My core ached with need so intense, it was almost painful.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “I’m okay with it. But I need you to fuck me first.”
I’d wanted to say it like it was an order, but it came out as a plea. Even with Beau’s lips sending sparks of pleasure through my nerve endings, I needed us to be connected in that way. Needed to feel him, even if his size made me nervous.
Beau’s body lurched, then he crawled up to claim my mouth again.
He tasted of me.
“My baby wants my cock, huh?”
I nodded, my heart exploding at hearing him call mehis.
He languidly pressed himself against my entrance, as if he had all the time in the world. As if all of his muscles weren’t coiled tight from the power of his need. He rubbed upward, downward, over my sensitive flesh, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he coated himself with me.
But he didn’t enter. Not yet. He pulled away, and I let out a groan of protest.
He grinned devilishly. I’d never seen Beau smile like that. Until we were naked in his bed with his cock teasing my entrance.
He reached behind my head for a pillow. It didn’t go under my head, though; it went under my hips, propping me up. Preparing me.
Beau looked absolutely wild with need, but he was still in control, making measures for my comfort.
“I want you to take me.” He fisted the base of his cock. “Like a good fucking girl. Are you going to take all of me, Hannah?”
I nodded, my lips dry, my body buzzing with need. “Yes,” I replied, even if I wasn’t sure it was anatomically possible.
Beau stared at me, still holding his cock. “Yes, what?”
The edges of my lips curled up, knowing exactly what he needed me to say. “Yes, Mr. Shaw.”
He let out a groan, and his cock twitched, fuckingtwitchedat my words. He ran a finger over a bead of pre-cum at the tip of his cock then leaned down.
My lips parted for him before he even had to say a word. His finger in my mouth, the salty taste of him, his desire, drove me wild.
I grazed the skin with my teeth as he withdrew his finger, watching his muscles flex as he positioned himself at my entrance again.
I’d expected him to ease in. On account of his size, and his apparent need to torture me, I thought he would drag it out. And because he had established that he was overly concerned with my comfort.
I did not expect him to buck his hips and fill me. To the hilt. In one stroke.
I let out a muffled cry at the beautiful intrusion, made more intense by the angle of my hips.
He was big. He was fucking huge. It defied the laws of physics that he fit in there, bottomed out.
But he’d prepared me. He’d prepared meverywell. My body was primed, soaking for him.
There was an edge of pain, but one that was required to offset the sheer force of pleasure at Beau’s cock inside me. If I hadn’t felt that twinge of discomfort, I might’ve come right then and there. I might’ve passed out from pleasure right then and there too.
Beau’s violent entrance set the precedent for intense, furious fucking. But he stayed where he was, filling me, utterly still.
The cords in his neck were bulging with the obvious effort it took him to stay motionless. He held himself hovering above my body, eyes glued to where we were joined.
They were wide with wonder. With a brutal ownership.
“Perfect,” he grunted. Then he plowed forward, and I cried out again, fisting the sheets.
Tears escaped the edges of my eyes. Not from any kind of pain or sorrow, but because I couldn’t handle the physical and emotional pleasure coursing through me. My body had already been turned to jelly with his lips. Now his cock.
