Page 82 of Untamed Beast
“You’re not on birth control, right?”
I shake my head. There’s never been any reason for me to take it — men were hardly allowed in the same room as me.
“You know that you could get pregnant?”
I reach for Leks’s face and pull him down to my mouth. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not so virginal that I don’tknow what sex does, Leks. I want you to give me every part of you, whatever the consequences. I don’t care.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he breathes, driving his cock into me in a way that knocks the air out of my lungs. “Since when did you have such a filthy mouth?”
“I learned from the best,” I gasp.
Leks loops one of my legs over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of my ankle, and drives into me. He hits a spot inside me that makes me lose the ability to speak.
I’m so full of him that I can barely think straight. He’s fucking me fast and rough now, pulling my hips towards him, pinning me in place so that I have to take his thrusts all the way.
I lose myself around him, my head falling back to the pillow as my orgasm spreads a tingling weight through every limb.
“Fuck, Natalia. I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
My eyes flutter open to see his face utterly gone with pleasure. He’s panting with arousal, his torso slicked with sweat as he pounds into me.
It’s only now that I realize how restrained he’s been.
He’s fucked my face, he’s made me come seven times in one night, he’s handled me roughly — but he has never been so out of control that he can hardly talk.
He’s never looked the way he does during one of his fights, primal instinct instead of man.
“Is this okay?” He manages to grunt. “Fuck. You’re. Just. So. Tight.”
“Leks,” I gasp as another orgasm hits me out of nowhere, heat exploding at my core. He can feel it too, his face cloudingwith pleasure and his thrusts becoming more determined. He bottoms out inside me. Again and again and again.
Until he fills me up with a rush of hot seed that is absolute bliss.
“Oh my God.” I gasp when we’re done, loving the feeling of being filled with him. Claimed by him.
“Fuck,” he groans, crushing me into the mattress as he finally relaxes, spent. “Fuck,zolotse, there’s so fucking much.”
Leks rolls over and pulls me on top of him, stroking lazy patterns on my skin. Goosebumps follow his touch.
I just fucked my husband. I kiss him and he pulls me tight against him.
“Was that okay, Natalia?” His murmur is rough with affection. “If you didn’t, you ca?—”
“Shut up,” I tell him. “I loved it. Can we do it again?”
He chuckles, showing me his hardening cock. “We sure can, babygirl. As long as it doesn’t hurt you.”
I can’t help but think that even if it did hurt, I’d still want him to keep going.
I stroke his length, which is slick with a combination of both of us. He watches with hooded, hungry eyes.
“That’s enough,” he growls when I slide down to taste him. “I’ve wanted that tight little cunt for long enough that your mouth is not a good enough replacement today.”
His hands grip my waist and he lifts me up so that I’m seated on top of his hardness. I give a few rolls of my hips and he hisses.
“You’re a little tease,zolotse. Don’t play innocent right now.”
With one hand on his cock and the other on my hip, he pushes the tip inside me.
