Flash Fairytales: The Beast of Beauty - Sex Stories

Flash Fairytales: The Beast of Beauty

... hazel orbs. His clothes fell away from his hairy, muscular chest. She panted for breath, forcing her full breasts to rise and fall before his eyes, a simple red rose tattooed between them. His lips tightened, a growl rumbled and his head descended to clamp down on her swollen nipple. Belle shrieked. He did not hold back – biting her tender flesh and sucking her hard into his mouth. His large palm grasped her and roughly mauled as she thrashed beneath him, clinging to his long, dark hair. He feasted on her chest until she whimpered, pulling desperately at his hair. He pulled back at last, leaving her flesh scored and red. He simply grinned, snagging her auburn hair in a large fist and pulling her lips to his. A rough, deep kiss pinned Belle back down to the bed. She could not resist if she wanted to – only whine and wriggle beneath him. His calloused hand crudely clutched the sodden, silken mound of her sex. She whimpered, grinding into him desperately, her moans muffled. Heavy, hungry fingers slid along her swollen lips and pressed against her, but Belle’s needy moans and pleas went unheard. He stood up, blocking out the light. She stared in awe as he ripped the belt from his trousers and kicked them across the room. Her open mouth was too inviting. He straddled her ...

... chest and seized her head. Shock crossed her face before she felt the hot, solid length of her Beast slide between her lips. Belle groaned, reaching down to paw at herself, in her need. She stared submissively into his eyes as he took his own pleasure from her, ramming himself rampantly into her throat until her beautiful eyes swelled and watered with stifled gags. She spluttered, gasping as he pulled away. Belle’s face smeared with their fluids as his thick, dripping shaft dragged across her face. She had no time to breathe before his hand was in her hair. She crawled across the bed in his grip until he shoved her face into the sheets. Her ass caught a hard, ringing smack. Belle mewled. She clutched the sheets and groaned as the huge man settled in behind her, heaving her underwear aside and sinking into her. He gripped her hips and pulled her onto the invading shaft. She screamed and thrashed in pleasure before he pressed on the back of her neck, forcing her to look to the side. There, in the corner of the room, sat a princely looking man in fine clothes, watching intently. Her watering, blood-shot eyes met his as she whined under the relentless assault. “I… I remember when you used to take me like this, husband,” she cried out, burying her face in the sheets with a scream.