Chapter 8 Ina #2
Then he sits forward, pulling me tighter, the heat of him grinding right where I need it.
I’m gasping. He licks a line up my throat and then…
he stands. With me wrapped around his waist like it’s no big deal.
Like I don’t weigh a damn thing. His big hands grip my ass, fingers sinking into the flesh, holding me up against his body.
I feel his cock pressed against me through his jeans and my arms wrap tight around his massive shoulders.
He walks, slow and steady toward the back of the house.
“You’re always this quiet?” I breathe out, dazed.
He smirks…I feel his lips curve against my neck. “You want me to talk?”
“I want you to… oh my God,” I moan, because he shifts under me as he walks. His cock is hard and thick and pressed against my panties like a threat and a promise all at once.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he says low against my ear. “Gonna make you scream for me.” He licks the shell of my ear. Sucks my earlobe. Bites the sensitive skin on my neck. “Beg.”
“Oh,” is all I can manage. “Okay…”
His bedroom is huge. Sparkling clean. But the bed? That’s not a bed. It’s a goddamn continent covered in dark sheets, Alaskan king size. I blink at it as Beau kneels and lays me down in the center, like he’s setting down something he’s been searching for his whole life.
He stands back. Just looking at me. His broad chest bare, rising and falling hard. The V of muscle above his jeans sharp and shadowed. His abs clenching with every breath. His golden eyes wild with hunger…like I’m already naked, already ruined, and he’s deciding where to start.
He peels off my tank top. Then my bra. His eyes drag over my bare tits and his jaw flexes. I watch his throat work…a hard swallow…and his big hands curl into fists at his sides. Like he’s restraining himself.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re perfect.”
I snort breathlessly. But before I can deflect, he leans in and licks my nipple. His hot tongue dragging flat and slow over the tight bud. Then he sucks. Deep.
“You are,” he says against my skin.
My head flies back. His hands are at my waistband.
Shorts and panties down in one smooth move.
He kisses my belly…his full lips soft on my skin.
My hips…his stubble grazing the sensitive crease where my thigh begins.
My inner thighs…his breath hot, his mouth wet.
Then he bites me. Not gently. The sharp sting of his teeth on the tender flesh of my inner thigh makes me yelp and clench, and throb all at once.
“Been thinking about this pussy since the fair,” he growls, his breath fanning hot against my swollen flesh. “You wet for me already?”
I choke out a laugh. “What do you think?”
He chuckles…a low rumble I feel against my core. Then he spreads me open with his big hands…his rough thumbs parting me, exposing me…breathes me in, and looks up. His golden eyes dark and burning between my thighs. His full lips glistening.
“Good girl,” he rumbles against my throbbing flesh.
Then Beau Redding devours me.
There’s no other word for it. He licks and sucks and tongues me like he’s fucking starving, like the taste of me is the only thing keeping him alive.
I can feel every ridge of his tongue. The scrape of his stubble on my inner thighs.
The suction of his full lips pulling my clit.
I’m arching off the bed, gasping, babbling things that aren’t English.
His hands hold my thighs down…fingers sinking into my flesh, his grip firm and possessive…
while his tongue flicks, then plunges deeper. My legs shake. My eyes cross.
“Oh, my God… Beau… I can’t…”
He pulls back just enough to speak. His lips brush my swollen clit as he talks, and I almost die. “Yes, you can. You’re gonna come for me, pretty girl. Gonna soak my face.” His voice drops darker. “And then I’m gonna fuck you so deep you won’t remember your own name.”
“Ohhhh… fuck. Beau.”
He hums against me…the vibration shooting through my clit like electricity. Then he goes back in, and I break. Lightning. My thighs clamp around his head. My back bows off the mattress. I come hard, trembling everywhere, my hand fisted in his thick hair, breath caught in my throat.
When I stop seeing stars, he’s kissing my inner thigh. His lips soft and wet against the bite mark he left. His stubble dragging over my oversensitive skin. Murmuring against me.
“That’s one, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” He kisses higher. “But we’re not even close to done.”
I lie there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling. This man is going to ruin my life. And I’m going to hand him the damn keys.
I grab for his belt before he can move. His eyes flash…golden and surprised. Pleased. I unbuckle him. Pop the button. Drag the zipper down over the thick bulge straining against his jeans. And I pull his jeans and briefs down.
His cock springs free. Heavy. Thick. Long. Hard as granite and leaking at the tip. Veins running up the shaft. I stare at it. Then at him.
“I… I don’t think you’ll fit.”
His growl is low and dark. “You’ll take me.” My breath catches. “Wanna know why?” I nod. He wraps his hand around himself…his big fist barely closing around the girth…and strokes slowly. His eyes locked on mine. “Because this pussy was made for me. To stretch for me. To be full of me.”
I whimper. “Yes.”
He nudges my thighs wider with his knee and settles between them.
His cock slides through my slick folds…hot, heavy, the thick head dragging over my clit…
and we both moan. He runs the head down, pressing against my entrance.
Just the tip. My hands find his chest…his skin burning under my palms, his heart slamming… not pushing away. Pulling closer.
“I want this,” I say. And I mean more than the sex. More than tonight. I can see in his eyes that he knows it.
He leans down and kisses me. Tender. His lips soft on mine. His hand cupping my jaw, his rough thumb stroking my cheek. Then he pushes in.
Slow. Inch by inch. My mouth drops open. The stretch is blinding…thick and relentless, filling me, opening me. I feel every ridge of him, every vein, the impossible width. My nails dig into his back…his skin hot and smooth over hard muscle. I gasp, pant, and claw at him.
“Oh, my… fuck… you’re…”
“Big?” he rasps. His forehead pressed to mine. His golden eyes right there, inches away, burning into me. “Yeah. And you’re taking me so good, sweetheart. So fucking good. Just like I knew you would.”
He grinds deeper. I feel every inch sink in, stretching me until he bottoms out. Fully inside. Buried balls deep. I’ve never felt so full. So split open. So claimed.
“Fuck,” he grits, his jaw clenched. A vein pulses in his neck. His arms tremble where they bracket my head. “You feel that?”
I nod, panting. “I feel everything.”
“Good. Cause I’m not stopping.”
He pulls back and thrusts. Deep. Controlled. I cry out.
“You want it?”
“Yes!”
His hand slides down my body …over my breast, my ribs, my belly…and presses flat against my stomach. I feel him move inside me under his palm. The intimacy of it…his hand on my belly, feeling himself fuck me…cracks something in my chest wide open.
“You want me to fill you up, Ina?” His voice is raw. Stripped. Not dirty talk. A real question.
I hesitate for half a second. Not because I don’t want it. Because I know what I’m saying yes to with this man. It’s not just heat. It’s not just a kink. He’s asking me something real.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I want it.”
He loses it. Fucks me hard, deep, filthy. His hand, still on my belly. His mouth, at my ear. “Gonna make you mine, Ina. Fill this sweet pussy till you’re dripping. You’ll wake up still feeling me. Still smelling of me.”
I come again. Hard. My body arches, my mouth goes slack, my pussy clamps down around him and he follows…
grinding deep, holding me tight, burying himself as far as he can go.
I feel Beau pulse inside me, hot and thick.
Feel his big body shudder above me. His groan buried in my neck, vibrating through my skin.
We lie there. Tangled. Wrecked. His face in my neck. My fingers, in his thick, damp hair. Both of us breathing like we just survived something epic.
He doesn’t pull out. Just holds me. Pressing his lips to my shoulder. My temple. My mouth. Soft now. So soft it almost hurts worse than the fucking did.
“Stay,” he whispers. Not a command. A question.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
He pulls the blanket over us and tucks me against his chest. His big arm, heavy around my waist, his heartbeat thumping steady against my back, his cock still inside me, softening, warm.
And I lie there in the dark, in a house that smells like him, in a bed that feels like it was waiting for me, with a man still buried inside my body who just made love to me like I was the answer to a question he’s been asking his whole life.
I should be terrified. I should be running through every reason this can’t work. The age gap, the speed, the fact that I’ve been burned so badly I still flinch when someone reaches for me.
But I’m not terrified. I’m not running.
I’m lying in Beau Redding’s bed. His cum still warm inside me, his breath slow against my neck. His hand spread flat across my belly like he’s already dreaming about what he put there. And I don’t want to be anywhere else.