Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 113332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
The strong grip on his face had him rock hard and ready to accept whatever Beast had in store for him. He relished the feeling of that thick dick pressing at his slippery hole, even if old inhibitions died hard, and his face was hot from the flush.
Beast’s warm hand trailed under his clothes to rest between his shoulder blades, and when Laurent was flattened against the backrest, with his thighs spread for his lover, the cock pushed past his sphincter, steadily burying itself inside Laurent’s hypersensitive body.
His eyes rolled back, and he groaned, arching his back like a cat. Beast’s cock was substantial to say the least, but after his first few times bottoming, Laurent had grown to love the stretch it enforced, since Beast always cared to be gentle enough.
By yielding to it he was inviting Beast into his body, creating a physical connection so intimate and exhilarating it left Laurent’s mind fragmented until his lover put the pieces together. No one else got to see Laurent in such a state of disarray. Part of the pleasure was physical and selfish, especially when Beast’s cock brushed over Laurent’s prostate, sending sparks of arousal between his legs, but part of it was knowing that Beast’s focus was on him only and lay in offering the same thrill in return.
When Beast’s hips flattened Laurent’s buttocks, he knew their bodies couldn’t connect any further. The strong body behind his felt like it was made of pure muscle, massaging him with its curves and ridges as Beast withdrew his hips without leaving even an inch of space between his chest and Laurent’s back. The clothes were too hot at this point, but Laurent didn’t attempt to remove them, captured by his husband’s strong arms and nailed over and over, once Beast picked up a rhythm of thrusts.
He didn’t care to hold back his moans, spread open and in love with the sense of vulnerability it created. No matter how much he liked to be involved in decision-making, his initiative dissolved the moment Beast was all over him in bed.
He used to be intimidated by their size difference, but he’d found out it was no issue for Beast, and that his husband lusted for Laurent’s smaller body the same way Laurent craved Beast’s strength. Sometimes, when Beast showered, Laurent would stand outside and admire all that flesh, all that ink, and a body that had been scarred and hurt yet couldn’t be broken. Beast’s form was a testament to his character, and that aroused Laurent much more than any of the smooth men flaunting their pectoral muscles in glossy magazines.
His mind was full of blurry images, fantasies of how they looked together, joined like wild animals. Beast fucked him like a machine that would never need winding. They fit so well together Laurent could comprehend the perfection of their sexual union, but each thrust confirmed what he knew to be true.
“Yes… Beast…” he moaned, on edge.
The cock pistoned in and out, and Laurent no longer had any control over his body, surrendered to the best man he knew. Beast’s groaning gasps were music, and the slapping of their skin drummed in the triumphant rhythm that would leave them both satisfied.
Beast’s hands tightened on him, his thrusts sped up, and by the time he came buried deep inside, Laurent himself was so close to completion he whimpered helplessly and finished himself off with a few tugs on his own dick.
He liked to think of himself as a man guided by reason, but with Beast, he was anything but. They collapsed together, stretching along the seat. Beast was still gasping for air and tickling his nape with warm breath, but Laurent wasted no time and covered himself with Beast’s arm. He knew this position wouldn’t be ideal for his husband, as he was too tall to comfortably fit on the sofa like this, but he decided to enjoy the afterglow a bit longer.
“This night just keeps getting better,” Laurent murmured with his heart pounding and ass still tender. “The Pigeon Heart is safe, Magpie’s help is secured, we have a miraculous child of our own on the way, and now this.”
Beast exhaled and pulled Laurent tighter against him, as if he wished for their bodies to melt together. He’d gotten his wish in a way, in the form of their future offspring.
“Yes. It was good,” Beast whispered, rubbing his nose in soothing circles over Laurent’s nape.
Laurent snorted. "’Good’? Hm, I suppose now that we’re married, you don’t need to flatter me, do you? I would consider what just happened far beyond ‘good’, but say the word, and I will improve my performance however you wish.”
Beast chuckled and kissed Laurent’s ear. “Unlike me, you’ve always had a talent with words. I’m more of a physical kind of guy.”