Bella's Beast by LeTeisha Newton

she reached him she slid her hands up his legs before gripping him between
her hands. She licked her way up to the head and sucked it into her mouth. She
twisted her head, gathering saliva in her mouth before letting it run down his
cock. She moved her hands out of the way so that he got wet all over.
    Using
the wetness to make the glide easier she moved both hands on him, moving in the
opposite twisting motion, as she sucked him down her throat.
    “Just
like that,” he said with a moan. She bobbed her head, keeping him wet so she
could glide over him easily. Her tongue worked fiercely over the head of his
cock, taking time to dip a bit into the hole. His thighs clenched against her
thighs and he buried his fingers in her hair. She let him guide her up and down
on his cock.
    “ Mmmm ,” she moaned over his flesh, loving the feel of his
velvet covered steel. He felt alive under her fingers. So
very good in her mouth. She kept sucking him, hollowing out her cheeks
to give him better friction. She let go of him with one hand and lifted his
balls. Still pumping and twisting with one hand she flicked her tongue across
his balls before tracing her way down to the smooth skin underneath. She played
with him there before coming back up
    “Fuck,”
he cursed roughly.
    “That’s
what I had in mind,” she whispered against his dick before she sucked him back
in her mouth. Slowly she stood up, still using her hands on him, and keeping
her mouth moving up and down. The bent over position was a bit awkward, but she
held it. She kissed her way up his stomach, still working her hands, and up and
over his chest. Finally she shifted forward, taking her hands away from his
cock and bracing herself on his shoulders. She stepped forward so that she had
a foot on each side of him and was straddled over him. She wanted tonight to be
special, because she was going to tell him she loved him. She couldn’t keep it
in anymore.
    “I
was thinking how best to tell you what’s been on my mind,” she began, slowly
sinking over his length. She went quiet as she let her head fall back, enjoying
the feel of his thickness touching the sides of her sensitive walls. God, he
felt so good inside of her. She worked herself up and down his length, slow
inch by delicious inch, until she was seated over him.
    “ Elijio —” she started, but he shook his head.
    “Don’t,
Bella. Let’s leave it as it is. We don’t have to say any words,” he argued. He
gripped her hips, and took over control of the motion, moving in and out of her
steadily. The pleasure tried to crash over her but she struggled to keep her
head on right.
    “Why
do you have such a problem with feelings?” she said with a gasp, trying to sill
her hips. He wouldn’t let her, pushing into her harder and faster. She moaned,
gripping his wrists. She had to tell him. He needed to hear it. She knew it.
    “You
don’t have that issue any other time,” she said finally, struggling to speak. “We’ve
talked about everything in the world. Why can’t we talk about this?”
    “You
don’t understand,” He argued. Suddenly he stood up and pulled her off him. She
didn’t have a chance to protest because he was turning her, and bending her
over the table. Between one breath and the next he slammed into her. She
screamed, holding on to the edge of the table for dear life.
    “Make
me understand, Elijio . Take the time. You know I’ll
listen,” she said finally. He wasn’t going to stop her from having this
conversation. This was supposed to be a loving moment. A time
when they told each other how they felt and then came together in that feeling
of love. She tried to express through her body. Tried to show him what
he refused to listen to. She threw her back into his body, forcing him to bend
over her and grip the table alongside of her. She clamped her inner muscles,
tightening until he was gasping. He tucked his face in the curve of her neck,
teeth sinking into her flesh in his favorite