Chapter Eleven
Beau
“What do you think?” Cyn’s voice is breathy and excited, and I get a hard-on just hearing her sound so carefree. I turn around to see her just shutting the door. She’s spent the whole morning at the salon getting ready for the charity gala tonight.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her close. She’s so fucking gorgeous. “Your hair— it’s your old color. I haven’t seen it like this since ninth grade.”
I can’t help but kiss her soft lips before pulling back to look at her again.
Her hair is chopped to just past her shoulders.
A sharp cut, parted in the middle, and it’s a glowing chestnut brown.
I always did like this color. Without her makeup done, I can see so much of her old self.
But damned if I can’t wait to watch her put on her war paint and dazzle every human lucky enough to set eyes on her.
This fresh, clean face, open and safe, this face is just for me.
“I thought you’d like it.” She smirks when my erection prods her belly.
“You knew I’d love it because I love everything you do.” God, I want to fuck her. But she’s got to get ready. “I got you something.”
Her smile glows, and I have to grab her ass. I have to touch her, be near her. She’s a magnet, and I’m a loose sliver of metal.
“What?”
I step away and grab the hanger off the back of our bedroom door.
Her eyes light up when I shake out the slinky gold silk dress.
It has spaghetti straps, and I can already picture it hugging every inch of her body down to its mermaid tail.
She gasps in delight, and I suddenly can’t wait to give her the gold-banded pink diamond ring I’ve got hidden in a jacket pocket in the closet.
I’ll save that surprise for another day.
“Where did you get this?” she says with a gasp, her hands on her cheeks.
“I was scrolling online and saw some model wearing it, but I knew it would look better on you. Shante found it for me, and she’s been holding on to it.”
“I have so many dresses already. I really didn’t need another,” she mutters, but she’s already reaching out to touch the thin, shiny material.
“But do you like it?” I ask with a grin because I already know the answer.
“I love it.”
I spend the next two hours posted up on our bed with my ankles crossed, watching the Cyn-Gets-Ready Show.
She already did something called sugaring all over her body at the spa, so she looks entirely, smoothly lickable.
She attaches little lashes piece by piece with glue, rubs creams in, and sprays something over her face.
All that before the actual makeup: a shiny gold eyeshadow to match the dress, and matte red lip stain.
She’s fucking flawless, a goddess, and not even done.
Glimmery lotion all over her body is next, leaving me with a prominent boner, as I stand to get my tux on and smooth mousse through my wavy hair.
Done. She glares at me. Then she attaches gold hoop earrings and the thinnest gold chain necklace I’ve ever seen.
She unclips her already velvety-smooth hair, and stands, dropping her robe to the floor.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter. I’ll tell you right now: looking at her in a tiny thong and nothing else, I bless the doctor who gave her that ass.
She might be hemming and hawing about how she’s changed her face, her body, but I don’t give a goddamn about any of it.
She is perfect how she is, and she could change her looks every day of the week, and she’d never stop being my perfect woman.
Because she’s more than her body— she’s Cyn.
“Stop it. Help with the dress.” I hold it over her, copping a feel as it slides down like water over her curves. I pinch her nipple, and my balls ache when she gasps at the twinge of pain. She playfully swats my chest and slides her feet into golden kitten heels.
My phone buzzes just as she’s pressing on her last nail, letting me know our ride is here.
I’ve never been prouder in my life as Cyn holds my elbow and we walk out onto the street.
I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face as our driver holds open the stretch limo door and I help my woman in.
It’s when we’re both seated that I finally realize I’ve had an hours-long erection and it’s not going anywhere.
“Beau,” Cyn whispers, squirming on her pretty bottom, eyes darting to the closed partition.
“Baby,” I quirk my lip back at her and open my pants. My cock springs out, and Cyn grabs it to steady its dripping length. Her hand looks all cute and small on my fat cock. Precum bubbles out. “I’m gonna make a mess.”
“Beau! There’s a red carpet!” she gasps in mock outrage, but I know my sweet slut is just as horny for me as I am for her. She knew what she was doing with that show. I shrug.
“Better take it all up your little slit,” I say, and she whimpers like a good girl. “Are you wet, baby?”
“You know I am,” she whispers, and inches up her dress. One long nail pulls aside her narrow gusset, revealing her plump lips, oyster pink and shiny. My cock jerks sideways, desperate for her tight gash.
“Hurry,” I groan. “You’ll have to ride me fast and be quiet.”
She slides over my lap, and it’s a painfully tight squeeze into her tiny hole.
Fuck me, all I can do is sit and stare slack-jawed as she rotates her hips, swivels her way down my rod like a toy until she is fully seated and my hairy groin kisses her smooth mound.
She has me fully engulfed, and I can only clench my fists since I don’t want to wrinkle her dress.
“You’re so deep,” she whines, and my cock swells.
“Keep talking, baby, and I’ll cum without you having to move an inch,” I say through gritted teeth.
I clench my asscheeks and bounce her sexy body on my lap.
She whimpers and rocks her hips. Her narrow tunnel massages my huge cock, an internal sucking that explains every fucking penny she made as a sex worker. Her cunt is magic.
“How am I already close?” she moans, bouncing harder.
I reach down and pinch her clit, twisting it, giving her a shock of pain I know she loves.
Then I slap her hip hard, leaving a big red handprint, and I feel her cunthole contract, clamping down on the base of my cock, making it hard for her to glide up; she’s that fucking tight when she cums.
“That’s right, two pumps and you’re cumming for me.
Now I’m gonna fill your little hole with baby batter, and I’m gonna cover your pretty thighs up and no one there tonight is gonna know that you’re full of seed and my handprint is glowing on your body.
Only I’m gonna know. And maybe I’ll find another spot to fuck you at the gala, give you another load, maybe my baby is growing in here right now,” I grumble low and lay my palm flat on her belly.
Her cries are strangled, and I feel her clenching wildly as my balls spurt cum, high and hard, straight into her womb.
I have to hold her up, keeping her limp form from smearing her makeup or dirtying her clothes.
I lift her off my barely softened dick and quickly tuck her panties into place with a soft pat.
My pussy. Then I set her down next to me and smooth out her dress before fixing myself, enjoying the sight of her softening nipples under the thin dress.
“Baby batter?” she finally says with a breathy bark of laughter.
“It was hot,” I answer, kissing the tip of her nose.
“It was not!”
“You didn’t seem to mind as you were cumming all over me.” I sit back and cross my arms, finally satisfied just as we pull up to the hotel where the gala is taking place.
It’s a long half hour of walking the red carpet before a barrage of camera flashes. I never let go of Cyn, either holding her hand or standing with my arm around her for every photo. Questions are shouted at us, and I answer a few.
“Who’s your date?”
“This is my girlfriend, Cyn. Isn’t she gorgeous?” I spin her before the press and make her smile.
“How long have you been dating?”
“Long enough.”
“You gonna put a ring on her?”
“If she’ll have me.”
My parents are inside, and I have to wipe away the tears when they both hug Cyn. They are long, warm hugs, and I can’t hear what they whisper, but I know it’s words of sorrow— that they didn’t know what was happening back then, and words of happiness, how glad they are we found each other.
“Well, well, well,” Marcus says when we find him and Shante on the dance floor. “Long time no see. Cyn, right?”
Cyn lets him pull her into a friendly half-hug, a small smile on her face. She’s doing so fucking great. “How are you, Marcus?”
“Pretty fucking good. This is my girl, Shante.”
“It’s about fucking time we met! Beau has been hiding you.” Shante is shorter than Cyn, and her braids are wound up in a huge bun that has to be heavy, but she grabs Cyn with both hands, then throws her arms around her. “We need to exchange numbers. I can’t be talking to you through these two.”
“I would love that.” Cyn can’t hide her delight. Shante is real as fuck, and she won’t be a snob like some of the other WAGs.
We’re sitting down for a lobster dinner, and I’ve just brought Cyn’s knuckles to my lips when my dad says my name. He has his phone in his hand, and he looks worried.
“Come here a minute,” he says, and I stand, walking quickly after him.
“What’s up?”
“I just got a call from my friend at the sheriff’s office. He knew we lived next door and thought we should know.”
My back instantly tenses. Peter fucking Sitwell. I glance back at Cyn, but she’s happily chatting with Shante.
“Tell me,” I grit out. Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.
“He’s dead.”
Shocked, I look at Cyn again; this time, her odd eyes catch mine. She smiles; it’s slow and knowing. How—? She couldn’t have; she’s been with me all day, all night.
Dad goes on, “They’re saying it’s a probable suicide. He put something in his drink. They won’t know what exactly until the autopsy. There was a note. The guilt must have gotten to him, because he apologized and admitted to it all, said he couldn’t go on living with those urges.”
“Damn.”
Then together, we both say, “Good fucking riddance.”
Cyn is in my arms on the dance floor when I tell her. She’s not shocked, and she doesn’t shed a tear.
“He’s dead, baby. Are you okay? Do you want to leave?”
“No. I feel— I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
Should I say more? Her eyes are wide and expressive. She’s telling the truth.
“How?” I finally whisper, spying a walkway off to my right. I spin her in that direction, leading her to a dark corner, my cock already pumping full of blood.
We twirl down a hallway, and I find a door.
I don’t know what the room is, but it’s pitch black, and it’s empty.
I turn Cyn fast, thrusting her front into the closest wall and dragging up her pretty dress.
In half a second, I’m balls deep in her perfect ass, hunched over, that cute thong digging into the side of my shaft.
Fuck, she must have put lube on before we left the condo, because she’s tight as fuck, but the ride is smooth.
“How, baby?” I grunt again, fucking her roughly, taking her without asking, just how she likes.
“His tea,” she finally whispers, pained horny little puffs of breath forced through her lips with every piston of my hips.
I don’t ask anything else. However she did it, I know she’s smart as fuck, and I’m not worried about her getting caught.
And even if she was, I’d throw the best lawyers in the country at it; no way an underage victim is serving time for murking her rapist.
“I love you,” I groan as my balls suddenly tremble and I’m shooting cum without warning. I reach down and slap her sweet pussy until she follows me into ecstasy, shoving my fingers up her hot cunt and shaking her on my stuck dick.
“I love you,” she moans, giving me just what I want. What I need.