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I stiffen and try to fight his hold on my jaw so I can see him. “You are a real predator.”
The words seem to shock him for a second as his eyes widen slightly before they go almost black and narrow on me. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Beauty.”
“I do.”
I don’t want some restrained, worried about breaking me, gentle version of Weston; I want the primal, fuck me hard against a tree in the woods one, and I don’t want there to be any doubt in his mind once he starts that I’m capable of handling it.
He rolls his palm, and I gasp at the little electrical shocks that shoot out from my core.
My legs tremble. “I do.”
Another growl slips from his lips, then he jerks his hand from between my legs, releases my jaw, and tugs my pants and thong down to my knees. The cool, damp air hits my skin right before his palm does, the slap so hard it sends me rocking forward.
A sharp sting spreads across my ass where his hand collided with it, the burn sweet and so damn good that I squeeze my eyes closed and bite my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from whimpering at the ache it causes in my exposed core.
“You need to be more careful what you ask for, Beauty, because I can’t deny you anything.” He trails a finger reverently down my cheek. “If you want The Beast and you ask for it, you’re going to get it.”
I groan and grind back along his hard cock, now trapped between my ass cheeks. He slides his hand around again and slips two fingers up into me easily, spreading me wide without preamble.
“Fuck!” I spasm against the rough bark and clench down, my legs quivering so badly that only his grip on my cunt is keeping me upright. “Pl—”
Somehow, I manage to bite back the plea that dangles on the end of my tongue, one that will likely only set him off more in favor of gasping in a heavy breath.
The cool rain falling around us, punctuated by occasional flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder, only heightens everything, until I can feel every single drop that hits my exposed skin, hear every rustle of leaves, smell the crisp air and that scent that’s all Weston.
He thrusts in and out, curling the rough pads of his fingertips into that perfect spot deep inside me that makes me jerk in his hold. “First, you’re going to come on my hand, Beauty, and after, I’m going to take you against this tree. Then, you’re going to come down my throat as many times as I want. Do you understand me?”
I whimper and nod, and he smacks my ass again with his free hand.
“Good girl.”
The motion of his hand draws all my attention to that spot between my legs. All those things that seemed so intense, so real only seconds ago, disappear. It’s just the movement of his fingers inside me and the heel of his palm rolling over my clit in a fast, brutal, unrelenting rhythm.
My orgasm comes fast and hard.
A bright, blinding light igniting behind my closed lids.
One massive rush of pleasure that overwhelms my body, making me gasp and jerk in his hold, the rough bark scraping my cheek barely registering.
He groans his approval, kissing the corner of my mouth, continuing his ministrations and dragging it out as my pussy ripples and clenches around his fingers violently.
It finally starts to ebb, and I sag against the tree, his strong grip keeping me on my feet instead of face-planting into the wet dirt.
His tongue slides over my cheek, licking off the rain that trickles over my skin, and he pulls his fingers from me and runs them along my lips. “Open.”
I do as he commands, and he slips them into my mouth.
“Do you taste how incredible you are? You understand why I can’t get enough of this?” He growls, grinding his cock against me. “Why I can’t give you up?”
All I want is to be able to tell him I feel the same, that I can’t imagine leaving him or this place, but showing him is my only option.
I groan and suck on his fingers the same way I want to do on his cock, something he hasn’t let me do yet. And knowing this man, he may never let me. He seems more intent on torturing me with pleasure than taking his own most of the time.
“Fuck…” His groaned curse floats through the air, and he tugs his fingers from my mouth and grips my chin again with them. “You are mine, Beauty.”
His other hand shifts behind me, and he angles my hips back and drags the head of his cock through my slick folds, then aligns himself and drives home in one swift motion that completely steals my breath.
Chapter Twenty
