Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... powerful and so accepted. She's cumming so fast and hard I can barely tell the difference in when she is and isn't. She's so out of control that all the control in the situation is mine. And I'm fucking her hard, so deep that I'm slamming against her bruised ass, grabbing her waist...

This is the type of sex I only dreamed about before, where I'm on the verge of my own orgasm the entire time because she's squeezing down on me so hard and her hot wet little cunt is the perfect fit around my cock. I might lose my goddamn mind over how exquisite this feels. I don't notice my own low guttural moans until I hear them. So hard that it must hurt her, and yet she's moans and shrieking under me, through the most brutal fuck we've had yet. So good that I feel myself, for a second, float away, almost out of my body with pleasure, before slamming back into myself. I hear her scream in rapture, and it's so loud that it hurts my ears. And I can't hold back any longer, as I quicken inside of her. She's pulsing and tightening her pussy around me in a rhythm that matches my frenzied thrusts. No, it's better than the kind of thing I've ever fantasized about, even my balls are soaked with her cum, and I finally spasm and spill over into her, groaning, exhausted. But she doesn't finish with me, so I pull out, and thrust two fingers into her, hitting one of those ridged little areas deep inside her, one of those spots that she likes, and I feel her quiver and stiffen in my arms as she orgasms ...

... again with a low shriek. I roll off of her, and she's on her stomach because her back is full of needles. We're too exhausted to say anything for what feels like a small forever. We're sprawled, limbs akimbo, on the hard hallway floor. And that feeling of acceptance even when I'm using her and being an ass, of being loved, and feeling so close and connected, it's better than I ever imagined it could be. She crawls back into my arms. "That was, like,sogood."

"Yeah, kitten, you enjoyed it?" I'm still catching my breath.

"Mm-hmm.

"What did you do there at the end?"

"I squeeze back on you, sort of like a top to bottom kegel, tightening my muscles on you to time them with your thrusting. Since you were using me. You liked it?"

I groan. She'd be the sexual death of me. "Yeah, very much."

She props her small chin on her hand. Her hair is falling over her face, that special post-sex messy hair thing. "I'm going to be really sore tomorrow..." I bet. Plus, there was all the fucking that came before.

"I'm going to have to wash these clothes."

She laughs. "I mean, you should have known better. I'm not going to apologize for cumming on your clothes and getting them wet."

"Well, if someone would have just taken it like a good girl instead of fighting back, then I wouldn't have needed to keep them on. C'mon, let's get cleaned up."

In the bathroom, I slowly and carefully pull the needles out of her back, and it feels like it's taking far too long. Today is day ...