Page 120 of Rescued By the Beast
He growls, and in an instant he's on his knees, rolling me onto my stomach. His hands grip my hips, guiding me onto all fours, elbows and knees pressing into the bed, as he mounts me from behind.
"So irresistible!" He starts to thrust a little harder and I lay my face on the bed, pushing myself back against him. "This is mine," he brings one hand to one of my breasts and squeezes it, pinching my nipple before sliding his palm down my belly until it slips between my legs, his fingers massaging my clitoris. "This cunt is mine."
His voice has a deep, animalistic tone, his beast breaking free.
Then he pinches my clitoris hard, making me arch my back and scream.
He slowly withdraws from inside me, only to circle my entrance, spreading my wetness all over my pussy, teasing me until I let out a sound of frustration.
"I need to know if you really want to continue, because I won't be able to control my beast for much longer, I'm at my limit..." He leans his body over mine and his mouth touches my shoulder, his teeth scraping my skin. "I need to fuck you, hard."
"Mark..." I moan, feeling tears of frustration at the emptiness he left when he pulled out. "I need to feel my male inside me. Come and fuck me now."
A guttural growl vibrates from his throat and he fills me again with a sudden movement, and I know it's the beast trying to take possession.
The thought of Mark letting his essence dominate him as he fucks me with wild thrusts is exciting. My feline claws unsheath and I cling to the mattress, receiving his thrusts with cries of pleasure that I muffle by biting the sheet.
Knowing that I am the reason he loses control, that he wants me so much that he surrenders to his wild instincts, makes my pussy tighten and get even wetter.
The sounds in the cabin are reduced to the wet smacking of our sweaty bodies meeting, my moans punctuating each of his almost brutal thrusts, and the obscenities he pours into my ear with that hoarse, wild voice.
"So tight for me..."
I just moan, my eyes rolling with pleasure, my claws tearing at the bed sheet as I hold on with each deep thrust of his.
"Good girl, that's it, squeeze your cunt like that. That body was made to receive my pleasure. And my cock was made to give you pleasure."
Yes!
My words turn into increasingly high-pitched moans as they pass through my throat.
"I'm going to fuck you until your cunt moulds to my cock," he growls. "Until there's no doubt that you're mine!"
The rhythm accelerates, fierce, and each thrust draws an uncontrollable moan from me.
"I'm going to fill you so full with my cum that your belly will swell and you'll feel me dripping out of you for days!" he hisses, increasing the pace of his thrusts, hitting so deep, so deliciously, that it makes me gush and pulse around him.
The heat rises up my legs like an uncontrolled electric current. Each thrust sinks me deeper into a feverish stupor. I grab the sheet, but my claws pierce the fabric. He is taking me to the brink not only of pleasure, but of sanity.
I try to look back, and what I see is... savage.
His eyes are two suns, burning beneath feverish eyelids, his sharp canines protrude from his lips, his sweaty hair sticks to his forehead, his ears are pointed in the midst of transformation, his unsheathed claws grip my hips tightly, sinking into my flesh... and a tail swings behind him.
He still tries to hold back his beast, not letting it take over his body, but he seems to be at his limit...
"Mark, I'm going to..." I moan, feeling the orgasm coming, its heat and tingling spreading throughout my body, my cunt contracting more and more...
"I can feel you squeezing me, female," he says, his voice sounding less human, the beast taking over.
He flashes an animalistic smile, his face transforming a little more.
Suddenly Mark pulls out completely, only to turn me over onto my back on the bed the next instant, grab my ankles, placing my legs over his shoulders before fucking me again, his body leaning over mine, spreading me as wide as possible.
I feel the muscles in his arms and back tremble, his lips stretched tight, he runs his tongue over his elongated canines while his dark eyes turn to my neck.
"I'm on the verge of losing control," he growls before burying his face in the curve of my neck, grazing his teeth against my skin. "Ask me to stop, Sandra."
"I want you to lose control."
