Beast takes my hips in his hands, gripping hard, his jaw clenching, eyes glittering.
“Say it again,” he tells me, but he forgets that I’m the one on top right now.
I slow the roll of my hips and look down at him, a pretty frown blossoming on my mouth.
“Whose husband are you?” I ask, and he lets out this low, deep chuckle that vibrates straight through him and into me.
“Was Cat right? You gonna give me trouble, darlin’?” he asks, but I just give another hard push of my hips against him, and he curses up a sultry storm that has me flushing with pleasure. I love that, seeing how I can get him to break in a way that nobody else can.
“Alright, alright,” he purrs, sliding his hands under the wedding dress in such a way that I can see he’s ready for me to take it off. I grab hold of the hem in tight fingers and then cock a brow, looking down at him with what I hope is a serious expression. “Your husband, hun. Just yours.”
I tear the dress off and toss it aside, loving the flare of heat in his eyes when he sees what I’ve got on underneath.
A white balconette bra that pushes the girls up and makes them look full and plump, ready to spill over the lacy edge of the garment. There’s a single red bow in the center, just a hint of sin to break up the disturbingly virginal white color.
It matches the red bow at the top of the panties, the crotch-less ones that are now soaked straight through. The panties are situated over the garter belt because, if you’re in the know, it’s obvious that’s how lingerie is meant to be put on, so that the underwear can come off and the thigh-highs and garter belt stay.
Beast traces the hard nub of my clit through the lacy panties with the pad of his thumb. All the while, he keeps his gaze on me, holding me captive.
“I didn’t look for a bird with pretty wings just to clip them,” he promises me, and that practiced frown on my face slides away. I don’t want to be practiced or cool or perfect right now.
I just want to be Gidge.
Here, with Beast, I know it’s enough.
“Fuck,” I murmur, and then I move hard and fast until I’m shattering to pieces and coming all over him, drenching him in slick heat as my pussy milks his cock and brings him over the edge along with me.
I collapse forward on top of him, and his arms go around me, a huge hand stroking its way down my back. His lips press against the side of my head, that glorious stubble of his making me wiggle against him.
“If it’s too much, let me know,” he murmurs, but I have no idea what he’s talking about, not until he flips us over again and retreats between my thighs. Beast looks down at my lace-covered cunt, cupping it with his hand and teasing me through the opening in the fabric with his thumb. It’s almost too sensitive right now, still pulsing and throbbing from my orgasm. “Mm, I like the sight of that. My seed dripping right out of that pretty pink pussy of yours.”
He slides his thumb in, and I bite my lip to keep back an embarrassing sound, reaching up with both hands to curl my fingers around the headboard. Beast moves that finger in and out for a moment before removing it. I know what he’s looking at right now: those residual contractions of my cunt, his cum dripping down my ass crack.
I don’t expect him to go down on me now, but he does anyway, scraping his cheek against the fabric of the thigh-highs again with a groan before pressing his hot mouth to the inside of my right leg. Beast takes his time tasting my skin as I lie there and stare up at the wood on the ceiling. There’s a chandelier hanging over us, the glass shades similar to the lamps on the nightstands. It’s turned off right now, but I bet it fills the room with a comforting glow.
My eyes drift closed, relaxation sweeping over me as Beast runs that torrid tongue up my leg toward my pussy, stopping short and redirecting his attention to the other thigh. Nobody could accuse this man of being an inadequate or sloppy lover.
He slides his hands under my ass, cupping both cheeks in strong fingers as he nips and licks at the mostly soft skin on my inner thighs. There’s no indication that my scars bother him as he adjusts his mouth to those shiny pink ridges, kissing and licking across my body as a sigh escapes me.
Can he hear how much relief is in that sound? Beast pauses as if he can sense it and then he, too, sighs heavily against my skin. My entire body breaks out in goose bumps as he rubs his stubble against me.
