Page 4 of Beauty Touched the Beast (Beauty 1)
His fingers spread apart her slick folds.
“I’ll make you feel so much pleasure,” he said. “So much you won’t care that it’s me.”
Wait, what? She tried to push through the haze of her arousal.
“So good you’ll forget it’s me,” he whispered, staring down at her spread legs, entranced. “You won’t regret this. I won’t let you regret this,” he promised.
“Stop,” she gasped out, and he snatched his hand back. “What...what did you say?”
He shook his head and some of the sensual haze cleared from his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Did you…did you want to stop? Are you finished?”
“No, I don’t want to stop,” she said. “I want to keep doing this with you. With you!” She sighed in exasperation.
“Lie down,” she commanded.
He blinked in surprise, but obeyed. Without giving him a chance to reject her, she reached down and grasped his cock again. She sucked him into her mouth.
“Oh god, yes,” he cried, just as he had when he’d pleasured himself with her on his mind. But this time was real. She’d make sure he knew it.
She savored the tangy flavor of his semen as it hit her tongue and breathed in deep the musky, male smell of his groin. His thighs shook. All this power and virility trembled under her mouth. It intoxicated her.
She took him in deep and then pulled back to the tip. In and out. Deeper and deeper.
His cock slid between her lips, back and forth, like a chant. This man was so good and so kind, and yet, was it possible that he questioned his worth because of his scars? It was ludicrous. Those scars, received in battle as a soldier, proved his bravery and honor. It was another example of him protecting others, the way he advocated for unheard groups and causes in his writing.
How dare anyone – how dare he – question his value? He was everything she could ever want in a man.
She loved him.
What the hell? Where had that thought come from?
Her eyes snapped open in surprise only to find him staring at her intently, as if he could devour her with sight alone. He looked fierce and sexy and intimidating. Her eyes widened at the hunger in his eyes.
Through his arousal, he managed a small smile and touched her cheek tenderly. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You don’t have to look.”
He thought she didn’t want to look at him, to see his beautiful face? He thought she wanted to pretend it was someone else licking her, pleasuring her?
She grew angry. Angry at him for doubting himself. He doubted her, too, thinking her that shallow. She was angry at the faceless people who had wounded him, outside and in.
It didn’t have to be like that. She’d show him so. Even if this afternoon was all she had with him, he’d know his worth.
She retaliated by tightening her lips and sucking hard. He bucked his hips and groaned, his eyes sliding closed helplessly.
She continued her onslaught using strong suction and steady thrusts. She took him in deep, too deep. She was practically stabbing her throat, impaling her mouth with his cock, but she didn’t care. She sucked and fucked him that way as hard as she could, as if his cock were her lifeline and maybe it was.
He thrust his hips up jerkily, mindlessly trying to get deeper, push farther. She tried to oblige him, jamming her head down onto him, her lips grazing the hair at the base. And that groan rumbled all the way into her throat. She could have come from the sound alone, if her hands had been free to touch herself, but they weren’t. His cock choked her, but it seemed insignificant compared to this.
When it was over he lay in a post-orgasmic stupor, reaching his hand down for her, seeking connection. She felt a similar sated haze seep into her. She clambered up his body and curled herself up at the crook of his arm.
Chapter 3
Blake wasn’t going to jump her next time she came over. At the very least, it was sexual harassment, what he had done. His mind had even drifted to worse these past few days. What if she hadn’t wanted it? What if she’d felt that she couldn’t say no? It would have been practically rape.
Either way, he should be arrested. Beaten. Someone should kick his ass for taking advantage of her. It was too damned bad that Erin didn’t have anyone to beat the shit out of him. No father, no brothers, no punk-ass college boyfriend, either. She was vulnerable, and he’d been the worst kind of bastard.
When she came in the front door, she called out like she always did. “Mr. Morris, it’s Erin.”
His pulse jumped at her voice. His cock hardened. God, no.
