My sexy isn’t completely gone…
When he begins to feel a little wild and untamed, he knows its his beast coming out. He could control it, but he has no desire to. His beast is feral, taking what he wants when he wants it. His beast wants her.
She stood in the living room, flipping channels on the TV. Nothing good to watch. She walked to the bookcase to find a book she hadn’t read a hundred times. As she reached for a book, she felt a hand grab her hair and shove her into the wall next the bookcase.
Pinned to the wall, she felt him grab the hem of her skirt and lift it over her ass.
Smacking her ass lightly, he growled, “No panties, girl?”
She whispered, “No Sir.”
He grunted in satisfaction before driving his cock swiftly into her now dripping cunt. She pushed her ass out further to grant him better access. She knew not to struggle when the beast came upon him. His arm kept her pinned to the wall, unable to move, as he began to thrust in and out of her.
Grunting and groaning, she gave in to the pleasure of being taken so forcefully. She could feel her juices dripping down her leg. Each stroke into her pussy brought a wet squelching sound, proof of her desire. She coated him in her moisture, allowing him to slide in and out effortlessly. He fucked her harder, faster.
He growled into her ear, nonsense sounds followed by expletives. “You’re my cunt….fucking slut…” It was in that moment a calm descended over. She knew in that moment she was being used. His inner beast needed release, and he used her to obtain it.
This is my purpose, she thought blissfully.
Immobilized against the wall while he took his pleasure from her, she felt at peace. Her cunt throbbed. Her legs ached. His grip in her hair was excruciating. She loved every moment of it. He needed her to sate the beast within, only she could do it for him.
Suddenly, he thrust hard one final time, emptying himself inside her body. As he caught his breath, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. Sweat poured off his body, their mingled cum dripped down her leg and his cock. He kissed her shoulder softly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, smiling.
“Feel better, Sir?” she asked.
His eyes flashed as he responded, “Almost.”