Page 11 of Savaged By the Beast

“Oh god,” she breathes out and her fingers clench in my hair, pulling me closer, tighter. And I fucking love it!

“Bite me, scratch me, tear me apart, baby girl. Whatever you do I’ll love it. But I need you so fucking much.”

I bury my lips in her hole and lick and nip desperately, my eyes closed, lost in the touch, taste and smell of her. My teeth scrape at her. I’m rough and crazy and she loves it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams, her hips thrusting up into my face, grinding my mouth into her needy body until I can barely breathe.

I chuckle darkly. “So damn pretty. So fucking needy. You need me. You want me.” Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow like she’s telling me no. Like she’s denying it. Denying us.

I grind my mouth into her tunnel, burying my tongue in her cunt and swirling my tongue so deep that I can feel her smooth walls fluttering lightly around my muscle.

“Hmmm. Come for me, baby girl. I want your honey all over me.” I wrap my tongue around her clit and then tap it lightly before I drag it between my teeth.

“Oh. Oh my god!” she whines and tenses. Her whole body goes taut as a strung-out wire and then snaps back.

“Yes, yes! Oh my god!” she sobs, writhing and moaning under me as I lick every drop of her juices out of her wildly-fluttering walls. She collapses to the bed and I lick and suck and growl into her pussy until I feel her tightening up again. I slide a finger into her hole and twist until I rub along the rough patch on her wall.

“Shit!” She grasps my hair and I swear to god, she tears a patch of my hair out but I don’t care if she strips my head bald. I’m not stopping. I can’t. She tastes too good. Too sweet and ready for me.

Her cunt snaps around my finger and I can barely push it in and out. But I manage to start a steady rhythm while I lick and suck at her clit until she wails and sits straight up, her body so tight it looks like she’s going to snap in two.

Then she collapses with a groan and I can taste her honey gliding down my throat. I drink it all down and scour her body out for more.

“No. No. Stop, no more,” she protests weakly. I sit up and plaster my mouth to hers, drinking in her gasping breaths.

“Mine,” is all I can manage to say. She’s mine. I can taste her essence on my tongue. Feel her body wrapped around mine. Sense her thoughts and feelings. I can feel the conflicted need and desire in her. Her lust.

But I can’t stop. Dear god, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her. Want to bury my aching dick so far in her that I’ll never find my way out. Never want to.

I stand and strip my clothes off quickly, tearing my shirt off and ripping it in the process. My claws extended and my body barely in control at this point. Shaking and growling. Feral with my lust.

She’s mine. The only thing I’ve spent my life looking for. My heart, my soul, my body, it all belongs to her.

It’s time for her to know it.

I crawl up her body, her lashes fluttering open to stare into my eyes. I can feel my bear barely under the surface. Barely leashed.

“Mine, baby girl,” I groan. “Say it.”

Her throat works up and down and I want to bury my lips in her smooth skin, bite into it until I can taste her in the most primal way.

“I’m yours,” she whispers and I smile, feeling my canines poking out, watching her pretty eyes widen.

“That’s right, baby girl.”

I slide my big, aching rod through her juices until I can glide up and down freely, bumping her sensitive nub of flesh at the top of my thrusts until her hips match each thrust, her eyes locked on mine and her hands clenched on my shoulders, her breath puffing in and out like a freight train.

“I need you now,” I growl roughly. “Wrap those sweet legs around my hips.” She obeys me and pride and lust battle for dominance. I slide my cock through again and this time I notch my head at her tight hole. She groans and sighs every time I move. Her hands claw and tear at my shoulders and hair like a wild animal.

I slide into her slowly, moaning when I feel her tight walls lightly flutter as they close around the mushroom-shaped head of my cock.

Her golden-brown eyes lock on mine and lust swirls in them. Her lip curls and she shudders under me. “More. I need more.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I grit out through clenched teeth. Her arousal swirling around me spikes my feral need for her, making me barely human at this point.

“I need you. I don’t want the control. I want the wild. I want you,” she whimpers, her restless hips and hands bumping and tear at me.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I grunt out, shaking with the fight for my control.