“I want you to… oh my God,” I moan, because he shifts under me as he walks. His cock is hard and thick and pressed against my panties like a threat and a promise all at once.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he says low against my ear. “Gonna make you scream for me.” He licks the shell of my ear. Sucks my earlobe. Bites the sensitive skin on my neck. “Beg.”
“Oh,” is all I can manage. “Okay…”
His bedroom is huge. Sparkling clean. But the bed? That’s not a bed. It’s a goddamn continent covered in dark sheets, Alaskan king size. I blink at it as Beau kneels and lays me down in the center, like he’s setting down something he’s been searching for his whole life.
He stands back. Just looking at me. His broad chest bare, rising and falling hard. The V of muscle above his jeans sharp and shadowed. His abs clenching with every breath. His golden eyes wild with hunger…like I’m already naked, already ruined, and he’s deciding where to start.
He peels off my tank top. Then my bra. His eyes drag over my bare tits and his jaw flexes. I watch his throat work…a hard swallow…and his big hands curl into fists at his sides. Like he’s restraining himself.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re perfect.”
I snort breathlessly. But before I can deflect, he leans in and licks my nipple. His hot tongue dragging flat and slow over the tight bud. Then he sucks. Deep.
“You are,” he says against my skin.
My head flies back. His hands are at my waistband. Shorts and panties down in one smooth move. He kisses my belly…his full lips soft on my skin. My hips…his stubble grazing the sensitive crease where my thigh begins. My inner thighs…his breath hot, his mouth wet. Then he bites me. Not gently. The sharp sting of his teeth on the tender flesh of my inner thigh makes me yelp and clench, and throb all at once.
“Been thinking about this pussy since the fair,” he growls, his breath fanning hot against my swollen flesh. “You wet for me already?”
I choke out a laugh. “What do you think?”
He chuckles…a low rumble I feel against my core. Then he spreads me open with his big hands…his rough thumbs parting me, exposing me…breathes me in, and looks up. His golden eyes dark and burning between my thighs. His full lips glistening.
“Good girl,” he rumbles against my throbbing flesh.
Then Beau Redding devours me.
There’s no other word for it. He licks and sucks and tongues me like he’s fucking starving, like the taste of me is the only thing keeping him alive. I can feel every ridge of his tongue. The scrape of his stubble on my inner thighs. The suction of his full lips pulling my clit. I’m arching off the bed, gasping, babbling things that aren’t English. His hands hold my thighs down…fingers sinking into my flesh, his grip firm and possessive…while his tongue flicks, then plunges deeper. My legs shake. My eyes cross.
“Oh, my God… Beau… I can’t…”
He pulls back just enough to speak. His lips brush my swollen clit as he talks, and I almost die. “Yes, you can. You’regonna come for me, pretty girl. Gonna soak my face.” His voice drops darker. “And then I’m gonna fuck you so deep you won’t remember your own name.”
“Ohhhh… fuck. Beau.”
He hums against me…the vibration shooting through my clit like electricity. Then he goes back in, and I break. Lightning. My thighs clamp around his head. My back bows off the mattress. I come hard, trembling everywhere, my hand fisted in his thick hair, breath caught in my throat.
When I stop seeing stars, he’s kissing my inner thigh. His lips soft and wet against the bite mark he left. His stubble dragging over my oversensitive skin. Murmuring against me.
“That’s one, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” He kisses higher. “But we’re not even close to done.”
I lie there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling. This man is going to ruin my life. And I’m going to hand him the damn keys.
I grab for his belt before he can move. His eyes flash…golden and surprised. Pleased. I unbuckle him. Pop the button. Drag the zipper down over the thick bulge straining against his jeans. And I pull his jeans and briefs down.
His cock springs free. Heavy. Thick. Long. Hard as granite and leaking at the tip. Veins running up the shaft. I stare at it. Then at him.
“I… I don’t think you’ll fit.”
His growl is low and dark. “You’ll take me.” My breath catches. “Wanna know why?” I nod. He wraps his hand around himself…his big fist barely closing around the girth…and strokes slowly. His eyes locked on mine. “Because this pussy was made for me. To stretch for me. To be full of me.”
I whimper. “Yes.”
He nudges my thighs wider with his knee and settles between them. His cock slides through my slick folds…hot, heavy, the thick head dragging over my clit…and we both moan. He runsthe head down, pressing against my entrance. Just the tip. My hands find his chest…his skin burning under my palms, his heart slamming…not pushing away. Pulling closer.
“I want this,” I say. And I mean more than the sex. More than tonight. I can see in his eyes that he knows it.
