When I’m about to succumb to overwhelming pleasure again, he sits up, shoving down his sweats to fist his cock. He strokes himself a few times before climbing between my thighs, shoving nearly his entire length inside my tender pussy in one thrust.
I groan, and my hand jerks, wanting to fly up to claw his shoulder, but the restraint stops me again.
“Oh god,” I moan.
I see the smirk on his face and his impulse to make another lame joke tied to Christmas, so I shake my head.
“Shut up,” I hiss, rocking my hips up to get him to move. He chuckles anyway, leaning down to kiss me before pulling away. His eyes roam down my body.
“I really like you all tied up and shining like my own personal present. Can I record it?”
My heart skips at the question. I’ve never been one to make any kind of tapes, but I have to say I’ve never been in a position as wild as this one, and I kind of want to see. I nod, and Beau grabs his phone, kneeling back a tiny bit to get the very first shot of his cock stretching my pussy.
He pulls out timidly before shoving forward again, and I bite back the groan as he pans his camera up my body, following every curve of the lights around my waist and breasts before moving back down to my pussy. He thrusts a few times, and the slow drag of his cock makes my eyes roll back.
Then he reaches down, thumbing my clit in gentle circles. I come before I can try to quiet it; a cry rips from my throat as the waves of pleasure wash over me. He grunts, riding me through my release before chucking the phone and leaning over me, pumping his hips faster.
My one free leg hooks over his, and he holds it to his side, his fingers digging into my flesh as he presses deep into me over and over.
I kiss down his jaw, nipping at his neck. “Please, please. Don’t stop.”
A hollow laugh rings around us. “If I could, I’d die in your pussy. Fuck, you feel so good. Tell me how much. Tell me how much you love me inside you.”
My tongue dries up, even as I get wetter, and I mutter something under my breath. Beau leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, biting softly on the taut bud.
“You can do better than that, baby. Where’s the wild woman I met in Costa Rica? The one who swallowed my entire cock like a goddamn pro.”
I clench down on him, the memory of our time making me grow even wetter.
“Kiss me,” I demand, wishing I could slide my hands up to his face. He does, the kiss harsh and soul sucking.
He pulls away, our breathing erratic as I whisper against his lips. “You feel so good, Beau. So good. You’re so big inside me, and when you come, I can feel it. I can feel your cock throbbing as you spill everything. Please, please come inside me.”
Beau lets out a guttural groan and does just that. His panting breaths fan over me as his cock jerks, filling me with his cum for the umpteenth time in the last two days.
I’m wary that an emergency contraceptive would even work at this point. I kiss him again, and he greedily swallows my tongue until his hips stop rocking and his cock starts to soften.
We stay tangled like that for a few more minutes until he helps unwrap the lights and pulls me back into his side to cuddle longer. “We’ll have to get up and shower in a bit,” I tell him, not wanting an infection with the amount of chocolate that was dipped into my pussy.
He hums, his hand sliding between my legs and fingering my leaking hole. “Okay, a few more minutes, then I’ll clean you up.”
Chapter 9
Kayla
I blink,barely registering the slam of a door before a screech pierces the air, startling us both. I sit up, Beau’s arm falling off of me as he groans and follows me.
I’m sure my hair is sticking up all over the place, having let it air dry after the shower last night. This time I made Beau move the couch closer and pull out the sofa sleeper portion because I wasn’t going to sleep on the floor again.
My head snaps to my sister standing in the archway between the living room and the foyer.
“I can’t believe this!” Kendall screams.
My mom has her hand over Theo’s eyes, tugging him out of the room as Beau and I try to grab clothes to cover ourselves.
“Kendall—” I try to say, since Beau hasn’t spoken at all. In fact, the man doesn’t even look ashamed.
Kendall screeches again, surging toward me and pushing me harshly. “You fucking bitch!”
