Chapter Nine #2
When his teeth gently bite down on my throbbing clit, I explode. I black out as wave after wave of pleasure assaults me.
When I'm finally able to open my eyes, Beau is hovering over me. His cock is notched at my center as he places gentle kisses all over my face.
"That was fucking incredible, Joey girl." He smiles at me, but it’s strained.
I'm sure he's dying for his own release right now, and I want nothing more than to have him sink into me. Barely having any control of my body, I slide my hand between us and grab his length. I position him at my center and raise my hips enough for his tip to slide in.
"Christ, Jolene." Beau's head falls forward onto my chest. His whole body is vibrating, but he's still not thrusting into me the way I'm dying for.
"What are you waiting for, pretty boy? Fill me with your monster cock already."
Beau pulls his head back, shocking me with all the emotions I see swirling in his gorgeous eyes. He arches his brow as if to ask, Are you sure?
I barely nod in confirmation when he slams into me.
"Fuck me," he grits out as he sets an unrelenting pace.
I'd love to let one of my snarky retorts fly, but I'm so damn dickmatized that nothing comes out except moans, whimpers, and garbled pleas.
Beau grabs me under my knees and lifts up, making his dick rub against my front wall. It sends shoots of pleasure through me to the point where I don't even know what I'm saying or doing.
I'm getting close when his finger starts strumming my clit. It pulses as he moves faster, sending my pleasure skyrocketing until I'm falling.
"Hell yeah. I can feel you pulsing around me, Joey girl. Feels. So. Fucking. Good." Beau punctuates each word with a thrust, quickly building me back up. "You're going to give me one more."
I shake my head. "I-I don't think I c-can. It's too m-much."
"Oh, you fucking can and you will. You're going to milk my cock as I fill you with my cum. When it starts to leak out, I'm going to finger fuck it right back in you and make you give me one mo—"
"Beau!" His name comes out strangled as another orgasm rips through me.
Beau leans forward and folds my legs to my chest. He thrusts once, twice, and then groans, "Jolene," as he fills me.
I'm so fucking wet that I can feel us dripping down my thighs, even though Beau is still buried in me. Letting him come inside me is fucking reckless, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
He slowly rises off of me and gently guides my legs to the floor, never pulling from my center. Every time he moves, his cock shifts inside me, sending tiny aftershocks throughout my body.
"I've never …"
"Me neither, but fuck, I can't wait to do that again."
I whimper, unable to imagine handling any more pleasure. When Beau's cock twitches inside me, a pathetic gasp falls from my lips. Our eyes meet; Beau's are sated as a shy smile spreads across his face.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough. I … There's just something about you that makes me lose control."
"It was fucking epic, pretty boy. I've never been able to get off with someone else, so what you just did to me was life-altering."
His cocky smirk is back, and I almost regret admitting that to him, but seeing his smug face is a price I'll pay if I ever get to feel this way again.
Beau slides out, and my eyes widen as they see he’s half hard already.
"Fucking hell. Look at what a pretty little mess you are." His eyes are glued to our cum leaking out of my center.
I gasp when his finger slides up my thigh then glides through my lips.
"Open."
I don't hesitate. His finger is dripping with our release as he pushes it into my mouth.
The taste of us together has a moan rumbling in my chest and Beau's eyes heating.
He pulls his finger free from my lips with a pop and trails it down my body until he gets to my thoroughly worked center.
He spreads me open, and I can't stop my body from clenching as if it's begging to be filled again.
"Fuck. Look how greedy for more your cunt is. Did I not do a good enough job?" he teases as he gathers our mess and shoves it back in.
My back arches off the floor as a startled scream fills the cabin's air.
How the fuck is he doing this to me?
I'm fucking spent, and the idea of taking any more sounds like torture at this point, but Beau doesn't care. He adds another finger, then grinds the heel of his hand down on my clit.
This orgasm is fast and furious, but no less potent than the ones that came before it.
"I'm sorry, Joey girl, but I need one more."
"Beau … Please, no." Tears spill over my lashes. I'm fucking wrecked, but Beau doesn't just want to wreck me; he wants to ruin me for all who may come after him.
"Come here, Jolene." Beau hefts me off the floor, and all I can do is place my arms around his neck. He's holding me up by my thighs. Try as I might, I can't seem to wrap my legs around his waist. I just tuck my head into his neck and hang on for the ride.
When I open my eyes, we're in the loft, where Beau's bedroom is. Being inside rather than creeping from a tree limb outside his window is a completely different perspective.
Beau pulls the covers down on his bed, then lays me down. He climbs in on top of me and brings the covers over us. Notching himself between my legs, he reaches behind my knee and lifts my leg to his hip.
His eyes are intense as they stare down at me. Mine are still swimming in emotion, and it takes everything in me to let him see it.
Slowly, he brushes the lightest kiss to the corner of my mouth. He does it again to the other side, which makes me relax and melt into the mattress.
Beau slides inside me. I'm still sensitive from our romp only minutes ago, and it's impossible to relax into his soft thrusts at first. His pace is unhurried as he slowly builds both of our pleasures.
Needing more, I lean up, seeking out his lips. Our tongues dance as his thrusts speed up just a bit. I honestly didn't think I'd be able to come again, especially like this, but my orgasm gradually builds in me.
I start to meet his thrusts as Beau picks up the pace. Sliding his hands into mine, he locks our fingers together, using his strength to keep him from crushing me. Beau tilts his hips on his next thrust, hitting a spot so deep inside me that I cry out.
"Right there, Beau. Please don't stop."
"Never, Joey girl. I'm never going to stop." He meets my eyes, letting me see the truth in his words.
In an instant, my orgasm hits. It floods through my veins as it stirs in me feelings that I didn't know I'd ever feel.
My eyes fall shut.
"Eyes on me, Jolene," Beau whispers.
They snap open as tears flood from them. It's like Beau Calhoun is tearing me apart, piece by piece, and only he can put me back together.
"There's my girl."
Hearing him call me his has my walls fluttering in aftershocks.
His smile is blinding but morphs into pure ecstasy as he releases deep inside of me then collapses on top of me, pushing me into the mattress. It should feel suffocating, but it's exactly what I need at this moment.
Completely spent, I struggle to keep my eyes open, but it's a losing battle. Even though Beau's still buried inside me, I start to succumb to sleep.
"Thank you, Joey girl." Beau's lips brush the side of my head and pull a sleepy smile to my face.
I have no fucking clue what happened tonight, but what I do know is that something has shifted inside me. Never wanting to need a man, I never thought I'd be in this position. What I didn't know was how fucking much I'd want one.
Well, not just anyone. Beau Calhoun ruined me tonight, and surprisingly enough, I'm okay with that.