“Do you promise if I do that, you’ll behave yourself so I can … play?”
The hunger I see in her eyes has my cock getting even harder than it already is. “What if I promise to hold out as long as I can?” I ask, gruffly. Desire shoots through me so strong that if I was standing it would cause me to stagger.
She grins, standing up straight, at the foot of the bed. “I can work with that,” Beau brags. I watch as she slowly takes off the soft pink bra she’s wearing. Her perfect tits that are large, with beautiful peach nipples that stick out begging for my mouth. Christ, every single time I look at her, she just gets better and better. Her hands cup her breasts, and I groan watching her. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “See something you like, Cowboy?”
“Fuck, yeah, I do,” I growl, my voice hoarse with hunger.
“Do you want a taste?” she purrs, pinching her nipples. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.
“Bring it to me,” I beg.
“In time, Hunter. You can’t rush some things,”
“At least take off those damn shorts and let me see that sweet little pussy. Please, baby?” She bites down on her lip. Her nipples are hard and stiff. She’s so excited, I bet I could get her off with just a couple of touches. That’s one thing about the two of us together. We’re always instant fire. I want her like I never thought it would be possible to want a woman. I lose myself in her with just one touch. I watch—mesmerized—as she hooks her fingers on each side of her pajama shorts and then pushes them down her body. “Motherfucker,” I groan, realizing that she’s not wearing panties. If I had known that, I’d already taken her up against the fucking wall.
“Getting a little too excited, Hunter? Your poor cock is weeping,” she breathes out, kicking her shorts to the side.
“Stop teasing me, Beau. I’m about to blow without you even touch me, like some fucking kid that just saw his first set of tits.”
It seems like an eternity before she climbs on the bed and straddles my hips. It feels like the sweetest heaven imaginable. The heat of her presses against my cock, the lips of her sweet pussy open as she presses her wet cunt against the hard ridge of my shaft. Beau doesn’t move. She just presses against me and stares into my eyes.
“You feel so good, Hunter.”
My hand cups the side of her face and I take a moment to look at my beautiful Beau. The shadows that I’d see in her face from time to time are gone. There’s no unknown darkness that I couldn’t quite reach holding her back. Being intimate with her—in whatever way we chose—has been amazing. Yet, she’s always been a little guarded. I mean, she was even the first night we were together. Tonight, that’s gone completely.
“My woman is different tonight,” I whisper and even I can hear the awe in my voice.
“I’m free. That asshole will never hurt me again. I’ll never have to worry about him showing back up at my door. He’ll never harm anyone I love again. I’m free and …”
“And?” I prompt, letting my hand move down the column of her neck, letting my fingers silently dance across her skin, memorizing every inch of her.
“And I’m yours,” she groans as she starts grinding against my cock.
My damn heart stutters in my chest with her words. They’re an answer to every dream I’ve ever had. I grab her hair, wrapping my fingers in it—almost violently—and pull her down so that her lips are against mine and I kiss her with all of the emotion that I’m feeling. Beau’s full, firm breasts press against my chest, adding even more to the pleasure I’m already feeling. I take her mouth with all. The. love, hunger and need that I’m feeling. I try my best to open my heart to her within the kiss. I want her to feel and know just how deeply I’m tied to her. Beau is my world.
When I finally release her mouth and she pulls back to look at me, their swollen and red from the ferocity of our kiss. My hands move to her breasts. I let my thumbs slide against her nipples, smiling up at her. “I fucking love your body,” I admit.
As she slides against my cock, her juices cover me. Hot. Warm. Wet. Fuck, I could come just from this, but it’s not what I want. Still, Beau’s too beautiful like this to stop it. I hold onto her hips, helping her to find the right rhythm, while helping her to bear down on my cock. It’s the most pleasure-filled torture imaginable.
“Oh, shit. Right there,” she moans. “That feels so good, Hunter.”
I feel her pussy somehow drenching me even more as she pushes down so tight that I can feel her clit throbbing against the hard ridges of my cock. Her juices are dripping down on myballs, and it feels as if she’s branding me as hers—and I am.All of me belongs to her. I can’t breathe without this woman.
“God, look at you,” I purr. “You look like a fucking queen sliding against my cock. So damned gorgeous. You own me, Beau.”
She lifts up and her hand wraps around my cock. She holds it steady and slowly lowers herself down on me. It was good before. There are no words now. The slick, throbbing walls of her pussy tighten around me, already trying to milk me as she stretches to accommodate me.
“Hunter,” she gasps, as she begins riding me. She fucks herself, bouncing up and down on my cock so hard that I’m hypnotized by the way her breast slap against her chest. I can already feel heat zinging through me. My balls tighten and I let out a growl as I try to hold back, not wanting this to end.
Maybe I could have held on if she hadn’t come all over my cock. I’m not sure, but when I feel her climax, her wet heat flooding my cock I lose it. I hold her tight, so we stay connected, as I roll over so I’m on top. I push her legs up, angling her body so that I get as deep as possible. I begin thrusting in and out of her, riding her hard, lost to the pleasure that only Beau can give me. Her sweet cunt milks my cock, clamping down with all of her might, letting me know that she needs me as desperately as I need her.
“Fuck, baby. This is going to go too damn fast. I can’t hold back with you. You were made to take my cock. Admit it,” I growl, my entire body feeling like a live wire—ready to explode.
“I was made to take your cock,” she puffs out, her sex-glazed eyes staring up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “I was made for you.”
“That’s right you were. You’re mine completely, Beau. I’m never fucking lettering you go.”
“You’re mine,” she cries out and Jesus, she’s coming again.
