Page 63 of Awakening the Beast
Lying in the big hotel bed, I gaze up at the ceiling, taking in the luxurious décor and the huge chandelier. The rising sun attempts to shine through the crack between the curtains of the balcony, casting a soft light on Wren beside me. My focus turns to her as soon as I hear her breathing pick up, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I take in the sight of her lying on her back, naked beneath the white sheet that covers her hourglass figure. With her face turned slightly toward me, her eyeballs dart around behind her lids, her soft brown hair veiling half of her face. She is having a nightmare, which isn’t anything new. She still suffers from them now and again, though not as frequently as time has moved on, thankfully.
I gently turn on my side, resting on my elbow as I gaze down at her, carefully brushing the hair away from her face with the tips of my fingers to see her more clearly. As the nightmare intensifies, I do something I’ve had to do many times since my return, but this time, I’m going to go a step further in an attempt to push her away from her trauma. Her mind and body need to know that I am back, and I am not going anywhere.
Lightly licking my lips, I dip my face down to hers, capturing hers with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. She breathes in deeply through her nose before letting out a soft moan, her lips pressing eagerly against mine. As our mouths open, our tongues collide on instinct, and I shift, moving between her legs as her arm snakes around my shoulders. Our kiss deepens, and I grind my cock against her bare pussy, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist. Our naked bodies move in a rhythm that gets me solid.
I slip my hand behind her head, taking a big handful of her hair and tilting it back, trailing a path of hot kisses down her jaw and neck, causing her to gasp.
“I’m here, beautiful and you’re going to come on my cock. I’m fucking hard for you. Let’s rock you out of that nightmare and make it become a dream of euphoria,” I growl into her ear.
My other hand lowers between us, gripping my stiff, throbbing cock before aligning it with her slick entrance. With one smooth stroke, I slide myself inside her cunt, both of us groaning from the sensation. When my pierced tip hits her cervix, I draw back before driving in deep again.
I start to fuck her slowly at first, stretching her pussy out and burying my dick as far as I can, forcing her legs to part wider beside me. My tongue and lips smother her neck in unison, her nipples grazing over my tattooed skin.
I fucking love the feel of my wife. She feels so good. Every contour, her full lips, big tits, and curvaceous body are such a fucking turn-on, but even more so now she’s the mother of my child. The way her warm cunt is always tight around me, but thewetter she gets with each stroke. Her moans grow louder as she claws her nails down my back. I hiss, the sensation turning me feral, and I lift my head, gazing down at her. Her eyes roll as my rhythm gets more forceful; her lips parted.
“Be rougher with me, Arlo. I’m not fragile anymore and you know how much I love it when you turn me into your little slut,” she breathes out, her heavy eyes catching mine. “Destroy me, baby, show me how much you missed this, missed me. Fill my pussy with your cum.”
Her filthy mouth makes my balls tighten up, a tingle shooting through my cock and my gaze darkens, my eyes dropping to her lips, “You’re gonna get pregnant again, you greedy fucking slut, if I keep filling you the fuck up.” I warn her.
She moves her hand from my shoulders and presses her fingers through the back of my hair, my persistent thrusts in her pussy not stopping while we breathe heavily.
“Harder. So much harder.” She demands breathlessly, leaving no room for argument.
I stifle a beastly growl, swiftly sitting up, and as I make my way off the bed, I wrap my arm around the bottom of her back, lifting her effortlessly. I carry her toward a small table that holds the hotel phone and some other contents and drop her ass on it with a thud.
I hungrily capture her lips with mine, sucking and nipping her lips, forcing her to lean back on her hands from the aggression storming through me. My grip tightens on her hips, yanking her closer to the edge with a forceful pull. I take each of her legs, positioning them on my shoulders before reaching down,gripping my slick, solid dick, guiding the tip back to her pussy. I slide inside with one smooth, quick stroke, causing her head to snap back, a scream tearing from her throat.
The sound drives me fucking wild, and I waste no time, placing my hands on each side of her, leaning over her body and gripping the table's edge behind her for more leverage to pound into her like she wanted. The movement causes her legs to sit extremely high on my shoulders, and I attack her neck, devouring the delicate skin, as I begin smashing my cock into her.
Her sensual screams fill the room, each thrust eliciting a new sound of pleasure from her lips. The sound of my hips and balls crashing against her ass add to the filthy melody we create, merging with my own groans of satisfaction. The table creaks beneath us, smashing against the wall from my powerful thrusts, threatening to give way under the weight of my brutal fucking, but I don't care. The friction between us is everything I crave, every movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her legs tense and shake on my shoulders, her body trembling with the intensity of her impending orgasm.
“Oh, god, yes,” she moans, breathy and desperate. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I growl in response, my pace quickening as I feel her walls grip me tighter. I watch her every movement, how her brows crease, eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide open. The way her big tits bounce wildly to the rhythm and how her golden skin glistens with a shine of sweat, memories that will forever be seared into my sick fucking mind.
The sensation of her cunt is almost too much to bear, but I push through, determined to bring her to the edge and beyond. I can feel her getting closer, her screams growing even louder, more urgent. I shift my angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside her, and she cries out, her long nails clawing at the dark wood of the table.
With a final, desperate scream, she comes, her body convulsing around me. The sensation of her soaked pussy coating my balls and the way she pulses around me, pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into the ecstasy, my release crashing through me like a shockwave. I bury my face in her tits, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I ride out the aftermath of our shared climax.
I trail firms kisses up her chest and throat, utterly consumed by her. When I lift my head, she does as well, our eyes meeting in a silent understanding. I swallow, taking in her pretty, flushed features, mesmerized by her. Fucking obsessed.
I eventually lower her legs so I can pull her body close to mine. Her arm finds my shoulders, wrapping around it tightly as I grab her asscheeks, lifting her again. I take her to the bed, lying her on it and I come down with her between her legs. Her fingers lace through my hair as she searches my eyes and every time she’s like this, she fills my dark soul in a way she’ll probably never understand.
Her legs wrap tangled around my waist as her gaze bores into mine, “What you said about before. Is that what you want? Do you want me to carry another baby for you?” she whispers.
I feel my body pause at her words, thinking about all the stuff I missed out on when she was pregnant with Lumi. How I wasn’t there for her and how I would have loved to see her bump grow every day. How her skin would radiate. How she prepared for whats to come and the way her face got excited when she would have bought baby shit. How she must have got Cree ready for the change.
I raise an eyebrow, breaking the tension. “Is this your way of telling me that you now have a fucking breeding fetish? Do you want to keep popping my kids out of your tight pussy for me, is that it?” I snarl, lighting the mood.
Her brown eyes glitter with laughter, and a big smile spreads across her face. She lifts her head, her lips brushing against mine. “What I want is you, our family, no matter how big or small. I’ll have whatever fucking fetish you want me to have. But what I love most is when I feel you dipping that big dick of yours in the furthest depths and releasing your warm cum inside me. If all of that means I will continue popping your kids out of my pussy, so be it,” she murmurs, her warm breath skating over my skin.
I just stare at her, my heart slamming against my chest as her heavy lids close, tilting her to the side and softly moving her lips over mine, “I love you, baby. I missed you so much and all I want is every part of you.”
“And the business?” I ask and her eyes gradually open, but I continue, “Three kids or more and you still want to work alongside me?”
I notice she swallows hard, placing her head back down on the pillow, the moment almost shattered, but I need to know her thought process in all of this.
