Chapter 32 #2
“Fuck . . . fuck,” Beau groaned, his entire body locking up as his grip in my hair turned brutal. At the last second, he yanked my mouth off his cock, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he fisted his length.
Hot, thick ropes of cum spurted across my face, streaking my cheeks, my lips, and dripping down onto my tits. The first shot hit my tongue before he aimed lower, covering me in his release.
“Fable,” he groaned, eyes dark and ravenous as he took in the sight of me—lips swollen, chest slick and glistening, his cum dripping down between my tits like a filthy masterpiece. “Look at you, baby.”
I shivered at his words, at the way he stared, like he wanted to ruin me all over again.
His cock twitched, still thick and hard, smeared in the last of his release, and he reached down, swiping a thick glob of cum off my tit with his fingers.
He smeared it over my lips, his voice nothing but gravel and heat.
“Lick it up, baby. Clean yourself off like a good fucking girl.”
I parted my lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth, moaning as I licked them clean, tasting him, swallowing every filthy drop he fed me.
“That’s it,” he rasped, trailing his free hand down. He squeezed my cum-slick tits rubbed his mess into my skin like he could keep it there. “So fucking pretty when you’re covered in me. Makes me wanna fill you up next. Stretch that tight little pussy till you can’t take anymore.”
My thighs clenched, my pussy already soaked and throbbing, desperate for exactly that.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice wrecked, needy, desperate.
Beau chuckled, dark and dirty, gripping my chin and tilting my face up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Oh, baby.” He smirked, smearing the last drop of cum across my lips with his thumb before slipping it inside my mouth. “We’re just getting started.”
He gripped the hem of his shirt, ripping off the buttons and throwing it on the ground. My breath hitched at the sight—broad chest, muscles carved in hard ridges, tan skin dusted with dark hair leading down his stomach, where his cock still hung thick and heavy.
Without warning, he bent, strong arms wrapping around me, his big hands cupping my ass as he hauled me up against his bare chest. I let out a startled gasp.
“Beau—” I started, but his mouth was already on me.
His tongue pushed past my lips, tangling with mine, tasting his cum still lingering there. He groaned against my mouth, digging his fingers into my ass as he carried me through the house.
By the time we reached my bedroom, I was panting, my skin buzzing, my body aching to be filled.
“Your turn,” he muttered as he dropped me onto the bed.
He slid his calloused fingers up my thighs, shoving my legs apart. His eyes flashed as he dragged his thumb over the indents in my skin, right where his belt buckle had dug in when I was grinding against him.
“You got my belt buckle imprinted in your thighs, baby.”
I shivered at the possessiveness in his voice, at the way his hands moved, pushing my legs wider, spreading me open for him.
“Now,” he growled and dragged his mouth down my body, licking at the mess he’d left on my tits, sucking a nipple into his mouth to hear me moan. He slipped his fingers between my soaked folds, teasing, rubbing, making me arch beneath him. “Time to see if you taste as good as I remember.”
He slid lower, pressing my thighs to the mattress as he buried his face between them, dragging his tongue through my dripping heat with a groan so deep I swore I could feel it vibrate inside me.
And fuck—Beau was not a man who played nice.
He was about to eat me like he was fucking starving.
His mouth was relentless, his tongue dragging through my slick folds. His grip kept me spread open for him as he devoured me, groaning into my cunt like he couldn’t get enough.
I writhed beneath him, gripping the sheets, my body trembling as he sucked my clit between his lips, his fingers teasing my entrance but never pushing in. He was toying with me, keeping me right on the edge, his tongue flicking, circling, then pulling away when I was about to fall apart.
“Beau, please,” I sobbed, my hips bucking against his face, desperate for more. “I need to come—fuck, I need you inside me.”
He chuckled as he lifted his head to meet my eyes. His chin was soaked, lips swollen from ruining me.
“You want it that bad, baby?” His voice was a gravelly tease, fingers gliding up my slit, pressing enough to make me gasp.
I nodded frantically. “Please, Beau. Fuck me.”
“You beg so fuckin’ pretty.” His smirk widened. “Condom?”
I nodded, breathless, pointing to the nightstand. I kept them there . . . in case.
Beau didn’t hesitate. He grabbed one, tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled it down his thick cock in one smooth stroke.
Then he was on me, hands gripping my thighs, spreading me open as he lined himself up.
“You ready for me, baby?” The head of his cock nudged against my soaked entrance. “Been fuckin’ dripping since you got on your knees for me.”
“Please,” I whimpered, my body arching, desperate for him to push in.
“Please what?” He dragged his length through my folds, teasing, smearing my wetness along his cock. “C’mon, Cowgirl. You begged so pretty before. Let me hear it.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders, nails digging in.
His grin was pure sin. “That’s my girl.”
He slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. My back arched off the mattress, a strangled cry ripping from my throat. He was so fucking thick, stretching me wide, filling me completely.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, his fingers bruising my hips as he bottomed out, grinding deep. “You feel this? This tight little pussy was made to ride my cock.”
“Beau—” My head tipped back. I was barely able to breathe through how good it felt.
“You can take more,” he growled, pulling back slowly, dragging every inch of his cock against my walls before slamming back in.
I gasped, my pussy clenching around him. “Fucking hell—”
He chuckled as he watched my face. He thrust harder, making my tits bounce with every stroke. “That’s right, baby. Let me hear it. Let me hear how good I fuck you.”
My body was wrecked by how deep he was hitting.
“You wanna ride, Cowgirl?” He taunted me, grabbing my waist and flipping us so he was on his back, his cock still buried deep. “Then fuckin’ ride me.”
I straddled him, thighs trembling, feeling impossibly full with him stretching me open from this angle.
“Take it,” he ordered, gripping my ass. “Bounce on my cock like a good girl.”
I obeyed, rolling my hips, lifting and sinking down, taking every inch of him. He groaned, fingers digging into my skin, guiding my movements, making me fuck myself on his cock exactly the way he wanted.
“Goddamn, look at you,” he gritted out, gripping my hips, making me move faster. “Pussy gripping me so fuckin’ tight, soaking me, ridin’ me like you were fuckin’ born for it.”
I moaned, my thighs burning. He was too big, too deep, and it felt too fucking good.
“You like it like this, don’t you?” he said with a teasing lilt. “You like being on top, thinking you’re in control.”
I barely managed a nod, pleasure sparking through my veins as I rode him harder.
“You’re not,” he growled, sitting up in a flash.
He slid his free hand up, trailing over my throat, curling his fingers around my neck, squeezing and making my breath hitch. My pulse hammered beneath his palm, my body surrendering completely.
“Wear my hand like a fuckin’ necklace,” he murmured against my lips. “Grip my wrist like you’re holdin’ onto a bull, Cowgirl—’cause I ain’t lettin’ go till you’re fucked and wrecked.”
I moaned, my head tipping back, my body completely at his mercy.
“Take every fuckin’ inch while I hold you right here, wearin’ me like I own you.”
“Beau—fuck—”
“You’re gonna come on my cock,” he ordered.
He slid his fingers between us, rubbing my clit, pushing me straight to the edge.
“Now,” he demanded, his lips brushing my ear. “Come for me, Cowgirl. Make a fuckin’ mess.”
I shattered, my body tightening, my orgasm ripping through me. I trembled, crying out as I came all over his cock, clenching around him.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his own control snapping.
He gripped my ass, slammed me down hard, and buried himself deep, groaning as he spilled into the condom, his whole body shaking beneath me.
I collapsed against him, panting, my skin slick with sweat.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, trying to catch my breath.
Beau chuckled, still gripping my ass. “Told you, baby,” he murmured against my neck. “You ride like a fuckin’ dream.”