The Fairy Tales Collection (9 page)

There was no pain, just a feeling of
stretching and fullness and she clutched at his waist as he propped himself on
his hands above her.

“Okay?”  He said hoarsely.

“So good, Ben,” she moaned.

His head fell back as he pushed past the
contractions of her pussy and buried himself deep inside of her.  He moved in
long, tantalizing strokes, rolling his hips in and out as she braced her feet
on the bed and gripped his hard ass.

“Little Belle,” he whispered raggedly, “I’m
so close already.”

She smiled at him.  “I want you to come,
Ben.”

He muttered a curse and dropped onto his
forearms so that his chest pressed against her breasts and he could plant hard
frantic kisses against her mouth.  She returned his kisses, bumping her hips
against his as his strokes turned fast and quick.

She squeezed him experimentally with her
inner muscles and he groaned into her mouth before his pace quickened and he
was driving into her with hard, furious thrusts that bounced her on the
mattress.  She watched in utter fascination as his head fell back, his mouth
dropped open and he roared so loudly that the picture frames rattled on the
wall.  He pumped feverishly within her as his orgasm overtook him and she clung
to him tightly as he collapsed against her.  He rolled off of her before she
felt completely squished and she curled up against him, resting her head on his
chest.  He stroked her bare back with the tips of his fingers as she listened
to the rapid beat of his heart.

“I’m sorry, Belle,” he muttered.

She lifted her head and touched the dark
stubble on his chin before pressing a kiss against his mouth.  She could taste
herself on him and it brought an unexpected throb of lust to her belly.

“For what?”

“Multiple orgasms, remember?”  He said with
a disgruntled sigh.  “God, I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside of you.”

She laughed and nuzzled his throat
affectionately.  “I couldn’t wait either and besides, it didn’t hurt at all
this time.”

“Are you sure?”  He scanned her face
anxiously and she nodded.

“Yes.  It felt amazing, Ben.”

“Good.”

“Besides,” she traced her fingers across
the dark hair on his chest, “the night is young so there’s plenty of time for
multiple orgasms.”

He didn’t reply and she gave him a
tentative look.  Her sudden worry that he would ask her to leave, ended
immediately.  Bennett was giving her a look of smoking-hot need and she
squealed in surprise and happiness when he covered her with his large body and
nuzzled her throat.

“That,” he licked her soft skin and she
moaned quietly, “is a very good idea, little Belle.”

* * *

Belle woke at eight-thirty the next
morning, her eyes widening as she slithered out from under Bennett’s heavy arm
and scurried into the bathroom.  She wasn’t exactly sure what the status of her
job was with Bennett but if she was still employed, she had only half an hour
to get to her job on time.

That brought a snort of giggles as she
rummaged under the sink and with a triumphant grin, found a new, unwrapped
toothbrush.  Even with taking the time to shower, she wouldn’t be tardy.  The
benefits, she supposed, of sleeping in her employer’s bed.  She brushed her
teeth quickly and then hopped into the shower.  Like everything else in Bennett’s
home, the shower was older and in need of some repairs.  The water turned tepid
after only ten minutes but she didn’t mind.  She actually loved Bennett’s home
and besides, as run-down as it was, it was still in better shape than the
trailer she shared with her father.

She felt a moment of guilt as she wrapped
the towel around her wet body.  She had never not come home before and she
wondered if her father was worried about her.  Not likely.  He would have
gotten drunk last night like he did every night and would be sleeping it off. 
He wouldn’t have noticed she was even missing.

She tiptoed out of the master bathroom and
walked quietly across the bedroom toward the closet as she glanced at Bennett’s
sleeping form.  It didn’t seem necessary, Bennett hadn’t been kidding when he
said he was a deep sleeper, but she didn’t want to wake him.  They had been up
for most of the night – her entire body shivered with pleasure as she thought
of all the ways Bennett had made her climax – and she rubbed absently at her
aching thighs.  He needed sleep.

Is that it or are you just trying to
avoid an awkward conversation?

She sighed.  There wouldn’t be an awkward
conversation.  She and Bennett had agreed on one night only so there was no
point in hoping that he wanted to continue.  She opened the closet door, to her
surprise it was a large walk-in, and slipped inside.  A pile of neatly-folded
t-shirts were on a shelf at the very back of the closet and she selected one
before sliding it over her head.  It fell past her knees and she smiled to
herself.  Lord, Bennett Saxby was a big man.  She smoothed the soft fabric with
her hand.  When he woke she would ask him if she could use his washer and
dryer.  Wearing just his t-shirt wasn’t the most work-appropriate outfit but
she really didn’t want to spend the entire day in the same clothes she had worn
yesterday.

As she turned to leave, a flash of red
caught her eye.  She turned toward the dresser that was shoved against the wall
and her eyes widened.  A dried rose, encased in a protective glass dome, sat on
top of it and she traced her fingers over the glass.

It’s not the same rose, Belle.

It was.  She knew that without a doubt. 
Even after eighteen years she recognized the perfect fullness of its dark red
petals, the slight bend of its stem where a nine-year-old Bennett had pulled it
free.

Her heart beat frantically in her chest and
a few hot tears slid down her cheeks.  He had kept it.  He had kept it all this
time.  She took a deep breath and wiped the tears away before walking slowly
out of the closet.  She avoided looking at Bennett as she crept out of the
bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her, and headed for the library.

It doesn’t mean anything, Belle.  He
told you a relationship wouldn’t work, remember?

She remembered. 

* * *

Bennett opened the library door.  It was
just after eleven and he had woken to find himself alone in his bed.  He had
panicked for a moment before spying Belle’s clothing in a crumpled heap on the
floor.  She wouldn’t have left without her clothes.  The thought had brought a
surge of relief and ignoring it, he had used the bathroom, brushed his teeth,
and showered quickly before making his way downstairs.  His stomach was
growling but instead of going to the kitchen, he had walked quickly to the
library.  He was fairly certain that Belle was still here but he had needed to
confirm it with his own eyes. 

He caught her scent in the room and his
bear made a low grumble of happiness as he scanned the large room.  He would
make her lunch and, his stomach tightened unpleasantly, talk to her about the
future.  Not that they had a future.  They didn’t and the thought filled him
with a mindless sort of despair, but as much as he cared for Belle he couldn’t
risk her finding out what he truly was.  

Humans can never know about us
. 

His father’s words rang in his head and he
sighed harshly.  No, they couldn’t, which is exactly why it had been a mistake
last night to take Belle to his bed.  But he couldn’t regret it.  He had wanted
her too much for too long and –

He caught sight of Belle and all thoughts
fled from his mind as lust, immediate and delicious, coursed through him.  She
was at the far end of the library, bent over a box of books that was sitting on
the floor in front of one of the large windows, and his bear made a low noise
of need as he stared at her ass.  It was covered, just barely, by his shirt but
he had seen her panties still lying on the floor next to the bed.  Unless she
carried an extra pair in her purse, she would be completely bare beneath his
shirt.

And wet and tight
, his mind whispered. 
So fucking tight.

He growled softly as the last vestiges of
his self-control dropped away and he strode quickly across the room.  She was
humming softly to herself as she rummaged through the box and she screamed, her
body jerking, when he wrapped his hands around her hips.

Without straightening she turned and glared
at him.  “You scared the hell out of me, Bennett Saxby.”

He didn’t reply and her eyes widened when
she saw the look on his face.

“Bennett?”  She said uncertainly.

“Hello, Mirabelle,” he said in a harsh
growl.

She started to straighten and he placed his
big hand on her back, stopping her.

“No,” he growled again.  “Don’t move.”

“Ben, I – I’m working,” she moaned as he
hiked his shirt up around her waist and smoothed his hand over her naked ass.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded.

When she didn’t immediately obey him, he
grunted in displeasure and pushed her thighs apart with one jean-clad thigh.

“Oh!”  She winced slightly and then made a startled
noise of surprise when he cupped her pussy and rubbed deftly at her clit.  She
rose up on her toes and her back arched as she ground her pussy against his
hand.

He grinned, already his fangs had
descended, and she grumbled loudly when he moved his hand.  He stripped off his
shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out and pressing it up against
her pussy as he thrust lightly back and forth.  It rubbed along her clit and
she moaned excitedly.

He grabbed her shirt and yanked it over her
head.  She tried to straighten again and he pressed her back down.  “No, hold
onto the window sill.”

She grabbed the sill, her body trembling
with anticipation, and he spent long torturous moments rubbing his cock back
and forth over her clit until both her pussy and his cock were drenched in her
moisture.

“Ben, please,” she moaned and he reached
under her and tweaked her nipple.  She gasped, her fingers tightening on the
windowsill until they went white, and he pulled and tugged at both of her
nipples as he stroked her with his cock.

“Ben, you fuck me right now!”  She demanded
before actually hissing at him like a cat.

He grinned – God, he loved how demanding
she could get – and guided his cock to her entrance.  He pushed in to the hilt,
his balls slapping up against her ass.   She was warm and wet and her pussy
clung to him as he thrust back and forth.  She cried out and he gathered her
damp hair in one fist and held it tightly as he rocked in and out of her.

“Touch your clit,” he demanded hoarsely.  A
tinge of pink rose in her cheeks but she moved her hand between her legs and
rubbed at the swollen button.  Her pussy tightened around him and he groaned as
he pushed in and out with deep upward strokes.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned quietly as her
fingers worked her clit.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d
gone bareback in a woman and the feel of her warm pussy sealing around his cock
without any barrier was like heaven.  She was starting to get close, after a
night spent pleasuring her he could read her signals easily, and he slowed down
his thrusting to a gentle, slow-paced motion.

She squirmed and pushed back against him
furiously as her fingers caressed and tugged her clit and he bared his fangs
triumphantly when she came all over his cock, her pussy squeezing him in a
relentless rhythm that made him want to come too.

He gripped both of her hips and pounded
into her.  She braced herself against the windowsill and made small noises of
encouragement as her body trembled from the aftershocks of her orgasm and her
pussy continued to milk his cock with hard rhythmic squeezes.  He was going to
climax, it was impossible not to with her wet tightness, and a dim part of his
brain pushed past his lust-fueled haze.

You’re not wearing a condom, idiot!

She’s ours!  Put our cub in her belly,
and show her she belongs to us
, his bear
immediately growled in reply. 

The idea of Belle carrying his cub was
intoxicating and he pumped faster as his orgasm began. 

What are you doing!

With a truly heroic effort of willpower, he
pulled out of her warm pussy and wrapped his hand around his cock.  He rubbed
furiously as he came, his seed spilling out to land on the floor at his feet.  He
stared at it as Belle straightened and pulled his shirt over her head.

“Ben?”

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I’m disease-free
but I should have used a condom.”

She stared at the puddle of his seed on the
floor, her cheeks a bright red, before shrugging.  “You didn’t come in me, it’s
fine.”

“I wanted to,” he admitted hoarsely.

“I’m not on the pill so, uh, it’s a good
thing that you didn’t,” she said.

His bear roared in anger and it was all he
could do to stop from picking up Belle and carrying her back to his bed.  He
would take her repeatedly, fuck her until she was pregnant with his cub and
then she’d be his forever.  No one could take her away from him.  She would be
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