“Liar.” He trails open-mouth kisses along the side of my neck. “I’m going to bend you like a fucking pretzel and pound your pussy sore.”
A needy whimper escapes my lips, imagining the many ways he couldbendme like a pretzel. Beau sinks to his knees and tugs my thong to my ankles, then spreads my ass cheeks apart.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” he asks gruffly, his thumbs gently caressing my puckered opening.
“No,” I answer, my eyelids fluttering closed.
“This ass.” Beau plants his nose at my snug entrance and inhales. “I’ve wanted to taste it from the first moment I saw you.”
And that’s just what he does, pushing his tongue into my muscular ring. I throw my head back and release a low keening moan, my lower stomach digging into the counter. Beau delves his fingers between my moist folds, finding my clit. He strums my bud in a circular motion, propelling my nerve endings to inferno heights.
“Yes!” I shout, gyrating against his hand. “I need to come. Please, make me come.”
I grip the counter, swirling my hips like a woman possessed. He groans, sending vibrations through my sex. A spark ignites in my belly and quickly gains momentum. My movements become uncoordinated, desperate. Beau alternates between lightly pinching and kneading my swollen clit while still greedily tonguing my rimmed opening.
“Oh my God,” I murmur breathlessly. “Yes, Beau, yes. Please.”
I feel my orgasm building, feel my pussy ripening, doubling in size.
“Beau!” I scream, my slick walls spasming violently.
I lurch forward, my jaw going slack, my legs trembling uncontrollably. Beau kisses his way up my quivering body and inserts two fingers into my wet heat.
“I can’t,” I slur, my head lolling against his chest.
“Bowing out already, Sweet Peach?” Beau rumbles, ruthlessly tunneling through my dripping passage. “I’m just getting started. What do you use to get this little pussy off?”
“Vibrator,” I respond, mindless with need.
“No more vibrator for you,” he orders, sucking my earlobe into his mouth. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whisper in agreement. “No more.”
“You come to us to take care of you.” In and out, he pumps into me, knuckles deep.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Take care of me, always.”
“That’s my good girl,” Beau praises, burrowing his hand beneath my bra.
I’m incandescently immersed in him. His ferociousness and wild dominance command my aching body. I’ll do anything, say anything, to prolong this savage pleasure. Consequences be damned. This point in time is all that matters. Fuck oxygen… fuck water… fuck food. He is my sustenance. The only nutrients my body needs.
“Is that all you got for me, Sweet Peach? I know you can fuck my fingers better than that,” Beau chides in a husky undertone, tweaking a nipple to a granite peak. “Move that sweet ass, or do you want me to stop?”
“No, don’t stop,” I plead, rolling my hips downwards to meet his plundering fingers.
I turn my head, molding my lips to his in a hungry kiss. Beau swiftly takes the lead, widening his jaw over my mouth. We’re virtually strangers, but this man is devouring my entire being, calling to me on a cellular level as if we were specifically made for each other. I moan into his mouth and he answers with his tongue, rolling the textured organ against my own in lustful urgency. I reach back, curling an arm around his nape. He thrusts his fingers impossibly deeper, bumping against my G-spot. I latch onto his wrist, digging sharp fingernails into his sun-kissed skin.
“I feel it coming,” I whisper against his lips.
“What do you feel?” he rasps, his intense steel-blue eyes boring into mine. “Describe it to me.”
“Pressure… tingling… I’m on fire.” I shout my pleasure, unadulterated rapture consuming me as a flood pours from my convulsing sex.
“You dirty whore.” Beau seizes my hair and forces me to my knees. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” He kneels beside me and shoves my face into the milky liquid. “Lick up every last drop.”
“You’re insane!” I shriek, straining to break free.
“Lick,” he demands.
