Page 18 of The Beast


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I’m bare before him, waiting, shivering.

“God damn,” he says. His gaze takes me in as he adjusts his cock in his pants. “You’re too fucking hot to be real. A body like yours shouldn’t even be legal.”

My lips part, my heart races. “And yours? Show me, Keir. I want to see it.”

“In due time,” he says, flashing me a smirk. He does take his jacket and bowtie off though, unbuttoning the top couple of buttons so I can see the chest hair that pokes out. It’s russet, as is the hair on his arms when he rolls up his sleeves ever so slowly.

Keir frames my breasts with his touch, then slips one of his hands down my ribs, down my belly, to the freshly shaved spot between my legs. I hold my breath as he passes my knee again but he doesn’t give it a second glance.

He is much too busy exploring the dark notch between my legs.

I close my eyes and moan as he probes the folds of my pussy. It’s all I can do not to spread my legs and beg for him to touch me like a bitch in heat.

In the next second though, he nips at my earlobe and takes that away from me.

“Move back on the bed,” he urges, voice gone to gravel. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart. Let me in. I want to see your pussy, bare and juicy and ready for my mouth.”

“Your mouth?” I echo, a little stunned. I scoot back, leaving into the pillows as I take him in.

This rich Scottish billionaire is going to eat my pussy? Am I dreaming this?

“I bet you taste like the sweetest honey,” he whispers. “I’m about to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

My hands grip the comforter, clenching tight. For a moment, I freeze. The last thing I want is not to be able to give this man what he wants.

“No one has ever been able to… I mean, if you can’t, don’t be disappointed—”

Keir grins at me. “Is that a challenge?”

He spreads his whole hand out and covers my pussy. His touch is hot and my whole body tenses up, waiting for his touch. Dropping my head and moving a couple of inches further back on the bed, I moan as his clever fingers find my clit.

“Relax,” he whispers, looking down between my thighs. “Spread your knees wide for me, sweetheart.”

I spread my legs as far as they will go. In my mind, I’m so worked up that I’m needy and naked before him. But I look at Keir and the hunger in his expression drives me onward.

I want to be wanton with him, to show him how ready I am for whatever he will give me.

Keir puts two fingers in his mouth, then drops those fingers down to massage my clit. It feels so damned good, like I’m stretching and reaching for something explosive that is just outside of my grasp. He looks deep in my eyes and controls me with his touch, so that I’m spread open and wet, my heart pounding.

He grabs my breast with his newly freed hand, swapping the two. I lean back a little, biting my lip and staring at him like he’s a whole damned meal and I’m starving.

Keir gets this little smirk on his lips as he looks at me.

“What?” I ask, flushing at his probing gaze.

His smile widens just a bit. His fingers dip from my clit to my core, circling and teasing.

“Sweetheart, I’m just waiting to see you come apart.” He slides one finger into my core, lighting up a whole new part of my body. He’s playing me like a fine wine and it’s working.

Better than the only other guy that ever saw me naked.

Keir moves his hand and I shiver against the sensation. “What if I don’t… finish?”

God, what if I can’t?

Now he grins, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. When he speaks, the sound of it reverberates against my flesh. “You will.”

He sinks down to his knees and pulls me over to the side of the bed. My thighs tense and my knees start to close, but he tuts at me. “Stop.”

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