Page 25 of Beast's Wife

He moved her into the center of the bed. Morgan couldn’t help but look down, and she saw the length of his cock, already hard and proud. Yes, he was big, she had no doubt about it. She’d felt him against her a few times now.

She had heard random conversations between wives and mistresses about the size of men’s penises. It always fascinated how different the two groups of women talked. The mistresses always had a different experience than the wives. But then, most of the marriages were not based on love or lust. They were based on wealth and power. They didn’t marry for love.

There was certainly not a lot of lust in a relationship. The only reason her parents’ marriage worked was because they both had a thirst for … pain. Her mother liked to see other women in pain. Even her brother enjoyed seeing women suffer. Not her. She had hated every moment of it.

Pushing that bad shit out of her mind, she focused on Carver. He moved between her spread legs, and she knew this was going to be it. She was finally going to be his wife.

She watched as he reached down, holding onto his cock, and he got into position. The tip of his cock touched her clit, and she cried out, arching her back. There was such pleasure there, that it distracted her from the panic she was about to feel. Although she wanted to be his wife in every sense of the word, she was also a little afraid of the pain.

She hadn’t lied, though. The pain she felt now was not going to change what she would feel. She didn’t see the point in prolonging it.

He bumped her clit a few more times, and then he slid down and paused at her entrance.

She stared into his dark blue eyes. These eyes filled her with safety, security, and comfort. Yet, the same eyes filled others with fear and dread. How different everyone was.

She would never know fear when it came to her husband. Yet, others were going to know what kind of beast he truly was.

This man would never be her beast. He was her man, her husband.

He slammed forward, and she knew it was going to be the only time he caused her any pain.

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Carver stared down at his wife. He’d already taken her virginity, washed her, changed the bed, and hated himself for causing her so much pain.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

There was a soft smile on her face. Damn, she was so beautiful, and he knew he could watch her forever. He didn’t know how he’d gotten to be so fucking lucky.

“I promised that anyone who hurt you would pay the price. I will have to kill myself,” he said.

“Stop it.” She lifted up and pressed her hand down on his chest, pushing him back to the bed. “Yes, it hurt, and I’m notgoing to pretend otherwise, but the pain didn’t last. And! And! You waited. You didn’t keep going and just get it over with. You waited until I was ready, and you were so sweet and so kind.”

“I’m not a sweet and kind man.”

“I know. You’re not with everyone else, but I have a feeling I’m going to be your exception.” With that, she leaned in and kissed him.

He loved that she wasn’t afraid to talk to him, to be with him. Running his hand down her back, he grabbed hold of her waist, and she let out a scream but didn’t fight him, as he moved her in place to straddle him. His cock was rock hard again. One time with Morgan, and he was ready for round two, possibly even round three.

He watched as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, like she was offering her body to him.

Carver already held her at the hips, and then he slowly stroked his way up her body to cup her full, ripe tits. He held them in his palm. She opened her eyes and then closed them, her face turning into a moan, at the same time she released one.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes.”

She let out a moan and he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself, but he was finding it difficult. He wanted to press her to the bed, spread her legs, and fuck her hard. To feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. Hearing her scream that first time, he’d nearly lost his erection. Morgan in pain did not arouse him. All he wanted to do was take care of her.

He didn’t want her to feel any pain. She’d already felt too much in her short life.

Rubbing his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, he watched as her eyes closed, and then she released a little moan.

“Do you want my cock?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He’d come to notice she loved it when he talked dirty to her, or when he gave her an instruction. Letting go of her tits, he reached between them, guiding her over his dick. He lined the tip up against her entrance and then told her to take over.