Page 68 of The Beast


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My voice is so weak that I may as well not have said anything at all. Keir clears his throat and drifts his hand down to his cock.

And I know a moment of pure, selfish, urgent desire.

Whatever I say to the contrary, I do want Keir. He’s so untrustworthy and villainous and yet…

For a second, all I can look at or focus on is his fucking cock. I’m looking right at his long, thick, finely veined penis. It’s perfect and pink and uncut, jutting out from the bottom of the black t-shirt he wears.

Swallowing, I make eye contact with him. “Keir—”

I intend to tell him that it’s okay, that I want him. He strokes his cock, biting his lip as he looks me up and down. He licks his fingertips and then rubs them against my clit again. “I’ve been imagining this for so long, sweetheart. I want you to roll over, get on your knees, and open those thighs.”

I don’t move for a second, staring at him, trying to decide how serious he is. Keir grabs my arm hard and wrenches me onto my stomach.

“On your knees,” he husks. He slaps my naked ass. “Ass up. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours, Ella.”

My pussy clenches and I shut my eyes and push my butt up in the air. Keir grabs my thighs and yanks me towards him, spreading my ass and my thighs open.

I make a noise, something between a yelp and a gasp. I’m rewarded by a stinging slap to one ass cheek.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Keir mutters. He reaches out and grabs my ass, angling my pelvis so that he has a better view from behind. When I crane my neck to look at him, his eyes are fixed on my pussy lips. “I’m going to ruin your delicate little pussy.”

My eyes widen and my breath catches.

He answers me with a smack on the ass. Then he leans me forward, pressing my face down. I can feel him moving behind me.

I am caught for a moment, my breath jerking from my lungs, my whole body quivering. He runs his hand up my inner thigh, probing, finding the seam of my pussy.

I suck in a breath and he places a kiss on my ass cheek. I clench against his invasion, a whimper leaving my lips. He spreads my pussy lips with his fingers. He lightly presses his entire face against me and a second later, I feel the wet heat of his mouth on my pussy.

My mouth opens in a big O. I start trembling; the sensation of his mouth is shocking and exciting. His tongue quickly finds my clit, swirling around it.

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Oh… oh my god…”

Keir pauses. I can hear a low chuckle.

“That’s right, Ella. I have you exactly where I want you. And I intend to use that to my advantage.”

His words make me clench. I am at his mercy. He can hurt me if he wants to, even kill me. A shiver races up my spine at that thought.

But even as I fear him, I can feel sticky, dewy moisture leaking from my slit.

Keir keeps kissing my clit, circling his tongue around it. I close my eyes as he works, torturing me, bringing me so much pleasure that I almost weep. I can feel strings tightening and growing taut deep inside my body. My body is full and hot, as flushed as my reddened cheeks.

Keir plays me like a fiddle, knowing exactly how to move his tongue and where to press his fingers. I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge.

When I’m almost there, he places his thumb squarely on the balloon knot of my ass. It feels… naughty.

I’m so caught up in having Keir sink his thumb into my ass that I come, suddenly and unexpectedly, inner muscles jerking. I make a strangled gurgle and tumble over the edge, not seeing or hearing anything for a moment.

But I can feel every last thing, every flick of his tongue against my clit, every excited hum, every wiggle of his thumb as it slides into my ass.

I am stupefied, sucking in ragged breaths, forgetting who and where I am for several moments. I slowly come back to myself, realizing that Keir is still touching my pussy.

He takes his cock and presses the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh. I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust a little until he settles the tip of his length against my wet pussy. We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch.

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. My pussy clenches as I stretch and accommodate his massive size.

It hurts, honestly. Being so intimately stretched pinches painfully and having so the bulk of his weight on top of me is crushing me. He shifts his weight, taking it off me, looking down into my eyes.

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