Fuck me she, was beautiful. Like an angel sent from heaven or some shit. Her fingers stroked and teased, her nipples hard, and the whole time she looked at me.
“Stop,” I ordered, my voice hard and commanding, and like a good girl, she stopped automatically. “Turn over,” I bit out, my eyes still locked on hers as I ran my hand down my length, fisting my cock tightly.
She blinked and then slowly turned over, and her ass… goddamn, I almost came as I looked down at it, long, hot sprays of my cum right across that perfect fucking peach of an ass. I climbed back onto the bed, gripping her panties in one hand and tugging at them roughly with the other. She whimpered as they snapped, the material digging into her skin before falling away. I threw them into the corner and stroked her ass cheeks, the pink flesh smooth and supple under my palm. I kneaded it with one hand, the other stroking my own cock, before taking my pre-cum and pressing it against her asshole.
Her body clenched as I pushed my juices into her tight hole with my thick finger, and she turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder, her eyes panicked. I grabbed my dick, taking the pre-cum on my fingers and wiping it over her asshole again as I slowly pushed my thumb inside once more.
Belle tightened around me and we both groaned—her because of the intrusion and me because I would have given just about anything for that to be my dick in there. I moved my thumb around, widening her, reading her as she slowly loosened, her muscles relaxing as the sharp intrusion became something enjoyable.
I pulled my thumb out, laying my dick between her ass cheeks and putting a hand in the middle of her lower back.
“You trust me?” I asked her, more pre-cum dripping onto her waiting hole. She swallowed thickly before bobbing her head up and down.
Scooping her up, my hand under her stomach, I lifted her ass higher and ran my cock up and down her seam, from pussy to ass, letting our juices mix and spread before slowly pressing the head of my cock against her tight, wet hole.
She whimpered as she slowly stretched to accommodate my size, her body clinging to the head of my cock as I pushed into her, a little at a time, letting her widen and stretch around me. And the whole time, her eyes stayed locked on mine. I rubbed her back with one hand, calming her, and held the base of my cock with the other, guiding it slowly into her.
Inch by thick, delicious inch I slipped inside her, until my balls touched her pussy and her body clung to my dick like I was her life raft and she was scared of drifting away. She was tight, almost too tight, and I lay inside of her for a moment, feeling her muscles contract and her body get used to me being in there.
Impaled by my cock, her ass high in the air, she finally tore her gaze away from mine and grunted into the pillow as I slowly started to slide back out of her. When I was an inch or two out, I pushed back in, her tight ring gripping me and making me hiss between my teeth.
“Relax,” I soothed, stroking her back again.
I did it again; slowly easing myself out an inch or two before sliding back in, my balls slapping heavily against her damn pussy. With each thrust she loosened more. With each thrust she groaned deeper, a guttural sound that was primal and raw. With each slice of my cock driving deep inside her ass, her muscles grabbed at me, throbbing around me so hard I could see stars.
We didn’t speak. Neither of us could right then even if we’d wanted to, the salacious need intoxicating us both to the point of delirium. I fucked her ass slowly, grinding myself into her until my balls began to tighten and my cock began to swell.
Belle groaned as I widened her and I reached between us to touch her clit. I scooped her up higher, pulling her entire body to mine, her back to my chest as I thrust into her slowly, firmly, one hand kneading her breasts, tweaking and flicking her hard nipples, the other on her pussy, thick fingers sliding into her. It was natural and intimate, and like animals we were wild and reckless as we fucked. I bit her shoulder as my balls tightened and I swelled inside of her again.
It all must have been too much because she tried to pull away from me, a whimper on her lips, but I held her tight to my chest, my arms wrapping around her and holding her tightly. Fucking her, needing her, loving her, saying goodbye.
I fucked her until she fell apart around me, her body splintering into a thousand pieces as she called out my name a hundred times, and each time was more perfect than the last. She looked over her shoulder, her hand reaching for my head and pulling my mouth to hers where our tongues collided and rolled over one another as I came in a long, hard spurts inside her. Her ass milked every drop from me as I clung to her, keeping her beautiful, soft body tight against my ugly, hard one.
We were yin and yang.
We were black and white.
We were beauty and the beast.
We were life and death and the ugly truth of it all.
“Beast,” she mewled into my mouth, and I sucked my name off her traitorous tongue, her body still holding onto me like she didn’t want to let me go, not now, not ever.
We stayed like that for several minutes, our mouths moving, our bodies still connected, our combined juices running down her smooth thighs as we both let the euphoria slip away and reality slide back in like a thief, stealing our happiness.
Belle kissed me like she never wanted to stop, and I kissed her back because I didn’t want it to end. I wanted Belle like I’d never wanted anything or anyone in my life. She was family, she was home, she was safety. She was the arms I needed at the end of every day. She was the blood that made my heart pump. She was the air my lungs needed, and she was what I’d been searching for my entire miserable life.
Eventually my cock softened, and her ass relaxed enough that I slipped out of her. She gave another whimper as I left her body and we lay down together, side by side, her back to my front as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in a protective embrace like I could stop what was coming next from harming her. But I couldn’t.
“Go back to sleep, Belle,” I whispered, holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
“Beast?” she whispered back, sounding exhausted.
“What?”
“I think I love you,” she said, sounding heartbroken.
And I was too.
Devastated and heartbroken that the one woman I finally gave my cold, rotten heart to had turned out to be a traitor.
“Go to sleep,” I said instead of returning the sentiment, my stomach feeling sick, and my head and my heart pounding in unison.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“So am I,” I replied, and squeezed her harder. “You have no idea.”
I kissed her shoulder where I’d bitten her, marking her perfect skin, inhaling her scent and listening for when her breathing became even and she fell back to sleep, and then I climbed out of bed.
Chapter Fourteen
~ BEAST ~
“You know what she did,” Rider said, leaning forward in his chair.
I nodded solemnly, because it was true, I did. There was no denying it.
“Then you know the club can’t let it go, brother. She has to pay in blood for her treachery. It’s the way of the club,” Rider added.
“Club law,” Gauge agreed with a growl.
I swallowed thickly, my hands steepled in front of me. I was trying to keep my calm instead of losing my shit like I normally did, but I could feel the anger and rage bubbling and churning in my gut.