Page 45 of Married to the Beasts
While I’m willing myself to stay cool, Hazel’s eyes suddenly go wide and she gasps my name. Her velvet walls strangle me, but I hold off as long as I can as she grinds down on me, her head rolled back, her eyes pinched shut, her face radiant.
When I can’t take it a second longer, I flip us over and drive into her hard and fast. She comes again, and I follow right behind, emptying myself out as her pussy throbs around me like a racing heartbeat.
Though I’ve been taking care of myself over the past two days, my release is intense, as if it’s been building up for weeks.
As soon as I can, I make moves to roll off of her, but she holds me close. “I don’t want to crush you,” I tell her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and tangles her fingers in my hair. “You feel good on top of me.”
“And you feel incredible under me.” I kiss her, softly first, then deeply, as she continues to hold me. The taste of her fills my senses, and I file it away for the lonely nights to come.
I roll to the side and bring her with me, so she’s on top again. “What did you think of this position?”
Her smile is brilliant and wide, and almost makes my cock stiffen, despite the fact that I’m completely drained. “I loved it.” She pushes back up onto her knees and slides her hands across my chest to my shoulders, where she holds on, looking down at me.
“Good. Let’s rest a while, then we can fool around some more.”
I take care of the condom and bring some water to Hazel. After she takes a long drink, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. When I hear her fall asleep, I let myself drift off, too.
A few hours later, Hazel’s still in my arms. I rest until she stirs, then I let my hands wander. Shegroans lightly, still sounding half asleep as I bring her to orgasm with my fingers.
She stiffens, arches, then goes limp. After a few minutes, she rolls over to face me, one of her hands going to my face, while the other reaches for my cock. “Hi.” When I return her greeting, she asks, “What time is it?”
“Around 3:30.”
Her hand cuffs my cock more tightly as her thumb teases the head. All of me is wide awake now, and I need to be inside her.
“Are you thirsty?” When she nods, I reach for the glass on the bedside table and hand it over to her. She sits up to take it, but keeps touching me with her free hand. She doesn’t look tired anymore, either.
As she drinks, I dive under the covers to make sure all of her is awake and ready. She spreads her legs for me, and I plunge my tongue inside her. I slide my hands under her ass, lift her hips, and feast until she’s crying out my name.
“Want to try doggy style?” I ask, after she comes down from a climax. When she nods, I help her get into position, then sheathe myself as I admire the view. I hadn’t bothered to turn the light off earlier, and I’m so glad.
I take hold of her hip to keep her steady and feed my cock into her until I’m balls deep. She moans in a way that makes me swell inside her. When I pull back, it’s like her pussy doesn’t want to let me go.
With determined effort, I start to fuck in and out of her, refusing to let myself come until she comes first.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long. She moans and whimpers with every thrust, and when she’s about to be overcome, she muffles her cries in the pillow.
Her pussy feels incredible from this angle, and the position is usually one of my favorites, but I miss seeing her face. That doesn’t stop me from coming like a freight train a few seconds later, pouring into her with a long, low groan.
We fall back asleep afterward, and don’t wake up until well after the sun rises. I wish I could take the morning off and spend it in bed with Hazel, but Conal would never go for that, for multiple reasons, so I give her a kiss and let her get ready on her own.
As soon as she leaves the room, there’s a tiny scream followed by laughter, and I can imagine that Conal has probably grabbed her for some pre-breakfast alone time.
It’ll be really good when we can all be together.
HAZEL
I squeal as Conal carries me off to the main bedroom. He wastes no time on pleasantries before pushing me up against a wall, opening my robe, and sinking to his knees in front of me.
He’s there only long enough to get me good and wet. He pulls a condom from his pocket, hastily rolls it on, and fucks me while I’m standing up.
It feels good, but it’s his urgency that makes me hotter than anything. He missed me, and I missed him, too. I cling to him as he pumps into me like a desperate man, and I quickly grow desperate myself.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to come in this position, but I do—and hard—even without him touching my clit.
His dark eyes are watching me as I return to him, studying my face like he’s never seen it before. He holds eye contact as he speeds up, rattling pictures on the wall, in a frenzy, until finally he grunts, contorts his gorgeous face, and ruts into me like a wicked, wild beast.
