I now had to wonder if he’d meant for more than tonight. What the hell was I getting myself into?
He thrust against me and his cock rubbed against my clit. I gripped his arms, holding on tight as he did it again. Shit. I didn’t care. If he wanted me tonight, tomorrow, the next week… as long as he made me feel like this, I’d stay as long as he wanted. Giving myself an orgasm with a toy was vastly different from having a flesh and blood man between my legs.
“Eric, I’m so close.”
“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me.”
I focused on his face, holding his gaze, as he rubbed his cock against me again. The friction against my clit was almost more than I could handle, and yet I wanted to ask for more. The first time I came, crying out his name and digging my nails into his arms, it felt like I broke into a million pieces and slowly came back together again. Way better than a vibrator. It was… there were no words. I’d thought I’d come before, but compared to what Beast had just done to me? No. What I’d experienced at my own hands paled in comparison.
He worked a hand between our bodies, and I felt him shove my shorts to the side right before his fingers brushed over my pussy. He growled again, nipping the side of my neck. “All this for me?”
“Yes! You know it is.”
“Shit, baby. Never had someone this wet before. I fucking love it.” He released me, leaning back. “Don’t move. I mean it, Lyssa.”
My heart thudded against my ribs as I left my hands above my head. He reached for my tank and worked it up over my breasts, then pulled it all the way off. Beast cupped the large mounds and brushed his thumbs over my nipples. Sparks shot straight from my breasts to my clit and I wondered why it felt so much more amazing when he touched me than when I did it myself.
“Beautiful. Fucking perfection.” He leaned down and nipped one breast, then the other before licking away the sting. The whiskers along his jaw scraped against my skin. I’d never understood a woman’s fascination with a man who had a beard, until now, and Beast didn’t even really have one. Just a few bristles from not shaving for a day or two. I wanted to beg him to rub the roughness against my nipples, but I bit my lip, holding the words back. I didn’t know what I could and couldn’t say. Having never been with a man, I wasn’t sure if he’d be offended if I asked for something.
He managed to get my shorts off me and shoved my thighs wide, looking his fill. I felt my cheeks warm. No one had ever seen me naked before. Farrah had tried talking me into getting waxed, but I’d balked at the idea. I’d trimmed, but now I wondered if I should have listened to her.
Beast settled between my thighs, his shoulders holding my legs open. The moment his tongue touched my clit, I started coming again. I couldn’t remember ever being this sensitive before. It felt like one orgasm rolled into another as he worked me with his lips and tongue.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged. I lost track of how many times he got me off. Each time, I thought, Maybe just one more. I could see how women could get addicted to having sex with men like Beast. I never wanted the pleasure to end.
He lapped at my clit before biting it gently, setting off another release. My vision blurred and I forgot to breathe. I felt the bed shift but couldn’t hear anything over the buzzing in my ears. Beast settled over me again. Before I could say anything, he thrust hard and deep, filling me up.
I cried out, my body tensing at the sudden intrusion. He was far larger than any toy I’d ever used and the sheer size of him made my pussy burn as I stretched to accommodate him. He bottomed out, the head of his cock kissing my cervix. The slight spike of pain made me clench down on him. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him it was too much, yet not wanting him to stop. The look in his eyes was intense, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held himself still.
“Should have known you’d be little everywhere,” he said. “So fucking tight. You