“Maybe,” he says. “But I want to hear that filthy mouth of yours.”
I look at him with a teasing smile. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Make me come.”
“Goddamn, woman.” Holding onto me, he stands up and wraps my legs around him.
“Where are we going?” I giggle.
“Bedroom. I want more room to fuck the shit out of you.”
And he’s talking aboutmydirty mouth? I don’t know where his came from, but I’m loving it.
We get to Beau’s bedroom where he sets me down in the middle of his king-sized bed. The only light in the room is the dim glow of a small lamp on the bedside table. It’s still enough to see absolutely everything.
I watch in awe as Beau takes off his shirt. Last night, at the shop, I was the only one that was naked. As I see his large chest and shoulders come into view, I notice how fucking sexy he is. It’s not that he’s overly toned or muscular. He’s just tall and big. He’s probably tripled in size since high school. But somehow, he still looks just the same.
My eyes stay fixed on him as he slowly pulls my pants and socks off my body.
When I don’t have a stitch on, he pulls my ass to the edge of the bed and kneels between my thighs. I let my knees fall open to give him full access.
He moves excruciatingly slowly, kissing up each of my thighs while my pussy practically pulses with need. I’m about to start begging for more when he finally moves where I need him to go.
Starting softly, he runs his tongue along the length of my slit. I shiver the moment he hits the metal in my clit ring. The slightest movement of it drives me wild.
I love getting my pussy eaten, but normally, it’s just an appetizer before getting to the sex. I am usually too ADHD to sit still long enough to have an orgasm–especially when the men don't know what they’re doing.
But damn, Beau acts like he has made it his fucking job to make me feel good. He uses his tongue to try all different things and pays attention to what I like the most.
When he focuses on my clit with the ring through it, I about come unglued. He takes his time, figuring out how to touch it without causing any pain.
He finds the sweet spot when he sucks me into his mouth. He gently holds the ring with his teeth while his tongue licks circles.
“Oh God, Beau,” I moan. It feels so good that I don’t even think about the sex we're about to have. Sure, I’m excited for it, but I don’t want this to end either.
When he pinpoints exactly how I like it, he doesn’t move or try to do something he thinks I’ll like more. He just keeps going with the same speed and pressure.
My legs begin to quiver as heat forms in my core. My moans get louder as I start writhing on the bed. Beau uses his large hands to hold me in place while he finishes the job at hand.
It’s a massive build-up with a release that comes out of nowhere. I scream out as I come for what feels like forever.
Beau’s licks get softer as I come down off the high.
“Fuck,” I whisper with my chest heaving.
“You taste so damn good,” he says between a few kisses scattered on my thigh.
As wonderful as that felt, I want more.
No, Ineedmore.
“Pants off, Stephenson.”
He smiles up at me. “You’re awfully impatient.”
“Yes, I am. Now, pants off.”
He stands up and does as I ask. Meanwhile, I keep my eyes fixed on him and how sexy he is.
As his cock comes into view, I get even more turned on. It’s not some massive porn-star member that’s going to rip me apart. I’d say it's slightly above average, but I know what he can do with that thing. I remember all too well from last night–hence my excitement.
