There is no club.
There are no other men.
It’s just me and him, his body buried inside of mine, that coiled fury of his pumping into me with each hard thrust, pinning me to the seat. I can feel the SUV shaking with each movement, creaking slightly.
“When did I what, darlin’?” he purrs against the side of my neck, biting me again and causing my hips to buck back against him of their own will. I swear, I take him even deeper then and he readjusts one hand to my hip to hold me there, forcing himself in another inch.
I cry out, squeezing the leather seat for support. Is that it? I hope that’s it. I hope it’s not.
Beast fucks me so hard and deep that I swear, I can feel him moving in my belly. I have to bite my lip yet again to try to stifle the guttural, almost animal-like moans spilling from my throat.
I’ve always been bad. I’ve always liked sinful things. And this? A supposed communion of husband and wife, something that’s supposed to be sacred in certain circles. And we’re managing to make it dirty and raw as fuck.
“Sugar,” Beast repeats, almost a warning. He slows the movement of his hips so that I can talk. Still, my voice is breathy and weak, twisted up with sex and need.
“When did you know you wanted me?” I whisper, feeling my body pulse and clench around him, milking him. I’ve got such a greedy cunt, trying for more seed when it’s clearly had enough. I push back against him anyway, just to feel my ass press against his sweaty skin.
Beast strokes a hand over the round shape of my ass, and then reaches up to wrap that same hand over my mouth.
“As soon as you looked me dead in the eye and begged me to fuck you without a hint of fear. That’s when.” He thrusts in hard and deep, and my sounds of wild abandon are stifled by his palm over my lips. Beast fucks me so vigorously, so desperately that I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. Everything is feral and unhinged, and I just want more of it, more of him. Harder, faster.
The frenzy inside of me coils up, unfurling like a whip and making me scream again. I can feel the orgasm hit me like a freight train, and then my body’s squeezing and wrapping Beast’s, drawing him deeper, making him curse.
He pulls out so abruptly that I fall against the seat in complete shock, still quivering and shaking from the aftershocks of the orgasm.
“I need a minute, Gidge,” he tells me, and then he’s kicking the door open and buttoning his pants up as he takes off. I stare after him while I struggle to swallow and breathe, shakily turning myself around and slumping in the seat so that I can fix my own pants.
I follow after him because, like I said before, I love the taste of sin on my tongue.
“Beast.”
I find him behind the house, one hand on the wall, his head hanging down. He’s breathing hard, like he’s trying to collect himself, to bring back that cool, calm assuredness he wears so well. Sin said he wasn’t sure if Beast ever fucked anyone, if he even cared about such earthly pursuits.
I see that it’s the exact opposite.
He cares a lot; he lets sex carry him away on a river of fire.
He cares too much, so maybe he didn’t screw a lot of groupies. I can’t imagine it. I just can’t.
“Give me a minute, hun,” he says, and the nickname melts my heart. It doesn’t come across in a sweet, cloying sort of way like it does when Reba says it. There’s an edge there that makes my pussy clench so tight that I end up wrapping a hand over my crotch and squeezing.
He sees me do it and curses, turning away, like he might take off again.
I move after him and grab onto his arm; he whips a sharp warning look back at me.
“I mean it: Gidge. Back off.”
“No.”
I release his arm, but I just stand there, shaking and panting, wearing his ring and his jacket. I cross my arms obstinately.
“I won’t,” I continue, fully confident in my position. “I’m your wife now, not just some hot fuck. If I want to follow you, I damn well will. It’s my right.”
Beast growls at me, and then he’s grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. I end up with my cheek pressed to the side of the house, his other hand wresting my pants down over my ass. He mounts me unceremoniously and ruts me into the wall, hard and fast and violent.
If this is what he was running from, then I’m glad I gave chase.
“I love it,” I murmur, even with my arm trapped, and my face pressed to the wall. “More. Fuck me harder.”
