Page 32 of Beast's Wife

She spun around in his arms, wrapped hers around the back of his neck, and then she looked up at him and smiled.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She took possession of his lips, and Carver ran his hands down, going toward her ass. She felt the hard ridge of his cock.

Morgan didn’t care how cold it was outside. She needed him, and she let out a growl, to which he responded, and he suddenly bent forward and threw her over his shoulder.

“Carver, stop doing this. I can walk.”

“I know, but I know where I want you.” With that, he slammed into a small shed. He pressed her up against the wall and surprised her more by flicking on a light. It wasn’t a typical garden shed. There were no tools or spider webs. There were a couple of chairs, a table, and a few windows with curtains.

Carver spun her around, pressing her hands above her head, making her hold onto the wall. He lifted the skirt of her dress and tore at the tights she wore.

They still hadn’t changed her wardrobe. She rather liked wearing the dresses he picked out for her. The tights just helped keep her warm and cozy.

He pressed his hand between her thighs the moment the tights were out of the way. She cried out as he pressed two fingers inside her, and she was already wet for him. Closing her eyes, she felt him pump those digits in and out of her, at the same time he twisted so that his thumb stroked across her clit.

She whimpered his name, and Carver growled hers.

“I want you to come all over my cock.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper as he pulled it down. Then she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.

She no longer tensed up when he began to fill her. The pain was long gone, and as several inches were already inside her, she pressed back against him, and he suddenly grabbed her hips. He slammed the last few inches inside her, and she cried out. He was so hard, so deep.

“Touch your pussy, Morgan. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

She pressed her fingers to her clit, and as she started to stroke, Carver began to fuck her, pulling all the way out, then sliding back in.

Closing her eyes, she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to contain the moans. He was so big. He slammed inside her three times, and she cried out. Her orgasm was so close.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. Come all over my cock. Let me feel it. Let me feel you.”

She worked her pussy, sliding her fingers back and forth, building up her orgasm, and she didn’t hold back.

Morgan came hard, and this felt different with his cock buried deep within her tight pussy.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it.”

Carver didn’t stay still.

She played with her pussy until she couldn’t take anymore, and then she stopped, but the pleasure from his sharp thrusts took over. He drove deep.

The pain and pleasure mingled together, and Morgan didn’t know which sensation was the strongest. It felt so good.

And then, she heard his growl, followed by his final thrust. She felt every pulse of his cock as he filled her, spilling his cum deep inside her pussy. Flooding her.

Neither of them moved for several seconds.

She knew she could gladly spend the rest of her life doing exactly this.

Chapter Ten

Morgan had lost count of the number of mornings she’d woken up to some kind of present. In the last few days, she’d woken up to find Carver still in her bed, which she had loved.

This morning, after he made love to her and had given her two orgasms, Carver told her to meet him in the dining room when she finished getting ready. So, her current outfit was a dress, a sweater, and a pair of tights, along with some flat shoes.

The small, flat box on the bed caught her eyes. It hadn’t been there this morning, so Carver must have left it for her to find. She opened the box, and inside she found a very small collar. It was so tiny, she didn’t know if this was supposed to be a joke, something to wrap around her wrist, or if this was for a cat or a tiny dog? She finished getting ready as fast as she could, for whatever Carver had in store for her. Rather than leave the collar back in the room, she held it within her grip and made her way downstairs.

Andy came out of the dining room, and he nodded toward her. She offered him a good morning and then waited a second. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. It made no sense to her at all. She wasn’t afraid of Carver, and everything he’d ever done for her had been to make her life better. Although the gifts had been sweet and lovely, and she loved all of them, she didn’t need them. Her true gift was Carver. To everyone else, this man was a beast, a monster, evil, but to her he was everything.

Entering the dining room, she suddenly came to a stop, as she caught sight of the sweetest thing—Carver, holding a very pale Chihuahua. The tiny puppy looked so content within his grasp. It seemed almost surreal to see Carver holding something so gently.