Page 65 of The Beast
My head falls back and I look at him, desire and a flutter of nervousness filling every inch of me. He looks down into my eyes with a smug expression.
“You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”
My breath catches in my throat. “You keep saying that. But I’m obviously not. You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I don’t ever lie.” He skims his lips along my throat and my eyes flutter closed for the briefest moment. “I don’t have to, Ella. You’re naïve and innocent and right here, waiting for me to touch you. I have imagined this moment a hundred times already. And I’m about to wring every bit of pleasure from your body, every last fucking drop.”
My eyes widen. My heart beats fast under his clever fingers. “You are?”
“Oh, sweetheart. I can’t wait until I am buried so deep inside you that you forget your own name. I want you to drain every drop of cum from my body. But we should start at the very beginning of things, don’t you think?”
Keir runs his fingertips down my collar and looks into my eyes, his gaze intense and direct and probing. Keir’s eyes devour me, threatening to do dirty things. And I just have to give in and let him take me.
“Jesus,” he swears. “You are so fucking hot, Ella.”
I blush and struggle not to cover myself. He pushes my hands away.
“No. This is hardly the time for modesty. We’re in the middle of the woods in rural Scotland. This is the time to be as wild as you could possibly dream, sweetheart. Now come sit on my lap and grind on me.”
A blush sweeps my cheeks. My heart is pounding out of control. Keir is right though… This is my chance to let this man make me feel things I’ve never felt before. The thought of the ecstasy that I will feel edges out my nervousness and makes me feel bold.
I straddle his lap, my breath leaving me in a sharp huff. “Keir…”
“Shh.” He lifts his hips and grinds into my ass.
Instantly, I know exactly what fucking him will be like. My whole body goes taut, my nerve endings tingle, my pussy spasms.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
He kisses me and guides my hips, pressing my lower body down onto his cloth-covered cock. My mouth opens and I throw my head back. I clamp down on his lap and ride it for a minute, teasing him by putting my hands flat on either side of his head.
“Relax,” I whisper, lifting and lowering my hips. “Let me take the reins for a minute.”
I slide down a little closer to him. He shifts and his cock pops up between us, long and thick. Rocking my hips, I bump it a few times.
“Tease,” he accuses. He moves again so that his cock settles against the seam of my pussy.
I rock my hips again, stopping when my movement brushes the hard tip of his cock against my clit. A very soft moan pops out of my mouth.
His eyes sparkle with a dark kind of amusement. He readjusts his grip on my waist and thrusts his hips up. His enormous cock brushes that same spot again.
I whimper. My face reddens. I splay my hands out across his chest.
His lips twitch. He stops moving suddenly.
“You know what I want?” he asks.
I swallow, shaking my head slowly. “No.”
“I want you to touch your clit while you ride my lap.” He grabs my hips and picks me up, sliding his shorts down his thighs. His eyes shimmer with lust.
My throat works. “I—“
He drops me and my ass lands on his hairy thighs. We are skin to skin now, his cock pressing against my ass. My heart is thumping against my ribs. My eyes are open wide, my lips parted.
“Play with your pussy,” he growls, looking up at me. “Show me how you like to be touched, sweetheart.”
Oh god. Am I really going to do this? It feels naughty, but oh so good at the same time…