The Beast

22

RONAN

I can't get enough of her. I lose my face against her cunt, licking like I've been dreaming of since I met her. She writhes and moans, wrinkling the sheets below her. I want to keep hearing her moans and the friction of fabric. I want to keep making them clash with the sound of my tongue slurping her pussy.

I grab her knees and drag her down. I'm a mess—my face wet and my dick spilling pre-cum, but I need to fuck her now. If only just briefly before I take her outside against the wall.

"Gentle for now. Gentle, gentle," I whisper to myself like a madman as I lead my tip to her entrance and slowly sink in.

I watch her face for signs of distress, but she reveals nothing, and it drives my cock crazy as it hardens and throbs angrily. Filling her with raw cock is a new experience. I've always used a condom with my mistresses. But now I know what bare pussy feels like. Hazel wraps around me like the fucking gates of heaven. Snaring around my first inch, wrapping me in hot, wet, velvet. There's no rubber between us. Only lust and danger.

I don't even have to ask Hazel to know that she wants me to fuck her raw. This little maid with the eyes of a doe and face of an angel likes risk. That's why she jumped the wall and hopped right into my arms.

I stare at her pussy, obsessed with how my thick cock spreads her pink lips open, filling her like she's never been filled before.

I start a slow pace, rolling my neck back and rubbing her pussy with my thumb as I enter her. She holds her knees wide open for me, willing and eager for every inch. I dig my right-hand nails into my thigh, fighting for restraint as I rub her sexy, delicious pussy and fuck her gently. I grit my teeth as the urge to jackhammer into her sweetness tempts me, but I refuse to be a beast with her. At least not now.

I slip another inch, shocked by her tightness. Shocked that I haven't blown another load yet. I can only pray that when it comes, I'm strong enough to pull out of her on time.

Her mouth forms a small o, and I nearly leave her pussy to fill her mouth instead. After a few more thrusts, I pick up my momentum, getting greedier. Burying those first two inches in her and pumping the many others with my hand.

Hazel looks intrigued about what's building inside her. Exploring the pleasure. It's this devilish curiosity of her that stole my heart—and now my cock.

Fuck.

I pull out of her, yanking out my greedy cock before it floods her pussy.

"Dress. We're going outside. Now."

She scrambles to her knees, running to the closet in search of clothes. I wear my old clothes, struggling to zip my pants with my cock fighting to get back inside Hazel.

She doesn't even have shoes on before I toss her over a shoulder.

"Ronan, your hoodie!" She gasps as leave the room.

I forgot the fucking hoodie. My hair and face are revealed to the world and any unlucky servant that sees me.

"Forget it," I reply as I rush down the hall. I adjust her on my shoulder, planning on using her as a shield if I have to. But I won't be returning to the bedroom. I'm rushing to the wall like a bat out of hell.

We walk past three superior servants, who stare in bewilderment. The rest of the estate servants are in their bedrooms, respecting the curfew. I can't say the same for the poor guards who might catch a glimpse of my cock before I bury it in Hazel. I don't give a fuck who sees me. I'm too lost in lust to entertain reason.

I carry her right past the gate. The guard keeps his gaze low. He probably recognizes my figure—and if that isn't enough, the fact that I'm approaching the gate is a dead giveaway. No one else would dare to go near these gates and risk banishment.

"You're dismissed from your post for thirty minutes," I say as I pass him.

"S—sir?"

"Go!" I tell as I march around the wall. I want Hazel all to myself. I refuse to share the sound of her moans with any male.

I set her down and press her against the concrete wall, nailing her with my erection.

"Now where were we?" I ask, the sound absorbed by the darkness. I can't see her face, but I can feel her heart racing and her breath curling against my face.

"This wasn't exactly my fantasy. But if you fuck me well enough, I will specify."

I yank her pants down and slap her ass once, giving her a taste of pain. She gasps, and then giggles. And for the first time, I realize how truly fucked I am.

I undress immediately, my dick swingling like a fucking radar searching for Hazel's cunt.

I only bother to pull her pants down before I yank her into my embrace. I press my back against the wall, the rough concrete biting into my bare skin. Then I lift Hazel to adjust my cock beneath her. It takes a minute to be fully situated in her. She's tight, but so fucking wet that she swallows me entirely.

I grab her hips and drop her onto my cock gently, building up a pace that she encourages with the wiggling of her hips. I press my face against her chest, sucking her nipple through her t-shirt, desperate as I fuck her until the night ripples with a soft plop-plop-plop sound.

"Fuck," I growl, the sound muffled by my mouthful of breast.

My balls catch fire and a second load of semen bursts out of me. I yank Hazel off me, but not in time. A good amount enters her.

"Ronan!" She gasps, realizing what I've done.

She'll need birth control.

"I'll fix it later," I reply as I align myself at her entrance, ready to fuck her until she orgasms. Ready to go all night, giving her all the semen in my fucking balls and sweat down my back until I'm dehydrated.

I'm disturbed by the sound of leaves rustling. I lower Hazel quickly and fix my pants, pushing Hazel behind me.

"Who's there?" I ask, stepping closer toward the treeline.

I hear the blast of a gun, and my body rocks backward as a bullet slams into my chest. Time slows as I fall backward, and Hazel's scream is cut off as someone drags her away.