Page 54 of Awakening the Beast
“You’re a bad fucking girl, Wren,” I growl, my dark eyes meeting hers quickly. I observe as she bites her red lip, her lashes fluttering as she letting out small moans.
“Show me what you’re doing to yourself. Spread your legs wide for me,” I demand.
Without hesitation, she lifts one of her legs and drapes it over the arm of her chair, giving me better access to watch her pleasuring herself. I crouch down, lifting my pants as I do, and I reach out, curling my fingers around the thin fabric of her damp panties. I pull them to the side roughly while keeping eye contact the entire time. Then, my focus shifts to her exposed pussy as she rubs the tips of her fingers in circular motions around her throbbing clit.
“Finish me, Arlo, please; I can’t do it like you,” she begs, breathy and desperate.
“Slide your fingers inside your wet cunt and fuck yourself,” I say, pushing her past all the limits that has painfully bound us for months.
When she trails her fingers downward to her wet entrance on my command, I feel my cock leaking in my boxers as she slips two into her pussy. I observe for a bit as she begins to finger-fuck herself, her digits becoming moister with her come with each stroke. I stand calmly between her legs, placing a hand on the back of her chair and quickly snatch her throat, gripping it strongly and tilting her head back.
“Let me taste how wet you are for me,” I murmur, my dark eyes locked onto hers.
Without breaking eye contact, she extracts her fingers from her cunt and carefully brings them up toward my lips. I open them, and she slides her come-coated fingers slowly up my tongue. My piercing whirls between them as she massages themup and down my taste buds, evoking a primal darkness inside me.
I suddenly bite down, forcing her to yelp, but I don't release them as I dip my hand between her thighs. I stroke the tips of my fingers roughly and possessively over her drenched pussy before slapping it swiftly, causing her body to jerk.
As I release her fingers from between my teeth, I sink mine deep into her tight cunt without warning, and she lets out a loud cry, her eyes closing and her head falling further back. I force them in as far as I can get them while keeping a firm grip on her throat, testing her boundaries, but she copes and simply spreads her legs wider for me.
“Oh, fuck yes. Just like that, Arlo,” she moans, her tone filled with need and relief.
I start pumping my fingers in and out of her, growing aggressive and losing control, anxious to hear the delicious sounds she makes from the pleasure she feels with just my fingers. I study her facial expressions as I perfectly hit her spot, tempting sensual gasps from her lips. I bring mine down near hers, brutalizing her pussy, the sound of her wetness echoing through the room with each strike.
“Your beautiful, classy self sits at the head of this table, all high and mighty, but what arouses me the most is when it's just me and you; you're absolutely powerless,” I whisper, my words oozing with dark pleasure.
I kiss her panting lips forcefully before continuing against them. “For me, you're a needy, degraded slut, and I own every inch of you.”
I push on her throat harshly as I release it before re-crouching in front of her and lowering my head between her thighs, taking her swollen clit between my teeth before fiercely sucking on it while keeping my fingers thrusting inside her.
She clutches my hair tightly between her fingers, her head thrown back, her chest heaving with laboured breaths, and I can feel her clench around me extremely quickly as she releases an intense moan. I annihilate her during her peak, my tongue and fingers working in perfect, brutal harmony.
Her body trembles, and her cries grow louder, echoing off the walls. Just as she reaches the height of her climax, I quickly pull my fingers out and devour her entire exquisite cunt, my tongue lapping up every drop.
I give her one last, firm lick before rising up her body, and she brings her head forward, fully drowsy. As I invade the space between us, her gaze falls to my lips, and she rests her hands on my neck as we kiss fiercely. Our tongues tangle, the taste of her still fresh on my lips. Her hands grip my neck tighter, pulling me closer as she arches against me, as if she can’t get enough and she needs more. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.
We both pause as a knock on the door shatters the heated moment. Wren swiftly lowers her leg, fixing her dress, while I pull back, irritated. My teeth grins as I lean against the table, my eyes still locked on hers, frustration radiating through me.
“What?!” I shout aggressively.
The door creaks open, and I glance sideways at Dominic, who stands there, calm as ever.
"We need you at the spot, Arlo,” he says with an almost urgency.
I barely acknowledge him before my eyes snap back to Wren, who stands between my legs now, staring up at me with that fire in her eyes. A snarl rumbles in my chest as I look down at her, but she isn’t fazed. Instead, she glances over my shoulder, addressing Dominic.
“We’ll be there soon.”
The door closes without another word, and we’re alone again. My attention shifts to her body—the tight dress hugging her curves, her big tits rising and falling as she takes a breath. My hands automatically find her ass, squeezing hard, and she lets out a soft sigh, her lips curling into a seductive smile.
“Let’s get this over with, and then you can take me somewhere to fuck me hard all night long,” she says, giving me the go ahead that she is ready to take me.
Her words send a surge of hunger through me, every dark desire igniting. The thought of bending her over the table right here, right now, nearly drives me over the edge. Without thinking, I lunge forward, aiming for her neck, desperate to taste her perfumed skin.
She laughs, pushing against my chest, throwing her head back, teasing me like she always does. I can feel her writhing against me, driving me mad as I bury my face into the curve of her tits, my tongue trailing over her soft flesh.
“Arlo!” she gasps, her voice half-laughing, half-breathless.
I ignore her protests, my arm wrapping around the middle of her back, pulling her tight against me. My mouth explores every inch of her breasts, biting just enough to make her squirm. But when she pauses, so do I, my eyes flashing upward to meet hers.
