I greedily lap at his slit, seeking more salty deliciousness. He hauls me to my feet, a guttural sound rattling in his burly chest.
“I’m going to fuck your cervix into your throat,” he growls, pushing me facedown onto the counter.
“Wait! Condom!”
“I’m not using a condom.” He nudges my legs apart. “I want to feel you.”
“Not using protection is completely irresponsible!” I protest.
“I’m disease free and I trust that you are too,” he states, pulling the spatula from my ass and tossing it onto the counter. “Are you on birth control?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not.”
“Ovulating?”
“No, but—”
“Then shut the fuck up and take my dick,” Beau orders, working his cock into my snug pussy. “Impossible,” he mumbles disbelievingly. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
“I’m not,” I reply breathlessly.
“How the fuck are you so tight?” he grits out, snapping his hips forward in jerky motions.
“I don’t know,” I answer with a whimper. “I’m naturally narrow down there.”
“Don’t worry.” Beau brands his hard fingers into my waist and rocks into my sweltering channel inch by agonizing inch. “I’ll make it fit.”
My body trembles, struggling to accommodate his wide girth.
“Be a good girl and let daddy in,” he growls, surging balls deep into my depths.
“Take it out!” I wail, trying to twist from under him. “You’re too big!”
One wrong move and my pussy will be split open.
“Shhh.” He presses a hand between my shoulder blades, foiling my escape attempt. “I’ll give you three strokes to adjust, but after that…”
“After that what?”
“Cervix in your throat.” Beau carefully pulls back, and holy fucking shit, it feels like my vulva is being detached. “Goddamn, that pussy clingy,” he rasps, sheathing himself to the hilt again.
One.
“Fuck, Sweet Peach, this pussy molds to my dick just right.” Another torturous, soul-shattering stroke. “Emmett and Shepard are going to love it.”
Two.
I moan, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. My saturated walls flex and stretch, adapting to his methodical invasion.
“Squeeze,” he orders, stilling inside me.
I readily accede to his command, clenching and unclenching my feminine core around his arousal.
“Fuck, yes,” Beau clips in a voice thick with passion. “You feel fucking amazing.” He withdraws halfway then sinks into my throbbing passage again.
Three.
I widen my stance and place my palms flat on the counter, bracing for him. He doesn’t disappoint. He jackhammers into me and it’s the sweetest, most pleasurable agony I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s barbaric, lacking care or tenderness and I love every second, every merciless thrust. Fuck my cervix. I don’t need it. Soon the pain dulls, replaced with raw ecstasy. I’m overcome with sensations, feeling everything tenfold; the sweat beading on my heated skin… the wetness trickling down my inner thighs… the sensual melody produced by our colliding bodies.
