Page 99 of Beast

I remember it. The shatter of glass. The sensation of falling. But this time I saw my mom. We were inside a car and she looked over her shoulder at me and I saw the fear and sadness in her eyes. It felt like she was apologizing to me. Saying goodbye.

I close my eyes and melt into Beast a little more. I can feel his heartbeat, a steady and comforting rhythm against my cheek, and it calms me until my breathing and pulse return to normal.

When he lets me go, I look up at him, and he wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. His touch is tender. His warmth comforting.

I reach for him and pull him closer, needing the solid wall of muscle that is his chest and shoulders, and all the fear recedes from my body.

I brush my lips to his ear. “I want you. All of you. Now.”

He pulls back to look at me, and his eyes search my face.

“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper.

Something flashes in his eyes before he crashes his lips to mine, and his kiss is searing and hot, and I’m done holding back.

I reach between us.

I feel the size of him against my palm, and dear God, I was right. He is huge. Really huge.

Excitement zips through me like lightning.

He stands and his eyes burn down on me as he undoes his belt buckle and slowly pulls the belt free.

Next to go are his jeans and then his underwear, andfuck…

His cock is so big I’m not sure how it’s going to fit.

I look up at him,at his cock, and lick my lips. It might not fit, but we’re going to have fun trying.

“I will take it slow,” Beast says, as if he can read my mind.

But I don’t want him to take it slow. I’m aching to know how it feels to have him inside me. I know it’s going to hurt, and I want it to. I want to feel his size stretch me, to make every thick inch sting with pleasure and pain as he pushes into me.

He crawls over me, the head of his cock trailing along my thighs as he bends down to kiss me.

I take him in my hand and he trembles at my touch, groaning against my lips as he takes the kiss deeper.

Everything throbs greedily.

“Please,” I beg.

“You need to be ready,” he says with a deep smoky voice. “Let me get your body ready so I don’t hurt you.”

“But Iamready,” I say, dragging his hand to my drenched pussy. My wetness coats his fingers and he groans, his giant cock flinching against his steel-cut abs.

“So wet,” he whispers. “But I’m going to make you even wetter so your juicy pussy will take my cock with no pain.”

I want to tell him there is no way my body is going to take something that big without pain.

But then he buries his face between my thighs, and the moment his velvety tongue hits my clit, my ability to form words vanishes.

Good God, he’s also a genius with his tongue.

He grips my thighs and my lashes flutter with every talented stroke.

It doesn’t take me long. All this touching and talk about giant cocks has had me teetering on the edge. It only takes a couple of swirls of his tongue around my clit to detonate my orgasm. It erupts outward, crashing over me with atomic force. I arch my back and cry out, my eyes rolling back in my head as I come.

I shudder against him, my legs trembling against the side of his head.

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