Beast

I stumbled through the door and looked around. I hadn't been in there since he'd moved in, and it was disorienting to see all the furniture where there'd been only an empty space before. Where was the couch?

"Stop," Denny said, his voice rough and gravelled. He moved up against me and stripped the straps of my dress down off my shoulders, trapping my arms against my sides and rolling the bodice down to expose my tits. His hands came around and scooped them up, and I moaned as he pinched both nipples, rolling and squeezing them between his fingers. He rubbed his hard cock over my bare ass and pushed me forward so it slid between my legs and against my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together around him, feeling the head bump up against my clit.

He put his hands on my hips again and spun me around to face him. He pulled at the top of my dress, making a noise of disgust as it clung to my body. "Take this fucking thing off," he snarled, yanking at the fabric.

"Just wait a second, you'll tear it," I said, and reached under my arm to unzip the side. I pulled the straps off my arms and let the dress fall to the floor, stepping back and kicking it away so I stood before him, completely nude.

His cock jumped at the sight of me, and he growled and dove in, sucking my nipples hard and unforgivingly, until they were both glistening and red under the onslaught of his mouth. My legs felt like noodles, and the only thing keeping me upright was Denny's hot hands under my ass. He brought one hand around and shoved it between my legs, diddling my clit while he licked and sucked at my tits, and I was soaring toward another orgasm in under a minute.

He abruptly pulled away and pushed me toward the couch. "Get over there and spread your legs for Denny." I practically collapsed onto the worn leather cushions and leaned back, pulling my feet up and opening myself, wide and wanton. I was dripping, all for him, hanging on the ragged edge and ready to come the moment he touched me again.

Denny stripped out of his jeans in seconds, and the image of his thickly muscled body and the oozing red head of his cock had me gasping. He shaves his pubes and balls, I thought. Fuck, that's hot.

He fell to his knees in front of me, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me right to the edge of the couch. "Split that pussy. Show Denny your clit." My hands were shaking as I spread my lips for him, exposing my sopping pink cunt. If I touched myself now I would come.

He grasped my ass cheeks and pulled my pussy up to his mouth, sinking his long, hot tongue inside me, his nose jammed against my clit, and I came as he licked me, wailing and humping against his face. He sucked my juices, bathing my slit with long strokes and fucking my hole with his tongue. He ran it up to my clit and tickled it for a few seconds before he sucked the hard bead between his lips and shook his head, worrying at it until I exploded again, drenching his chin.

He jammed two fingers into my slippery hole and worked them in and out as he licked me, the squelching sounds almost as arousing as the feeling of his thick fingers stretching me open. "Fuck, I'm gonna..." and I came again, screaming.

Before I could come down he pulled me off the couch and down onto his hard cock, and I felt another orgasm rocket through me as he stretched me wide and the root of him hit my clit. "Jesus, Denny, condom!" I screeched.

"Fuck that, baby. Denny wraps it up with those bar bitches," he grunted, "but a nice fresh piece like you gets it bareback." He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, dragging me up and down the length of his cock like I was a doll. I was like a piece of putty in his grip, too spent from coming to do much more than let him manhandle me however he liked.

He reached down and wrapped my ankles around his waist before he picked me up and stood, never letting his cock slip out of me. He stopped in the bedroom doorway to kick it open and fuck me against the door jamb for a few strokes, then carried me inside and dropped me on the rumpled bed. I didn't even want to think about how long it had been since he had changed the sheets.

"Get on your hands and knees, Vanessa," he ordered. When I didn't move fast enough to suit him he grabbed me and flipped me over, hauling me up onto my knees and plunging his cock back into me. All I could do was bury my face into the pillow with my ass high in the air as he thrust into me, fucking me hard and fast.

"Tell Denny how much you love his cock," he groaned. I could only moan as his balls slapped against my clit. "You love it, don't you, you little slut." He reached around and stuck a finger in my mouth. "Suck it, 'Ness. Get it all gooey." I sucked avidly at his finger, covering it with my spit. I knew what he was going to do, and the thought made my pussy clench around him. "Aw, yeah, do that again. Squeeze Denny's cock with your cunt."

I flexed my muscles around him again just as he ringed my anus with his finger and pushed the tip inside. The feeling of him wiggling it against that sensitive opening set me off again, and as I came for the god-knows-how-many-th time, Denny's hands clamped down hard around my hips and I felt him jerk hard against me, shooting his come deep inside me.

He groaned, his hips stuttering against my ass, his strokes slowing as he pumped into me. Finally he pulled out and fell on the bed behind me, and I felt the last few spurts coat the backs of my legs. I rolled onto my side and curled up into a ball, my pussy still twitching from my last orgasm.

Denny reached over and slapped my ass. "Goddamn, you're a good fuck, 'Nessa. Woulda fucked you a long time ago, if I'd known you was such a hot piece of pussy."

I just lay there, breathing, thinking about what a fucked-up situation this was going to be. How was I supposed to deal with this raging stud practically under my own roof? There was no way I was going to be able to forget the incredible fucking I'd just gotten, and what if he expected this to become a regular thing? How would I hide it from my father? Did I even want more? (Hell, yes, I wanted more. I wanted more even now, when I was so fucked out I wasn't sure I was going to be able to walk down the stairs.) I sighed and sat up, trying to remember where my clothes were and eyeballing Denny's wilting cock. Even soft it was impressive enough to make me warm all over.

"I can't fucking believe you came inside me like that, Den," I said.

"What, like you're not on the pill already or something?" he mumbled, already more than half-asleep.

"That's not the point. You didn't know that for sure, and you could have knocked me up."

Denny's slow breathing told me he was out for the count, and thank god for that, because I just wanted to retrieve my dress and find out where the hell my thong and shoes had gotten to, and get back to the house for some much-needed sleep. Tomorrow morning would be soon enough to figure things out.

First thing, though, would be to call Henry and tell him to find a new girlfriend.

Or maybe I'd introduce him to a nice boy. I suspected he might be happier that way, anyway.