Beauty Submits To Her Beast by Sydney St. Claire Read Free Book Online Page A

couldn’t chance her changing her mind. Not yet. He needed her unlike he’d ever needed or wanted anyone else. For three weeks, he’d thought of her, of this weekend and claiming her. Since seeing her photos, she’d haunted his dreams, leaving him aching and on edge. He needed her in a way that both thrilled and scared him. His hands roamed her body, following the sweet curves of her waist and hips, his palms gliding over her soft skin and around to her back to dip over the swell of her ass. He pulled her close, sandwiched his cock against her belly and rubbed.
    Her throaty moans reassured him that her moment of panic was past. He lifted his head, stared into her eyes, noting the warring emotions. His fingers dug into her twin cheeks. “Good, Belle,” he murmured when she gave no further protest. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
    “My hands?” Her voice was shaky yet hopeful.
    He grinned. “I was thinking of my mouth.” He dropped slowly and carefully to his knees. The leather scraped against his scarred thigh. He shoved the pain aside and urged her feet apart. Inches from her crotch, he inhaled the musky scent of her arousal and stared at her glistening dark curls that hid the treasure he sought. A glimmer of pink teased and tantalized. His hands skimmed along the insides of her thighs, his fingers brushing over her mound of thick, springy dark hair as he framed her sex and peeled her open as though she were a precious gift.
    He lost himself in the view of Caitlin’s slick pussy. She was wet, her clit swollen and peeping from its protective hood. He scraped the pad of his finger across that sensitive nub.
    She sucked in air and thrust her hips forward. Damon, unable to resist, touched his tongue to her. He breathed in her warmth, and the taste of her cream exploded in his mouth. His intent to tease her fled beneath the raging need coiling inside him. He licked between her swollen lips and didn’t stop until he reached the grand prize.
    Gripping her hips, he circled that sweet nub as though it were a tasty treat he planned to enjoy for a long time, but after two slow, lazy licks, he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard and deep.
    She bucked and screamed his name. His balls tightened and jumped once more. His cock throbbed, the blood flow making him bob like a buoy in the ocean. In his ears, the roar of lust rose and merged with her whimpers and cries, forming a chorus of melodies and harmonies.
    Caitlin’s hips circled, thrust, and demanded. Damon lifted his head and dipped his thumb inside her pussy. She was wet, and when she contracted her muscles, she drew him into her moist sheath. He withdrew his thumb and eased two fingers inside. She moaned, and her body pulsed and coated him with womanly juices.
    He loved how easily she responded, how she put her trust in him. His gut clenched at the sight of his fingers sliding into her hot pussy, and the way she contracted around him left him breathless. She protested when he stopped.
    “Look at me,” he ordered.
    Her eyes were smoky with passion, her features contorted in a mask somewhere between pain and pleasure as he plunged deep. He rotated between slow teasing strokes and fast, furious pumps.
    She threw her head back and cried out. Her breathy mews continued, broken by an occasional gasp, moan, or harsh scream as he fucked her. She whimpered and begged.
    Not enough. Blind need. For him . He needed that from his sweet Belle.
    Sweat gathered and pooled at the base of his spine. Need churned in his balls. The pain of denial left him breathless. He yearned to shove his cock deep into her slick pussy, feel her tight sheath fist him, squeeze, and take from him as much as he planned to take from her.
    Tipping his head back, he delved between her moist lips. She was liquid satin. He circled and rubbed her clit with the tip of his tongue.
    Caitie’s knees shook as intense need flooded her body. He fucked her hard and deep, sending her higher and farther.