Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
BEAU
“This is your home?” she asks with wide eyes.
I want to tell her that it’s hers now, too, but I don’t think she’s ready to hear that truth bomb.
I want the whole pie when it comes to my sunshine, but I have to be careful not to scare her off.
Does it make me a terrible man that I’m going to do my best to trap her so she can never leave me? Probably. Do I care? No.
Dove walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the city.
The lights are off in the living room and the glow from outside silhouettes the shape of her body.
The sun is setting and bursts of orange and pink splash across her skin.
I stare at her while every bone in my body aches for her.
I don’t move, because I want this image burned into my brain.
“It’s so beautiful,” she says, staring out as she places her hand on the glass.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I answer, not taking my eyes off of her.
She looks over her shoulder and back at me, and for a moment time stops and I see it all so clearly.
Dove walking down the aisle to me, then her belly round with our child, family vacations, Christmases, birthdays, all of it.
It hits me like a train and any other man would turn and run from the power of it all.
But not me. Not with my sunshine. Instead of the life scaring me away, it pulls me in closer.
I step forward and as I do, she turns, resting her back against the glass. I walk up and place both my palms against the cool window, caging her in.
“You’re my forever,” I whisper, and she tilts her head back to look at me.
I press my body against hers and she runs her hands up my chest. I lean down and this time when I kiss her it’s not soft and gentle.
This time it’s hard and demanding. I need her to know that I mean what I say, and if I have to do that by fucking her right here right now, then that’s what’s going to happen.
My hand comes off the glass and moves down to her ass. With one arm I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel the heat from her pussy through my slacks and I groan against her lips. She winds her arms around my neck as my other hand grips the back of her neck.
I hold her tight against me as I grind my hard length against her. Her breath catches in her throat and I do it again, rocking her panty-covered pussy against me. My cock is throbbing with demand, but this isn’t going to be quick.
“Beau, oh god, I want you,” she gasps as my mouth moves down her throat. “I feel you everywhere. I’m burning up.”
I turn us around and take a few steps forward before I place her down on the couch. I kneel in front of her between her legs as I reach for the front of her dress.
“I should be sorry about this. But I’m not,” I say, and before she can ask what I’m talking about I grab the yellow fabric at the top and rip it all the way down the front of her body.
“Beau!” she shouts, but not in fear, just in shock. “You ripped my dress!”
“I’ll buy you a thousand more. I can’t have anything between us anymore,” I say as I stare down at her creamy skin.
Her bare breasts are full, with pink nipples that are hard little rosebuds. I lick my lips as my eyes trail down to her soft stomach and wide hips. Her cherry panties are covering what I want and I growl at them as I grab the waist and slip them down her thighs.
“I need to see all of you. All of what’s mine,” I say, rubbing my hands up her legs and pushing them farther apart.
Her wetness coats the inside of her thighs and her pink lips. When I spread them, I see her hard pink pearl begging to be licked. Fuck, she’s perfect and I want her so much I don’t know where to begin.
“God fucking damn, woman, if I knew you had this under your dress I would have fucked you on the floor of the coffee shop the first day we met.”
Her thighs clench as my hands move up them and to her stomach. I lean down and kiss a trail up to her breasts before taking a nipple in my mouth.
She cries out in pleasure as I suck on one nipple then move to the other. I go back and forth until her back is arching off the couch and she’s clawing at my shirt.
“Clothes. Take them off,” she gasps between moans.
I do as she says and take off my shirt so that she can touch my skin. The feel of her hands on me only ratchets up my need for her. I want to take my time, but I don’t think I can. I want to devour her.
“Grab your knees,” I grunt as I kiss my way down her stomach. She does as I ask and it exposes every inch of her cunt to me.
I inhale the sweet, warm scent of her pussy right before my mouth covers it.
The taste of her hits my tongue and instantly I’m addicted to her sweet nectar.
I run my hands back up her body and play with her big ripe tits while I eat her pussy.
The sweet sounds she’s making have my cock thick with need, but this is too good right now and he’s going to have to wait his turn.
As I pinch her nipples lightly she says my name and raises her hips to my mouth. I run my tongue in circles around her clit before dipping low and tasting her honey center.
“Goddamn, it’s too good. I can’t fuck something this pure and sweet.” I rest my forehead on her thigh and think about how bad I want to put my dick in her, but also how innocent this little pussy is. “I don’t want to ruin something so close to heaven.”
“Beau,” she says, and I look up into her bright blue eyes. They’re filled to the brim with need, and her body is shaking she’s so close to the edge. “Please, Beau, make love to me.”
I’ve kept her on edge the whole time to make it easier on her. But now that the moment is here, I don’t know if I can go through with it. What if I hurt her? I’m no small man, and her pretty little virgin pussy hasn’t so much as had a finger inside it.
“Please.” She moans as she closes her eyes and leans her head back. Her hips are moving like we’re already making love and it’s got me in a trance.
Reaching down, I undo my belt and slacks, then push them off, with my boxer briefs.
I take my cock in my hand and just stare down at her pussy.
I jerk off while I watch her pink wet cunt move up and down as she rocks her hips.
I lick my lips, still tasting her sweetness on them and grunt as my balls ache to empty inside her.
“Please,” she moans again, and this time she moves a hand between her legs and starts to rub her pussy.
I growl because that pussy is mine, and I’m the one who gives it pleasure. She doesn’t need to do that, not while I’m living and breathing.
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her hand away and then bring her fingers to my mouth. I don’t break eye contact with her as I lick them off one by one. “If you want your pussy touched, you tell me. Got it?”
“I need you, Beau,” she whispers, and I nod.
I pull her hips to the edge of the couch so her ass is hanging off a little, and I kneel in front of her. Holding my cock with one hand and her hip with the other, I slowly slide her wet pussy down on my length.
The sight of her little pink pussy taking my long, thick cock is pornographic. It looks like there’s no way she’ll be able to take even an inch, but slowly she wiggles her way down the tip and onto the first inch.
She hisses at the bite of pain when I feel her pussy pop around my cock. I take my hand off my cock and move it to her clit. I pet it slowly as the tension in her body relaxes and her muscles ease.
“The worst is over,” I say, and sink a few more inches into her. “Now all you have to do is lie there and let me do all the work.”
Her blue eyes meet mine and she licks her lips as I slide her down the rest of the way. Her little pussy is so tight around my cock that it’s nearly choking me, but I don’t focus on that. Instead, I lean down so that her naked breasts are pressed against my chest and I can kiss her as we make love.
When I take her mouth, I can taste her pussy along with the strawberries and I moan at the flavor.
Her body is wound tight and before I think she’s ready, she starts to move.
The sensation of kissing her and the feel of her hard nipples against my chest, combined with her tight cunt working up and down my cock, it’s a death sentence for me.
I grab her hips to slow her down, but instead my inner beast demands I speed up.
I’m possessed as I thrust into her in long, thick strokes.
Her slick little cunt welcomes me home, and each time it’s tighter and hotter.
I grunt with each thrust like an animal on top of her.
But she’s saying my name and begging for more, and I’m a slave to her demands.
“Harder, Beau. Harder,” she cries out as her orgasm bears down on her.
I nearly black out at the filthy words that leave her innocent lips and do as she says. My cock is a machine made only to pleasure her, and I will not cum until she commands me to.
“I think, oh god, I’m cumming, Beau,” she gasps as she clings to me. “Cum with me.”
Those are the last words I hear before deafening echoes of pleasure roar in my ear. Whether it’s hers or my own, I won’t ever be sure, but I know that when I finally release inside of her body, my soul entwines with hers.