Loved by a Beast - Miranda Bridges Page 0,59
of ecstasy, submerged to the point of being incoherent. With my head back, I cry out as my body trembles over and over.
Before I’ve recovered, Jaxar lifts me straight off the chair and sets me down. My knees buckle, and his hold keeps me upright as I try to get my feet underneath me. Which would be a lot easier to do if my wrists weren’t still bound.
“Are you going to untie me?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer me, choosing instead to rake his claws through my clothing in typical Jaxar fashion. The shredded material hits the floor, the sound barely heard as he palms my breasts. They easily fill his large hands, and I drop my gaze to watch him caress them with a reverence that contradicts the hunger in his eyes.
“These will give life to my son,” he says softly. “They will be mine again someday.” Then he cups my sex, and I suck in a breath as my swollen clit throbs against his hand. “But this is mine. Mine to taste, to touch, and to fuck.”
I stand there, panting with my nipples puckered and my sex damp. The anticipation of what he’s going to do to me has my skin buzzing like a live wire, and when he turns me around, my heart rate accelerates to an almost dangerous level. He adjusts my hair so that it’s free of my back, resting on my shoulder, and then he grips the nape of my neck. Very slowly he presses me down so that I’m bent over with my wrists still resting on the small of my back. I hang my head, my hair surrounding me like a curtain, which hides my flush when he traces my spine with his fingers. He continues lower, following the curve of my ass to stop between my thighs.
“Open for me.”
I follow his command without hesitation and am rewarded with him sliding two fingers into my sex. My eyelids flutter as he works me from the inside while keeping me from falling by holding on to the leather tie around my wrists. Just as I’m about to come, he withdraws, and a groan of frustration pours from me, making him chuckle.
“My mate’s cunt is so greedy,” he whispers, his lips brushing the middle of my back.
Jaxar shifts, and I nearly weep the second his cock grazes my entrance. With one hand on my hip and the other clutching the leather tie, he slowly glides into me. Inch by inch, he fills me until he’s all the way in, buried to the hilt, and I’m no longer able to keep from moaning.
“Hold on, wife. We’re going to see how much you can actually handle.”
And with that, he pulls out to thrust into me so forcefully that only his hold on my bindings keeps me from pitching forward. Over and over he slams into me from behind, making my breasts sway and my sex clench. There’s a strain on my shoulders as he tugs on my wrists, but the pain of it only heightens my experience. Mumbled, indistinct words spill from my lips as I take him into my body, absorbing the ferocity of his thrusts.
This wild abandon from him sets me free as well. His tail flicks my clit, and then I’m coming harder than I ever have, my lips parted on a silent scream. Jaxar’s cock thickens to the point that I don’t think I can take it, but then he’s bellowing my name and pouring into me.
In the aftermath of this, my legs shake so badly that he quickly pulls out of me and scoops me into his arms. Like my bones are made of liquid, I lie in his hold with my eyes closed and my head lolling against his chest.
The cool furs cushion my stomach and legs as he sets me on the bed. I sigh at the pleasure of it, more than ready to pass out, not caring in the slightest that I’m still bound. The mattress dips as Jaxar joins me, followed by him gripping my ankles and spreading my legs.
“Is my mate’s cunt still greedy?” he asks, circling my entrance with the head of his erection. When I moan quietly, he laughs, the sound making me aroused. “I love seeing you restrained and begging for my cock.”
He lifts my hips, and I brace myself as soon as I feel him against me. His thrust is so fast and full of power that my breathing halts. Then I suck