The Beauty's Beast

by Eddie Cleveland

  “No,” she says quietly.

  “What?” I heard her, but I’m hoping my ears are mistaken.

  “No, you can’t come to bed with me.”

  So much for not hearing her right.

  “Because I want you right here. Right now.” She presses her tits into me. She’s not wearing a bra, her dark nipples are little diamonds under her flimsy top, begging me to suck on them. I slide my hand down her back and under the edge of her shorts, grabbing her fat cheek in my hand tight, I push her against my hardening cock.

  “Listen to me, Lauren. You need to know that this is what you want, you understand? You’re always going on about how you’re not one of my fan-club bimbos or whatever, and you’re right, you’re not.” I wrap my hand in her coarse hair and firmly kiss her, squeezing her beautiful ass until she squirms up against my cock.

  Fuck she feels good. I can’t wait to feel her tight pussy again. I can smell her desire and it takes more willpower than I knew I had not to pull her little shorts down to her knees, whirl her around and fuck her against the wall.

  I pull my lips away from hers and Lauren sighs, her eyes still closed. “What’s wrong?” She flutters them open.

  “Nothing is wrong. I just need to know, right now, if you’re ready to move on with your life. Cause, when we fuck. Not if, when, I’m not interested in having you for a night. I can get that from any girl. Hell, I can get it from a group of them, at the same time if I want.”

  Fire flashes in her brown eyes and her lips turn downward. “I’m well aware of your reputation, Mack.”

  “Good, cause it’s all true. I’m sure I’ve earned every word of it. Listen to me, I’m not telling you this to make you jealous,” I smile, “even though it’s awfully cute on you.”

  “I’m not jealous,” she lies, looking to the side.

  “Good, because I don’t want those girls. I want you. Only you, you understand? I need you to be ready to move on because when I fuck you, I’m making you mine, Lauren. I won’t ever just watch you leave my life again.”

  “I never left you the first time. You left me.” She’s still pouting. Her lips sticking out at me, it’s so cute. I grab her chin and kiss her again and her pout melts like butter on my lips.

  “You’re right,” I whisper, “and I won’t be leaving you again either. So, do you still want me?” I slide my fingers between her ass cheeks and push them forward until they dip into her soft, wet pussy. She’s dripping for me, there’s no denying what she wants, and I’m only too happy to give it to her, if she’ll agree.

  “I do. I really do,” she moans, pressing her mound down against my hand.

  I pull my hand back out of her shorts and wrap both my hands around her thighs, gripping them tight and pulling them open around me, I lift her off the ground and guide her legs around my waist. I walk her back across the floor toward the couch. “Good, cause I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t move anymore,” I growl.

  26

  Mack

  2014

  I toss Lauren down onto the sofa and she gives a little squeal. She flops down and her head falls back against the cushion. I’m not waiting for a special invitation. Before she even has a chance to lift her head back up, I climb on top of her, straddling her legs between mine. I hold her brown hands in mine and pull her up toward me until she’s sitting pinned underneath me.

  Lauren looks up at me with the same excitement she had in her eyes when we were teenagers. I remember how she made me wait until she officially turned eighteen before she’d let me fuck her. I mean, every teenaged boy practically spends a third of their life jerking off, but with her making me wait, it probably went up to fifty percent of my time.

  The first few times I had her, I didn’t have a clue how to really make her cum. I was just a dumb kid, fumbling in the darkness of inexperience. Now my blindfold has been lifted and I’m gonna show her that all these bimbos she’s been getting jealous of have served their purpose.

  She’ll be sending them thank you cards.

  “I can’t move,” Lauren looks up at me coyly. The twinkle in her gorgeous brown eyes tells me she isn’t complaining.

  “Good, I’ve got you right where I want you.” I gather the fabric of her shirt over the edge of my fingers and pull it up off her body as she lifts her hands over her head to make it easier for me.

  Her big tits bounce slightly when she drops her arms back by her sides, like they’re taunting me. Daring me to take her. I slide my hands under her sweet ass and release her from the leg lock I’ve been holding her in. I scoop her beautiful ass up off the couch and plop her down on my throbbing cock.

  “Oh!”

  I don’t give her a chance to think or to speak. Just feel. Dropping my head, I lick her perfect, almond skin from her collar bone to her mahogany nipple. Closing my lips around it, she moans to the ceiling, throwing her head back. I softly pucker my lips around her little diamond tip and flicker my tongue, gently battering her nipple. I glance up at her and graze the sharp edge of my teeth against her.

  “Ahh,” she yelps, but she grinds her hot little pussy down against my hard cock, still confined by these stupid jeans. I’ve never hated anything as much as I hate these pants right now.

  I immediately give her little pebble another soft swish of my tongue, kissing it better before I move my head over and start doing the same thing to her other perfect nipple.

  Fuck she’s sexy. I can’t tell you the amount of women who’ve dressed up or brought friends to the party just to get me half as excited as Lauren wearing a simple pair of booty shorts.

  Her hands slide down over my shoulders and I feel the sharp tips of her nails dig into my skin as she twists her hips on top of me. I don’t expect the burst of pain as she scrapes her nails across my flesh until I can feel the little cuts she’s leaving on my back.

  “Hey!” I stop teasing her full tits and look up at her smirking face.

  “What?” She bats her eyelashes like a doll, “two can play that game,” her pink lips turn up into a sultry smile.

  “Oh, is that so? We’ll just see about that,” I grab her hands and wrap my hand around both her wrists so she can’t pull that little stunt again. Not unless I want her to.

  Pulling her arms high above her head, I throw her down onto the couch under my control. I’ll let her use them again, when I decide what I want her to do to me. Until then, she’s gonna lie here and squirm under me until she can’t take anymore.

  “God, Mack, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Please let me see you? Let me feel you inside me,” she begs.

  “You’re not ready yet,” I let my eyes feast on her shamelessly. Savoring every inch of her skin from her long neck to her perky tits.

  She’s too sexy, and the crazy part is, she doesn’t even know it. Not like I do. Most women who look half as good as Lauren are used to every guy chasing them down. They get an attitude that she doesn’t have. She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever met, and she’s still so down to earth. She defies logic and rules. There are no games with her, no laws. Hell, even lying on her back, her perky tits seem to defy the law of gravity, so maybe she is some kind of magic.

  And she’s mine.

  My eyes’ gaze is interrupted rudely by the fabric of her little shorts, covering her modestly.

  I’ve got no fucking time for modesty.

  “Keep your hands up,” I growl, releasing her wrists from my grasp. Lauren bites her pouty bottom lip and nods in response. “Good girl,” I love a woman who knows when to challenge me and when to let me have my way.

  I drag my fingertips down her ribs and over her little belly, protruding a little in the way a woman’s body does once she’s carried a child. Perfectly curved. I dig my fingers under the hips of each side of her shorts and tug them down to her knees in one quick pull.

  The little patience I’ve had is rewarded as I look down onto her glistening pussy. With just a short trim of hair covering her, and her sweet nectar ripe for savoring, she lo
oks like the sweetest peach ready to be devoured.

  I quickly look into Lauren’s eyes and she watches me intently, her arms still perfectly still above her head. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure I get you ready.”

  I pull her little shorts down the rest of her legs and toss them over my shoulder onto the floor. Sliding down between her thick thighs, I pinch my fingers into the meat of her legs as I hold them open wide. Her pussy is totally exposed now, the dark brown of her petals contrasting against the soft pink of her sensitive nub.

  I bury my face between her thighs and pull one of her dark lips into my mouth, tugging it softly as I let my tongue tease her sweet clit. She tastes like heaven. And I should know, I caught a glimpse of it in the desert. Funny how in the moment I was facing death, I saw her. She must be my eternal life.

  I circle my wet tongue over her nub as she tries to twist her hips in anticipation. My hands have her pinned to the couch though, and as long as she doesn’t move her arms, she’s completely under my power.

  Sliding my tongue down the length of her pussy, I spread her fat cheeks and dip my lips between them until I have my tongue pressed against her tight asshole.

  Lauren gasps and she stiffens out under my hands. But she doesn’t tell me to stop or say she doesn’t like it. She just seems surprised. I flicker my tongue against her until she’s squirming and bearing down against me. I slide back up to her sweet clit just to keep her on the edge.

  I finally let go of her thigh and push my fingertip into her pussy, feeling her muscles contract around me, trying to milk me.

  In good time, baby.

  God, she’s still so fucking tight! She hasn’t changed since she was eighteen.

  I know I can’t wait much longer to make her mine. I need to feel her tight pussy around my cock. My lips close around her clit and I suckle it lightly as I flutter my tongue against her relentlessly. Lauren is gasping and breathing a string of incoherent words. The way her walls keep gripping down on my finger, I can tell she’s very close.

  “Mack! Oh, my God!” Her body tightens up under me, every muscle contracting as she cums for me.

  I pull my head away, knowing how sensitive she’ll be after that, but keep thrusting my finger inside her as I watch her pant for air. Her hairline is covered in tiny droplets of sweat and she has the arms I told her not to move thrown over her eyes. I’ll let it go this time. Clearly she needs a minute.

  Lauren moves her arm and smiles down at me bashfully. Her hips keep climbing to meet my finger rhythmically fucking her pussy.

  “I think you’re ready now.”

  “That was amazing.”

  “That was nothing.” I reluctantly stop fingering her little box and sit up enough to pull off my shirt. I stand up to get the pants off. With my prosthetic leg, I need to be careful about how I pull down my jeans. It’s probably not the most graceful way to undress, but it’ll get the job done. Finally, I pull off my underwear and smile down to Lauren as she licks her lips hungrily for me.

  “Wanna taste, baby?” I stroke my rock hard cock and watch her eyes widen as they travel down every inch of my member.

  “I do.” she purrs.

  I hold my dick at the base and hover the tip over her lips. Lauren quickly swipes her tongue over the tip, licking off the tiny bead of precum and then opens her mouth wide as she takes my thick cock deep into her mouth. I let my hand rest on the back of her head, guiding her slowly down my shaft until I can hear her throat protest with a slight gagging.

  “Sorry, I won’t go that deep. Not in your mouth anyway,” I reassure her as her eyes water a bit and look up at me.

  “Mmmm,” I’m not sure if she’s agreeing or arguing, but either way, it feels fucking amazing.

  “Yeah, baby, just like that.” I let go of her head and just watch as Lauren slides her lips up and down the length of my shaft. I can feel the tension in my balls building as I get swept away by the sensation of her wet tongue sweeping over the tip of my cock.

  Fuck. If she doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to cum down her throat.

  “You need to stop,” I whisper unconvincingly. Lauren either doesn’t hear me or doesn’t listen. My balls tighten up and I’m gonna blow my load if I don’t pull out. I manage to take a step back, releasing myself from her perfect pout.

  I know I’m already a decorated veteran, but I want another damned medal for the self control that took. Hell, I want a chest full of medals!

  “I can finish you and we can have sex later,” she looks up at me, almost pleading. I’ve gotta admit, it’s tempting as fuck.

  “No,” my voice is hoarse. It’s amazing I can talk at all, really. “I’ve been missing you for ten years, I don’t want to wait one more second for you. I want you right now.”

  I kneel down between her legs and she opens them wide for me. I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to wait anymore.

  I grab my cock and slide it up and down just allowing the tip to tease her clit as I get myself back under control.

  Fuck control.

  I press the head of my cock into her wet pussy and wrap my other hand around the back of her neck, pressing all of my weight into her. She breathes in sharp as I bury my cock into her pussy. She’s so tight, I’m almost questioning if I ever took her virginity the first time around.

  “Oh!” Lauren’s eyes are wide and she squirms a little under me. I’ve been told I can be a bit much to take in one stroke, but I can’t help myself with her. I know I should pull back, let her adjust to my girth and go slow, but I can’t.

  I thrust my cock deep into her until my balls smack up against her plump ass cheeks. Still holding her head in a vice grip, I finally pull back a little bit and then fuck her hard. I let myself get lost in her, let my cock bury inside her over and over as she whimpers in my ear.

  I don’t know how I’ve ever wasted time with any other girl. How I’ve ever let so much time go by. How I ever walked away. She’s amazing. I’ve fucked more women than I can keep track of, and I know not a single one has felt like her. Like she was actually made to fit my body and mine alone.

  My breathing is getting heavy and so are my balls as I just keep fucking Lauren like I just got out of prison. In a way I have. Even if it was a prison of my own making.

  “Oh, Mack, I’m gonna …” Her pussy squeezes around me and I arch my back so I can look down the length of our bodies. I want to see what’s mine milking my thick cock for every drop of cum I’m about to give her. Lauren drives her nails back into my back in the same spot she carved out before. The sharp pain and the sensation of her tight pussy quivering around me is too much. A wave of pleasure floods through me as I fill her with spurts of my seed.

  I feel light headed as I collapse against Lauren on the couch. Her legs are tangled around me in a full body hug and my cock is still twitching inside her.

  Cold realization washes over me as it occurs to me that I didn’t ask about protection. People have been calling me Captain America since I came back to US soil, but they could just as easily have been calling me Captain Condom.

  “Damn it,” I hiss and pull out of Lauren. Her eyes cloud over as confusion washes her face.

  “What? You have regrets?” The pain is all over her words. Regrets? How could she think that?

  “No, I just should’ve used protection. I got caught up.” I chide myself.

  “Why? I mean, you’re ok, aren’t you?” Panic tinges her words as she searches for meaning in mine.

  “No, no. I mean, yes. I don’t have anything. It’s not that.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

  “Oh,” I can see the tension melt away from her shoulders as she lies her head back against the arm of the couch. “Well, don’t worry about it then. I’m on birth control still. I don’t know why I didn’t stop when Joel passed. I guess it was just a habit.” She shrugs looking down to the cushions beneath us.

  “Yeah, but birth control doesn’t work that great for us, does it?” Lauren doesn’t blink. She keeps staring
at the cushion like she’s memorizing it.

  “What do you mean?” she whispers to the couch.

  “I mean Chris. He’s mine isn’t he?” I finally ask the question that I’ve been wondering since I looked at the pictures. “He is my son, isn’t he Lauren?” I look down at her and if it wasn’t for the pulse wildly beating in her neck, I would think she was dead. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. I don’t think she’s even breathing. “Lauren?” I don’t mean to raise my voice, but it comes out sharper than I intend.

  She snaps her head up and looks me straight in the eyes. Her brown eyes seem darker, more somber.

  “Yes.”

  27

  Lauren

  2014

  Scooting back on the couch, I pull my knees into my chest and fold my arms around my legs. I suddenly feel so exposed. So vulnerable. And it has nothing to do with being naked.

  Mack knows that he has a son. This secret I’ve been carrying for ten years has finally been lifted from my soul. I thought when this day came I would feel lighter, not sick.

  “Yes, he’s yours.” I answer him again. Resting my head on my knees, I look up at him from under my eyelashes. I’m not sure how he’s going to react. What he’s going to say. I watch storm clouds roll in over his face as he battles the emotions he’ll never share with me. Mack was never one to talk about his feelings, even before the military. Now even less so.

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you get a hold of me at West Point?” He shakes his head slowly; his voice is monotone. I can’t tell if he thinks this is good news or the worst thing he’s heard. His furrowed brows aren’t really giving me a lot of information.

  “I thought about it. Trust me. You have no idea how many nights I fought with myself. It was hard. Please don’t think I made the decision lightly. I didn’t. For the first three years of Chris’s life, I was a single mother. I second guessed not telling you every single day. Especially when I was getting my degree and trying to look after my baby.”