Page 37 of Awakening the Beast
“Shut the fuck up and take it. I get to pleasure you too. I’m not afraid of a bit of tittie milk and no, it’s not a fucking fetish before you say that shit.”
I can’t help but smile at the fetish part, but his face remains serious. Before I know it, he clamps his mouth down on my nipple. As he devours it, pulling on it with his teeth, my eyes close and my back arches while I moan.
He moves on to the next one, repeating the same action, ravaging each of my tits before returning his mouth to mine, where we share another forceful kiss.
“Lay back for me, baby.” I breathe out.Before he does, he pushes my shirt up my body until it’s over my head, and he tosses it across the room, leaving me in just my panties. As soon as he rolls onto his back beside me, I am forced to release his hard cock. I slowly get up with a small groan before cocking my leg over and straddling him.
He growls as his eyes wander down my almost naked body above him. As I tilt down, my big, heavy tits lay on his bare chest while I kiss him intensely. His greedy hands move down the sides of my body, and when he gets to my ass, he smacks one cheek hard, causing me to tense and squeal into his mouth.
“Suck my fucking cock good, slut. Give me a trip down memory lane.” he bites out the order.
I grin before tilting my head and kissing his neck, then moving my way down his fully tattooed body, licking, and kissing across his magnificent art, enticing low snarls from him.
When I am between his legs, he raises up onto his elbows as I lift his thick, hard, veiny dick with my hand, and I keep intense eye contact as I lower my mouth. I run my tongue up his length and over the piercing on the end of his cock, slick with his pre-cum, seductively teasing him, and he watches my every move through darkened eyes.
I suck the tip before allowing him to slide past my lips. I go slow, hollowing my cheeks as I ease my way down the length of him until he hits the back of my throat, loving the taste of Arlo fucking Hayes in my mouth once again. I bring myself back up, sucking the life out of him before shoving his cock back down my throat again, just how he likes it.
His groans of pleasure please me, and I revel in the power I have over him in this moment. I bob my head, taking him deeper each time, my tongue swirling around his shaft.
As I begin to work on him, building the pressure, I feel him slip his hand into the back of my long hair and take a handful. Heholds it tightly, slowly taking control by forcing my head down more with each suck, making me take almost the whole of him.
He becomes more forceful in time, as expected, and soon he pulls my hair back harshly, causing his cock to pop from my tingling lips. I glance up at him and I can see in his eyes that he is fully about to take control now, his way. With his hand still in my hair, he moves, grabbing his tie that is on the bed with his other hand, and he stands off the bed. I am forced to move too as he keeps his grip on my hair.
When I am standing in front of him, he guides me to kneel before him and I do.
“Arms behind your back,” he commands.
We hold eye contact as he extends his tie in front of me, then leans over me, taking each of my arms and tying the tie around them. By the time he is done, my upper arms are tightly secured, keeping me completely restrained. As he stands upright, his devious eyes meet mine, and he crouches calmly, resting his forearms on his thighs. His eyes explore every inch of me as I sit obediently.
“Look at you, waiting patiently for me to fuck your skull like my good girl,” he says with a rumble in his throat.
My eyes glisten with happiness as I look at him innocently, fluttering my lashes. He scans my face without a flicker of emotion before his dark gaze travels down my body again, then he slowly rises. Taking his hard cock into his tattooed hand, he hooks his finger beneath my chin, tilting my head fully back and runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Mouth wide open, tongue out.” He demands.
I don’t hesitate, I open my mouth wide and push my tongue out. He slides two fingers up my tongue, applying pressure, carefully observing the movement before leaning down. Before I know it, he gives a sharp spit into the back of my throat. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, a wave of degradation sweeping over me, and I moan softly, my eyes never leaving his.
His dark eyes flash to mine as he slides his fingers out, a string of saliva following, but I keep my mouth open. He places his finger beneath my chin once again before allowing more spit to fall from his lips and land directly on my tongue. He lets out a deep, satisfied growl before taking the back of my hair tightly, tangling it between his fingers and guiding my open, spit-riddled mouth to his big, heavy dick.
As soon as his slides his length in, I wrap my lips around him and suck him all the way down to the base. He hisses from the sensation before clutching his other hand in my hair as well. He goes slow at first, thrusting in and out, enjoying the feeling of me sucking him, but he soon speeds up the tempo.
When he gets going, he is ramming his entire cock down my throat at full force, ripping my hair from the root and making me gag repeatedly. My eyes stream with tears and drool drips down my chin, but as always, I will be his good girl and take it.
After some time of violent blow jobbing, he finally presses his piercing to the back of my throat, and I feel his hot load shoot and slide down my pipe. His dick swells and pulses on my tongue, his fists tightening even more on my hair. I lift my teary eyes to his to see they are heavy with desire, a slight swayin his posture from the intense climax he just felt after all these months.
When he releases my hair, I notice some strands falling from his fingers where he skull fucked me so brutally; he definitely needed that. Once he slips his dick out of my mouth, he kneels in front of me again and we exchange a brief smile as he reaches around to untie me.
As soon as my wrists are freed, I instinctively bring my arms forward, rubbing the sore skin. But before I can move, his hand clutches around my throat, firm and familiar. His lips are suddenly inches from mine, his eyes scanning mine in a way that always disarms me.
“I love you, beautiful,” he murmurs, the rawness in his tone catching me off guard.
My heart softens instantly because this side of Arlo, the one hidden beneath layers of ferocity and dominance, never fails to be my undoing. But what brings more happiness to my shaded heart is that he is putting the effort in, like he promised he would. So far, he has stuck to his word. He is slowly, but surely repairing all that was broken between us.
“I love you, too.” I manage to whisper back.
His gaze stays on me for a moment longer before he leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss. As we pull away, his thumb lightly brushes my neck before he stands, towering over me and he extends his hand, offering to help me up. Without hesitation, I take it, and he effortlessly pulls me up.
After everything has settled, Arlo and I lie together in bed, our bodies entangled in the quiet aftermath. His chest presses firmly against my back as he spoons me, his arm draped over my chest, keeping us close, skin to skin. I close my tired eyes, the warmth of his embrace lulling me into a peaceful haze.
