Page 116 of Rescued By the Beast
My hard cock drools at the sight.
It's not knickers.
She's wearing my boxers.
Fuck... why is this so absurdly sexy?
I lick my lips when I see that her pussy is so wet that it has left a huge damp stain on the fabric. It makes me lose control for a moment, the beast inside me breaking free, impatient, wanting to take everything at once.
My hands squeeze her thighs, my claws sinking into her warm flesh as I force her to open her legs wider for me. I want to see her. I want to feel her. The scent she exudes hits me like a blow, an indecent invitation that inflames my desire.
"Your scent is intoxicating..." My voice comes out hoarse, reverent, as I watch her writhe, rubbing herself against me without any modesty, her lips parted in pure need. "I want to devour you whole, Kitten."
"Please..." she whispers, desperate.
But there's no need for pleas. My mouth is already on her, my tongue pressing against her pussy covered by my boxers, sucking her flavour through the soaked fabric.
A guttural growl vibrates in my chest, pure hunger and possession. My saliva mixes with her arousal as my teeth hook the fabric, my lips suck greedily, my tongue explores, my nose rubs there, drinking in her scent as if I could trap it inside me.
There is no delicacy, no technique, only raw, hungry desire, a fierce instinct that makes me fall on her mouth, devouring her as if she were the only thing that could keep me alive.
My hands slide down her thighs to her bum, tightening my grip before I lift her off the floor, holding her suspended, her pussy still pressed against my mouth. She lets out a surprised little scream, her arms stretching out to grab my shoulders.
"Don't be afraid," I murmur against her skin, my voice vibrating between her legs. "I'll never let you fall."
Her fingers dig into my skin, but she relaxes when she realises I'm in control. I hold her steady as I walk to my bedroom, each step marked by the pulsing desire between us. When I reach the bed, I lower her body slowly, sitting her on the edge before dropping to my knees in front of her.
I hold her feet and press them against my chest, giving her support.
"Lift your hips for me, Kitten."
She obeys without hesitation, and I pull the piece of fabric that still covers her pussy, letting it slide down her legs before throwing it behind me. A growl escapes my throat when I see her state, all wet, her clit swollen and throbbing, begging for my mouth.
I can't resist. I don't wait.
I lower my face and suck that sensitive button eagerly, dragging my tongue across the hot flesh, savouring every drop of the nectar she produces just for me.
"Mark!" she moans loudly, arching her body as my tongue slides down, diving into her entrance.
The low moan that escapes me is pure instinct, pure desire.
Like a hungry wolf, I open my mouth over her, covering her entire cunt. Instinct commands me, a primitive desire to devour her, to feel her writhe beneath me. I slide my tongue upwards and when I reach her swollen clitoris, my jaw closes around it.
I suck hard, trapping it between my teeth with cruel precision.
She gasps, the scream tearing from her throat as her body surrenders. Her head falls back, her hips undulate frantically against my face, her legs tremble in uncontrollable spasms as orgasm overwhelms her.
My cock throbs violently, pulsing, drooling, hungry to bury itself inside her, to mark her as mine. But first, I'm going to get drunk on her taste, let her drip into my mouth until she can't beg any more.
I hold her thighs more firmly, my tongue diving deep, drinking in every tremor, every spasm that runs through her sated body. I want to feel everything. I want to savour every drop until her mind is lost and she has no choice but to beg for more. I continue to tease every involuntary contraction, every tremor that runs through her sensitive body. Her taste intoxicates me, and I suck her clitoris once more, feeling her body arch in response.
She moans loudly, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling and then pushing, as if she wants more and at the same time can't take any more.
"I-I can't take it..." she sighs, her voice broken, a plea caught in post-orgasmic overwhelm.
Her body still trembles under my hands, her thighs parted, her muscles contracting involuntarily. So I stop.
She collapses onto the mattress, exhausted, her chest rising and falling in heavy gasps. A languid smile spreads across her swollen lips, her green eyes still fixed on me, clouded with pleasure.
