. He placed one hand on the books beside her head along with the other one, staring down at her, trapping her against his hard body and the books. She didn’t mind at all.
In fact, there was nowhere else she’d rather be.
“You’re a curious little thing.”
“What more is there to be?” she asked, tilting her head back, staring at him. She couldn’t look away, nor did she want to. With how close he was, she wondered if he was going to kiss her. His body was so close to hers, and she didn’t want him to back away. She craved his touch.
They were the only two people in the world as far as she was concerned. Anything could happen.
Her gaze went to his lips, and she bit her own. What would it feel like to have his mouth on hers, to take what he wanted without any thought from her?
No one had ever kissed her before, and she’d never wanted anyone’s kiss. Slowly, she placed her hands on his chest.
He was rock-solid, and she’d seen the gym that he kept near the pool house at the bottom of the garden. She had yet to see him work out in it, but that didn’t matter.
“You’re playing with fire, Hope.”
“I don’t care.” She didn’t have the first clue what she was doing, only that she couldn’t stop herself as she stepped close, bringing her body to his, finally feeling him against her.
One of his hands fisted inside her hair, tugging on the length, making her gasp as he pulled her head back. She didn’t look away, nor was she afraid. Something told her that Beast couldn’t hurt her.
His other hand still rested on the bookcases behind her. The angle that he held her meant her body was in full contact with him, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach.
“You have no idea what you’re doing.”
“Then teach me, Beast. Teach me what I’m doing.”
Slowly, she drew one hand down, cupping his cock. This was the most blatant she’d ever been in her life. She didn’t have a clue what to do, but it was like she was running on instinct, and that alone charged her actions, making it hard for her to think past anything else.
She gasped as his lips crashed against hers, pressing her against the bookcase, making her moan and ache all over just with the power of his kiss. Wrapping her arms around him, she never wanted to let him go, and refused to give him up. His cock pressed urgently against her pussy, and she cried out, needing everything he could give her, and more. There wasn’t a second that went by that she didn’t want more.
There was no fear, just need.
Her pussy was on fire, her nipples rock hard, begging for his touch, and for more.
Beast shoved her against the bookcases, taking both of her hands and holding them above her head, keeping her trapped as he kissed her.
His tongue trailed across her lips, and she closed her eyes. When she opened her lips, he plunged inside, and she tasted the coffee on his breath.
“You taste so fucking good. I bet every single part of you tastes like perfection.”
One of his hands let go of her wrist, and a finger trailed down her arm, across her breasts, toward her pussy.
“You want me to teach you?” he asked.
“Yes.” She didn’t have a clue what was happening right now, but she didn’t want it to stop.
“Friday night, come to my room. Dwayne’s away for the weekend. We’ll have the whole house to ourselves, and cancel your shift at the diner. You’ll belong to me.”
Before she could ask any questions, he was gone.
****
The rest of the week went by without any event whatsoever. Beast often contemplated what the fuck he was doing. He watched Hope from afar, seeing the way she turned toward him. Her curious eyes always drove him crazy, wanting to know more. What was she thinking half the time that she stared at him? He honestly didn’t know. There were times he caught her in the library staring at that same book, which gripped her attention. Each time, it made his damn cock thick imagining her spread on his bed, begging for his cock.
“You know, she’s a strange one,” Dwayne said, shoving a few of his bags in the car. Caleb was taking him out camping for the weekend, which was more than fine with Beast. “No one understands her.”
Out of the two of them, Caleb liked to get back to nature. It seemed to balance him between the monster he became to the outside world.
“No man is ever supposed to understand a woman, Dwayne. That’s the point of them being different.”
Dwayne laughed. “Yeah, but she’s more than that, and it scares a lot of people at school.” He shrugged. “You sure you don’t want to take her with us?”
Beast glanced back at the house and saw she was standing in the library. When she caught them both looking, she held her hand up, giving them a wave.
“I’m sure.”
Keeping control of his patience, he waited for Dwayne and Caleb to both be gone before he headed back into the house.
There was no soldier in sight, as he’d asked them to keep a perimeter outside. He didn’t want any interruptions this evening.
She stood at the top of the open staircase, and he caught sight of the ankle-length skirt she wore. She also had on a shirt. Even as she covered every inch of skin, he knew the curves of her body, how big her tits were as they strained against the buttons holding them together.
The skirt dipped in at her waist, highlighting her hips and thighs.
It wouldn’t be long before he had them wrapped around him.
Neither of them spoke as he grabbed hold of the banister and began to make his way toward her. With each step he took, he imagined her backing out, telling him she’d changed her mind.
She didn’t say a word even as he climbed the last step, closing that distance between them. He’d not spoken to her since their conversation in the library, nor had he shared a meal with her. In fact, he’d purposely left her alone to see how she could handle what was going on between them, and if she’d back out.
Taking her hand, without a word he made his way back to where their rooms were. Once outside his door, he pressed her against it, cupping her cheek, running his thumb across her lip.
“I’ve not brought a woman here before,” he said, finally breaking through the silence. “I never bring women here.”
She nodded.
“Do you want to come into my room?” he asked. “Before you answer that I want to warn you. I don’t always play nice. I’m not a nice person, Hope. Don’t think this is more than sex. It’s not.”
“I’m not asking for anything else, Beast. I’m not wearing my heart on my sleeve. I’m not sticking around, remember? This isn’t going to change that.”
“Good girl.” He opened the door. Reaching in, he flicked the light on and closed it behind him.
His room was basic. The layout was the exact same as hers, only his bed was a little larger and more rounded as he liked plen
ty of space when he slept. His sheets were black silk, and the walls pure white.
He didn’t need anything more than a bed and doors which opened, leading onto a veranda where he could overlook the garden.
She spun in a circle, taking in everything.
Finally, her gaze returned to him. Removing his jacket, he placed it on one of the chairs he had in his room.
“Strip.”
“You’re not big on romance.”
“I’m not going to have you believing shit that doesn’t exist.”
“You don’t think romance exists?”
“I know it doesn’t.”
“Then you’ve not been around the right people. You love Dwayne.”
He stared at her. “I never said I love him.”
“But you take care of him. You always make sure he’s okay.”
“That’s not love. It’s obligation.”
She smiled. “Okay.” He was sure that wasn’t really okay. Her gaze remained on him as she began to open the buttons of her shirt. “Are you trying to scare me off?”
“No.” He wasn’t. Tugging his own shirt off, he advanced toward her, halting her progress, realizing that he wanted to be the one to take her clothes off.
He took charge, opening the buttons of her shirt and moving the fabric down her arms. The simple white bra lace against her skin reminded him that she was new to all of this, that she could believe in hearts, flowers, and all the crap the rest of the world wanted to believe.
“I’m not running,” she said.
“That’s your mistake, but now I’m not going to let you go.” Cupping her face, he slammed his lips down on hers, tasting her once again. She touched his hips, and he pulled her against him, needing her close.
The bra covering her tits was an obstruction he didn’t want. With a single snap of the strap, he had it undone, and her tits fell free. Cupping the mounds, he relished her cries, wanting them to never stop.
Kissing down her neck, he held her still, watching as her head tilted back just a little, her mouth opening slightly on a gasp as her eyes closed.
Running his thumb across her lips, he slipped it inside her mouth and moaned as she sucked him.
He shouldn’t be here, not with her, but no matter what he said, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
Staring at her virgin tits, he flicked the tip of a large red nipple. Sucking her into his mouth, he heard her gasp and rushed moan. Smiling against her skin, he used his teeth, and she cried out his name.
The sound of his name from her lips brought a rush straight to his cock.
Sliding his tongue between the valley of her tits, he took her other breast, giving it the same attention as he’d given the first one.
His dick pressed against the front of his pants, begging to be released. He was so fucking aroused. All he wanted was to put her down on the bed, spread her thighs, and fuck her hard. He didn’t do that.
Taking his time, he released her face and touched the button holding her skirt in place. In quick movements, her skirt was on the floor, and she stood in a pair of plain white panties. So virginal, so out of place in his room, and yet so tempting that he couldn’t look away.
She was perfection, and she fired his blood.
Stepping back, he kicked off his shoes, removing his pants, being careful not to hurt his swelling dick.
The boxer briefs remained on, and he stepped up toward her once again. She was panting, and he noticed that she tried to cover herself.
“Don’t ever hide your body from me,” he said.
“I’m not perfect.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think.”
“I’m fat.”
He couldn’t help what he did next. Pushing her down on the bed so that her ass was up in the air, he slapped each juicy cheek, watching as her skin blushed beneath his touch. It was so fucking addictive he did it again for good measure.
Beast moved right behind her so that his cock pressed against her ass cheeks, their underwear keeping them both safe from each other for the time being. He didn’t want to rush in taking her virginity.
Leaning over her, he took hold of her hands, pressing them down on the bed so that she was trapped underneath him. She squirmed, and he loved feeling her wriggle.
“Don’t ever call yourself fat in my company. I have no problem spanking that hot ass.”
“I’m not perfect. I have wiggly bits.”
He chuckled, rubbing his shaft against her flesh. “Does this feel like I give a shit about wiggly bits, baby? I don’t. You ever call yourself shit again, and I swear there will be consequences.”
Chapter Six
Hope stayed still as Beast continued to pin her down on the bed. She loved his spanks, the words of warning that rolled off his tongue, commanding her to do as she was told. Her weight had been an issue with so many people, and yet he’d been so pissed off that she’d been nervous around him. She liked that. She liked his attention, and the way he seemed to know exactly what she was feeling.
“I like your curves, baby. Your weight means that you won’t break in my arms.”
Even his threats aroused her.
I’m crazy.
She didn’t care.
From the moment he’d begun his journey walking up those steps, her body had been on fire, and she didn’t want to put it out, not now, not ever.
Slowly, he pulled away from her, and she missed his touch, not that she had to wait long for him to take her once again.
He flipped her over, and she stared up at him. Her breasts were naked, and the only piece of material protecting her was that of her panties between her thighs.
His fingers landed on her hip, and he stroked across her stomach. The tips of his fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, making her ache for more of his touch.
“These are pretty, but I really prefer you without them.” He snapped them off her. The sheer force of his strength surprised her as he took charge, getting rid of the fabric as he tossed it onto the floor. “Now that is so much better, and so very pretty.” His fingers stroked across the fine hairs of her pussy. “I’m a man that likes to know he’s fucking a woman, so don’t go waxing or doing any of that porn star shit that women seem to think men like. Some men may like it, not me.”
“O-kay.”
He smiled. “Do I make you nervous?”
“I think you make everyone nervous.”
“I do. It’s nice to know you’re finally paying attention.”
“I think you do it for fun though. You like to make people afraid of you.”
“Fear keeps a lot of people in check. Fear of the unknown, and what crazy shit people can do.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Then you’re crazy, because you should be.” He sank down to the floor, and she watched as he spread her thighs open. “Look at this very wet pussy. You’ve been thinking some wicked thoughts. I hope they’re all about me. I don’t like sharing.”
There wasn’t anyone else she could want. He opened the lips of her pussy, and she went to her elbows so that she could see him clearer.
“No man has tasted this?” he asked.
She shook her head.
Hope cried out as his tongue latched onto her clit, sucking it inside. The pleasure was instant, and she collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he took her pussy. He slid his tongue over and across, sucking and licking.
He touched over her entrance but didn’t penetrate, gliding up to take her clit into his mouth, sucking it in deep again.
“You’re so wet. So desperate.” His hands moved to her hips, holding her down as he continued the pleasure of her pussy. She didn’t know what to do, and there was no way for her to fight the feelings he inspired. His touch took it to a whole new level, and she knew without a doubt that she was about to come. It wasn’t slow either. One second his touch felt so good, the next almost unbearable as her orgasm rushed over her body.
She screamed his na
me, and he teased her clit.
There was no way she could take much more, and it wasn’t long before she begged him to stop.
He finally relented, releasing her clit and landing a kiss to her hip.
“Was that your first orgasm?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You’ve never tried to touch yourself?”
“I’ve touched myself. I’ve just never … completed.”
“Thank you.” He pressed another kiss to her hip.
When he stood up, she couldn’t just lie there waiting, so she moved up his bed, sitting against the pillows and watching as he went to a stereo. Soft, melodious music filled the air.
She liked the classical music most of all. It helped to relax her.
Beast wasn’t done though. He removed his boxer briefs, and she caught her first real sight of a man, and boy, was he a man.
His cock was long and hard.
He was big though, not that she’d seen anyone to compare him to, but he looked … painful. Like he wouldn’t fit inside her, or if he tried it was going to hurt.
Remember sex ed. No one’s too big.
Just uncomfortable.
He wrapped his fingers around the length, but he didn’t dive on the bed and take her hand. She watched, unable to form any kind of words as he pulled a condom out of his bedside drawer.
“Are you on the pill?”
She shook her head.
“I’m clean, but I don’t want to risk pregnancy.” She watched as he tore into the condom and began to lower it over his shaft.
When his knees hit the bed, she tensed up. She couldn’t help it.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t.” She lay down on the bed. “I want this.”
He lay out beside her, his hand resting on her stomach, and once again she was confused. He didn’t do love or romance, and yet his very actions said the complete opposite.
If he didn’t believe in romance, wouldn’t he just fuck her and get it over with?
She didn’t know enough to judge, only what she imagined, and that wasn’t a whole lot. This was confusing to her.
“Talk to me.”