Her body tensed up, but she felt this swirling ache deep inside. When he bit down, she gave a cry at the sudden burst of pain, but it felt really good as he tongued her tit. He spent so long on one breast, driving her crazy. He moved his tongue down the valley of her breasts, moving to her next and giving that tit the same pleasure.
She wriggled beneath him, needing the pressure to be released. Something was happening to her body. She’d never felt this way before, and it was … amazing.
Arching up against him, she wanted something between her thighs.
When he let her breasts go, she let out a whimper.
He chuckled. “All in good time, Abriana.”
He kissed down her body, his lips creating a fire, and when he moved between her thighs, she had no idea what he was going to do. He held her open. His fingers held her sex, and then his tongue slid between and she cried out. The sounds erupting from her shocked her.
He sucked on her clit, his tongue repeatedly flicking back and forth. The pleasure, and that was exactly what it was, pleasure, flooded her body and made her ache in all the right places.
Ugly Beast controlled her body, using it against her for his own needs.
She felt the moisture between her thighs, and knew she was close to orgasm, close to that mystery thing that her father’s dead mistress had told her about. The orgasm that they said drove women wild when men got it right. That it wasn’t to be afraid of. To find it, to take it because there were few men in the world who even gave a fuck that a woman was having a good time.
Something was building inside her body.
It was amazing.
She cried out as her entire body peaked, thrust over the edge, and fell into orgasm. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, not that she’d gotten the chance to experience a lot.
Her entire body felt on edge and at the same time, like molten lava. She was wet.
Ugly Beast moaned his approval against her pussy. He didn’t linger there long. His fingers ran through her slit, and he nodded.
“Now, you’re ready.”
“Ready?”
Her voice didn’t sound like her own.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come.”
Ugly Beast moved between her thighs. She didn’t know how it was possible for her to feel so small against him. He was big, and so was his cock that brushed her thigh.
In the bathroom, it hadn’t looked so scary, whereas now, well, it felt terrifying. He held himself above her, but she didn’t dare look at him, or his … length.
He stared into her eyes, but his hand moved between them. The tip of him glided between her slit, bumping her clit.
She gasped out at the sudden burst of pleasure. It was scary, even with the fear of what he was about to do.
“This is going to hurt,” he said.
She nodded.
“Your blood has to be on the sheets.”
“I know.”
“You’re wet. It won’t hurt for long.”
“Is that why you…”
“Licked your pussy?” he asked. She nodded. “Yes. I don’t lick a woman’s cunt.”
“Why not?” She wanted to cover her face, but her hands were still above her head, waiting for the next instruction.
“Most women have ridden a guy bareback. I’ve no interest in tasting another man’s cum.”
Her face heated. She knew what he was talking about. Was that double standards? From what the dead ex-mistress told her, men liked to fuck a woman’s throat. She really needed to stop thinking about this.
She cried out. Moving her hands from above her, she grabbed his chest at the sudden burst of pain.
The fire between her thighs scared her, terrified her.
Ugly Beast didn’t let her go. He grabbed her hands, which she’d started to hit him, trying to get him off. To stop him from coming anywhere near her. He held her to the bed, and tears blurred her vision. He’d pushed inside her while she was distracted, only he wasn’t finished. He thrust in further, and she screamed. The pain was completely different from the beatings she’d taken at the hands of her father.
She’d never felt anything like this inside her. It hurt but in a different way from her flesh being kicked and hurt.
“I’m nearly in,” he said, whispering the words against her ear.
She wanted this to be over.
He slammed inside her, and she couldn’t help it.
“Please, stop.” She sobbed out each word.
He held himself still within her. It didn’t matter now as he held her close to him, but his cock was pulsing inside her.
Ugly Beast pulled up, and she looked at him, hating that he’d given her pleasure and turned it into pain.
This was what women had to go through. Even the dead ex-mistress had told her a woman’s first time was painful. None of them had been wrong.