He leans down and kisses me. Tender. His lips soft on mine. His hand cupping my jaw, his rough thumb stroking my cheek. Then he pushes in.
Slow. Inch by inch. My mouth drops open. The stretch is blinding…thick and relentless, filling me, opening me. I feel every ridge of him, every vein, the impossible width. My nails dig into his back…his skin hot and smooth over hard muscle. I gasp, pant, and claw at him.
“Oh, my… fuck… you’re…”
“Big?” he rasps. His forehead pressed to mine. His golden eyes right there, inches away, burning into me. “Yeah. And you’re taking me so good, sweetheart. So fucking good. Just like I knew you would.”
He grinds deeper. I feel every inch sink in, stretching me until he bottoms out. Fully inside. Buried balls deep. I’ve never felt so full. So split open. So claimed.
“Fuck,” he grits, his jaw clenched. A vein pulses in his neck. His arms tremble where they bracket my head. “You feel that?”
I nod, panting. “I feel everything.”
“Good. Cause I’m not stopping.”
He pulls back and thrusts. Deep. Controlled. I cry out.
“You want it?”
“Yes!”
His hand slides down my body …over my breast, my ribs, my belly…and presses flat against my stomach. I feel him move inside me under his palm. The intimacy of it…his hand on my belly, feeling himself fuck me…cracks something in my chest wide open.
“You want me to fill you up, Ina?” His voice is raw. Stripped. Not dirty talk. A real question.
I hesitate for half a second. Not because I don’t want it. Because I know what I’m saying yes to with this man. It’s not just heat. It’s not just a kink. He’s asking me something real.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I want it.”
He loses it. Fucks me hard, deep, filthy. His hand, still on my belly. His mouth, at my ear. “Gonna make you mine, Ina. Fill this sweet pussy till you’re dripping. You’ll wake up still feeling me. Still smelling of me.”
I come again. Hard. My body arches, my mouth goes slack, my pussy clamps down around him and he follows…grinding deep, holding me tight, burying himself as far as he can go. I feel Beau pulse inside me, hot and thick. Feel his big body shudder above me. His groan buried in my neck, vibrating through my skin.
We lie there. Tangled. Wrecked. His face in my neck. My fingers, in his thick, damp hair. Both of us breathing like we just survived something epic.
He doesn’t pull out. Just holds me. Pressing his lips to my shoulder. My temple. My mouth. Soft now. So soft it almost hurts worse than the fucking did.
“Stay,” he whispers. Not a command. A question.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
He pulls the blanket over us and tucks me against his chest. His big arm, heavy around my waist, his heartbeat thumping steady against my back, his cock still inside me, softening, warm. And I lie there in the dark, in a house that smells like him, in a bed that feels like it was waiting for me, with a man still buried inside my body who just made love to me like I was the answer to a question he’s been asking his whole life.
I should be terrified. I should be running through every reason this can’t work. The age gap, the speed, the fact that I’ve been burned so badly I still flinch when someone reaches for me.
But I’m not terrified. I’m not running.
I’m lying in Beau Redding’s bed. His cum still warm inside me, his breath slow against my neck. His hand spread flat across my belly like he’s already dreaming about what he put there. And I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Nine
Beau
I wake up before she does. That’s not unusual; been up at five my whole life. What’s new is the warm, soft, perfect woman curled into my side like she was built to fit there.
Ina’s lying on her stomach, her face turned toward me on the pillow. Her braids are fanned out everywhere…messy, wild, half of them across my chest. Lips parted, full and swollen from last night, dark lashes resting against her cheeks. And the sheet has slipped to her waist, leaving her bare back exposed…smooth, golden-brown skin, the curve of her spine, the dimples at the base where her back meets the swell of her ass.
I don’t move. I just lie here like a man possessed, watching her breathe.
