My thighs spread willingly, wrapping around his huge body as he bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth.
“Ask me.”
It doesn’t sound like a request.
I swallow hard, lids fluttering as I try to keep them open. I want nothing more than to close them and let myself drift away on a dark river, drowning underneath the harsh current. That’s what Beast is, a mighty river meant to carry me away.
“Hurt me so good that I forget everything else,” I murmur, pushing thoughts of Gaz and Cat from my mind. Old, ugly memories. New, persistent threats. “Hurt me, Beast.”
He reaches down and grabs a lever on the side of the seat, making it lean back at a forty-five-degree angle so that he can cover me with his body. His tongue slides along the edge of my jaw until he’s biting my ear with a growl. His left hand slides up and underneath my shirt, seeking my breasts through my bra. As soon as his fingertips glide across the lace of one cup, he digs into it and tears a hole in the delicate fabric. The hard, pert point of my nipple ends up between his rough fingers, rubbing and pinching as I groan with reckless abandon.
There’s nobody out here to listen.
Nobody out here to hear me scream.
The farmhouse is far enough away from the main clubhouse, and the only people in it are Grey and Reba. They can both watch for all that I give a shit. Guess we’ll be testing the Escalade, just to see if the shocks can absorb a little bounce.
When Beast kisses me again, I bite his lip, and he lets out a small, gruff laugh, grabbing my chin in his right hand and making me gasp. He never stops playing with my nipple, igniting this line of fire between my chest and my cunt. I can feel a needy pulsing and throbbing between my legs, and I want his huge cock to fill it.
My husband’s cock, I think, and the idea thrills me just as much as it freaks me out.
Sin asked me who I would take on that fictional trip of mine. It’s a valid question.
Would I take Beast with me?
Oh yeah.
“This is why I like you, Gidge,” he purrs against my ear, rubbing his cheek against mine again. “The only woman strong enough to be my wife.” He pulls back just slightly, pushing my shirt up and over my breasts. Beast drops his hot mouth to my exposed nipple, and I almost choke on the rush of pleasure, digging my nails into the back of his head and pulling him against me.
He sucks me hard enough to make me see stars, and then he bites down, and I really do scream—but with pleasure, not pain. I hold him against me as he works my breast up until my nipple’s on fire, and then switches to the other side. This time, he leaves the lace where it is, flicking his tongue against the hardened bud and making me arch up against him.
“Maybe we should go inside?” I whisper, but Beast ignores me, taking his time with my breast before kissing down my still-flat stomach. His fingertips graze the waistband of my cherry red leather pants.
“No.”
Just that one word.
My new husband unbuttons and unzips me, taking hold of the waistband and yanking the pants over my hips. My skin is mottled with bruises from the blast, but Beast protected me from the worst of it with his body. He may as well drape himself across me all over again, full circle and all that.
With my pants around my ankles, Beast grabs my hips and turns me over, pressing me into the reclined back of the chair. My arms wrap around the headrest as he undoes his own jeans, pressing the hot head of his cock against my tight opening. I can’t spread my legs now that my pants are in the way.
Beast braces his right hand on the edge of the still-upright seat to our right, thrusting into me with one hard, fast motion of his hips.
It’s almost too much.
He’s huge, and I’m tight, and it’s been days.
I bite my lower lip, my teeth finding the same indentation that Beast left with his own teeth.
“Wait, wait,” I breathe out, but he puts his mouth up against my neck and licks the side of it.
“You can handle me, Gidge. You’re the only one,” he tells me, and then he begins to move, and that sharp prick of pain very quickly becomes overwhelming pleasure as my body stretches to accommodate him.
“When did you know …” I whisper, choking on the words, burning to ash on the inside. My phone buzzes, but I ignore it. Beast’s buzzes. He ignores his, too, which probably isn’t a very smart thing to do. I’m not sure either of us gives a shit in that moment.
