Beautiful Beast - Page 120

I push her legs up by her head and get into a push-up position, my hips like a piston while I grind my abs against her clit.

“How am I going to come again?” Belle moans. “Oh, fuck. It aches, and I’m so swollen and sore. I can’t… Please, no.”

She comes so hard that my cock jumps, and I’m only going to be able to handle one more.

I stop moving inside her because I’m about to shoot like a canon. But her body is still clenching around me and trying to coax the cum out of my cock.

It’s only when she stills that I start to move again, leaning down to kiss her throat, neck, and collarbone.

“Adam, I seriously can’t move,” she moans. “Please, I…”

“You don’t have to move,” I reply. “Just lay there and fucking take it, Belle.”

“I can’t! I can’t come again. It fucking hurts. Jesus. I can’t!”

Even if she begs me to stop, I won’t. I’m taking every fucking bit of pleasure and desire this woman has inside her and keeping it for myself.

Fuck her comment about other guys.

She will be lying boneless in my arms when I’m done with her, not able to move let alone even think about another dick.

I drop a hand to circle the hard bud of need at the apex of her thighs and use my other hand to roll her nipples.

It’s too much for her, and her head thrashes from side-to-side before pressing so hard into the pillow that it’s like she’s trying to escape.

But there’s no way out.

I fuck her so hard that when I dip my head to kiss her, she clings to me and screams into my mouth as her body does exactly what she just said it couldn’t.

My name is the one her pretty mouth keeps repeating.

My dick is the only one that will ever be buried in her sexy heat.

My touch is all that her body will ever crave.

She is mine.

All fucking mine.

And I’m saying the word right against the shell of her ear as she shakes violently underneath me.

In stark contrast to what my body is taking from her, she cups my jaw and looks at me with so much love and devotion. When she has yet another orgasm, I am fucking done.

My loud, rumbling groans mix with her needy moans, our lips vibrating as they crash together, both of us lost to the sensations.

I have the foresight to reverse our positions before collapsing, pulling her on top of me with my cock still inside her.

My muscles should be loose and limber, but I’m still full of tension. She must be able to feel it because she lifts her head and looks at me uncertainly.

“Do you still want me, Belle?” I ask.

Tenderness crosses her face and my princess is officially back in the building. “I refuse to let you be alone, and I love every broken piece of you. We have one precious life, and I’m spending mine with you.”

“I won’t fuck up again. I promise.”

Being alone is the easiest choice in life and maybe the smartest. When people get close, you’re so open to being hurt.

The thing about being happy is that you have so much to lose.