Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I was panting, unable to speak for long seconds until he growled so loudly I gasped and started speaking, obeying him.
“Fuck me. Fuck me like the animal you are.”
He hummed in approval and then groaned the words, “Good girl. That’s my sweet girl.” The Beast pulled out so the tip of his cock was lodged in me before shoving back inside so hard I was pushed up on the couch again.
My husband snarled and clamped a paw on my shoulder, digging his claws into my flesh until I felt my skin break open under his touch.
I made a needy sound and whispered, “Yes.”
“You like that, don’t you?”
I moaned again and nodded frantically.
“Yeah, you like this animal fucking you… hurting you.”
I still had my head cocked to the side as I watched him glance down at where he was fucking me. The Beast started to pound into me faster and harder, his paw on my shoulder keeping me in place.
“This is going to be fast and hard. I cannot help myself tonight, not when your tight ass is clenching around my cock, your body begging me to fill it up.”
I held on to the back of the settee as he had one paw gripped around my shoulder, the other one holding my waist, his claws pricking at my flesh.
He started fucking me again, the Beast pulling out so just the tip of his cock was lodged in my ass before he plunged back in. His big hairy balls slapped against my clit every time he forced himself back in. The sound of wet skin meeting wet skin filled the room obscenely.
The Beast went wild behind me, grunting and growling, snarling and cursing as he fucked my ass, yet I knew he was still holding back, still trying to be gentle with me to an extent because he worried he’d hurt me.
“Do you wanna get off, darling?”
I couldn’t answer, just made these broken noises in the back of my throat.
“Yeah, my sweet little human wife wants me to rub her clit and make her come.” He pushed into my ass extra slowly after those words. “Do you want me to do that, sweetheart?”
I was panting as I glanced over my shoulder at him, my vision blurry, the pleasure so intense I felt like I was disconnecting from reality.
Of course the pain was also there, the fullness, the stretch and burn. But it all existed as one until I felt myself finally nod in agreement.
He gave me that frightening, but extremely attractive visage of a smile. And then his big paw was between my thighs, his palm so massive it completely covered me from pelvic bone to the crease of my ass.
The Beast added pressure to my clit with the heel of his palm and that was all it took for me to explode around him.
My inner ass muscles clenched around his hardness, milking him, drawing out his orgasm.
And that was all he needed to find his release.
It was long after both of us found pleasure that I sagged against the back of the couch, sweat covering my body, my ass full of his seed.
He still cupped me possessively between the thighs, gently stroking me, the pad of one finger teasing my pussy hole, his touch gentle despite what we’d just done.
With a harsh groan, he pulled out of me and I felt all his cum start to slip from me. The Beast kept my cheeks spread open so he could watch, and rumbled out a sound of pure masculine approval that I loved hearing.
“I will never get tired of watching you spread open as my seed slips from your body.”
And when the last ounce of his cum slipped out, only then did he gently turn me around, pick me up in his arms and carry me out of the library.
I rested against him and let him support my weight, my heart rate going back to a normal rhythm; that incredible burn and ache between my thighs was constant.
The Beast was insatiable, but then again so was I. Especially given my condition. It seemed being pregnant had my libido working overtime.
He set me on the edge of the sink in the bathroom as he went to run the water in the massive bathtub. I continued to marvel anew that he had modern, heated water that was pulled from the well. He’d afforded me this luxury after we found out I was carrying, not wanting me to wait for the staff to fill the tub with hot water.
It took a long moment for it to fill completely, the steam rising from the tub, the humidity filling the grand space.
Once the tub was filled, he was lifting me up and gently setting me in the center and climbing behind me. He pulled me back so I leaned against his chest, and I rested my head between his muscular pectoral muscles as he held me.