31. Chapter 31 #3
His pace quickens, and I moan each time he bottoms out inside me, my own cock throbbing and leaking between us. Sensing what I need, he stands to his full height, puts my ankles back up on his shoulders, wraps his arms around my thighs, and drives into me.
My moans grow louder as I beg. “Harder. Please—” The words dissolve into moans as he obliges, his powerful hips snapping forward, shifting angles, his cock finding that perfect spot.
“Fuck, right there.” His eyes never leave mine, dark with hunger, watching, jaw clenched as I unravel beneath him.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
“Put your hands around my neck and hold on tight,” Beau commands as he wraps my trembling legs around his waist again and lifts me, standing tall.
Suspended in air, completely at his mercy, I feel impossibly full as gravity works me down onto him, impaling me over and over. Each time he pulls me down, our skin slaps together, and I feel him deep, in that place that few men can reach, much less stroke with such mastery.
“I want to ride you,” I say, and his grin grows.
“You want to ride this big cock, baby?” His voice drops to a gravelly whisper that vibrates through my entire body.
“Please, Beau, let me make you feel as good as you make me.”
Turning around and sitting on the bed, he stays inside me as he works his way across the mattress. I feel every inch of him shifting as he settles onto his back, his hands sliding up my thighs, leaving trails of fire on my skin.
“Yeah, baby. Ride it just like that.” He wraps his strong fingers around my aching length, thumb circling the slick tip, then pumping, stroking as I arch my back, bouncing in his lap, studying him, squeezing his ample girth as I ride.
His breath catches, a small victory that makes me dizzy with power.
Heat builds between us as I work him, tip to base, watching his face contort with pleasure when I find the perfect rhythm. “Fuck yes.”
Not ready for this to end, I push his hand away from my cock and pin it beside his head, leaning down until our lips brush.
He holds me by the jaw and stares into my eyes, thumb tracing my lower lip, which I suck into my mouth as I continue to ride.
He exchanges it for his first two fingers.
I grab his wrist and direct them deep, the tips pressing against the opening of my throat, my body reacting, my hole squeezing.
“God, baby, that feels so fucking good,” he growls. “You’re so fucking good to me.”
I release the digits, and he takes over once more, hands gliding down my body, gripping my waist. Holding me in place, he pounds up into me, each thrust igniting stars behind my eyelids.
His muscles coil tighter, his rhythm growing urgent as his breathing fractures.
My moans are more akin to shouts as he nails me from below, begging wordlessly, a primal urge growing deep inside for him to flood me with his seed.
I can feel his control slipping, but Beau’s eyes lock with mine, determined to witness my pleasure first. I arch my back, drinking in the sight of him, the sweat on his tanned brow, how his jaw clenches when I tighten around him, those veiny hands leaving fingerprints of desire on my skin.
My orgasm builds as his hips slap against me. My cock swells, my balls tighten, and I shout louder than ever. “Fuck!” We both watch in awe as I have my first hands-free orgasm, my dick throbbing as I shoot my second load of the night, this time all over Beau’s perfect abs and chest.
The room spins and darkens at the edges, but Beau’s voice pulls me back, his words rough velvet against my senses as his hips continue their relentless claim.
Then Beau’s eyes roll back, his voice breaking. “Oh fuck, baby. Fuck— That’s— You’re gripping me so right. Just—so perfect for me.”
“Do it,” I say, almost a whimper, my own pleasure still intense as he continues to pound me. “Breed me, Beau. Please.”
Permission granted, he yells through gritted teeth and thrusts deep inside me again, remaining there as his cock throbs with each pulse of his orgasm.
He pulls me down and captures my mouth in a desperate kiss, our tongues tangling as he continues to pump, each thrust sending another hot splash right where I need it.
When he finally stills, our bodies are fused together, slick with sweat and cum. His fingertips trace the curve of my spine, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my oversensitized body.
I find his eyes, our faces inches apart, sharing the same heated breath. “Fuck, Beau,” I whisper against his lips, tasting the salt on his skin.
I have no other words.
“That was easily the best sex I’ve ever had,” he says, still breathless.
“Same.” I’m too worn out for proper banter.
We lay there another minute, basking in the afterglow of the beauty we created together.
Once his breath finally levels out, Beau says, “I need a shower.”
“God, me too.”
He laughs and then, to my delight, picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. Which is good because I don’t think my wobbling legs could handle it.