Her eyes go wide. “Beau Redding, I swear to…”
I kiss her quiet. And spend the next two hours making up for every minute I wasn’t inside her.
I wake up to Ina’s bed. Ina’s sheets. Ina’s warm, thick, perfect body face down on the mattress next to me with her face smashed into a pillow and her bare ass just… out. Just sitting there. Round and full. The kind of ass that makes grown men lose their religion. Two full, heavy cheeks I can still feel in my palms from last night. Marks from my fingers fading on her skin.
Her braids are everywhere. One arm hanging off the side of the bed. She’s dead to the world. Which should not be as cute as it is. Her back is bare …smooth dark skin, the line of her spine, the dimples above her ass. Hickeys on her shoulder and the back of her neck. Mine.
I should let her sleep. I know I should. I kept her up half the night. She’s probably sore in places she didn’t know she had.
But.
That ass. Her thick thighs, parted just enough. The way her pussy’s still swollen and flushed from last night, glistening between her legs. Puffy. Wet even in her sleep. Like her body knows I’m watching and is answering before she wakes.
I’m hard. Already. My cock’s standing at full attention, pressing against the sheets, throbbing like it didn’t just come four times in the last eight hours.
I ease closer. Slide a pillow under her hips. Slow. Careful. She mumbles something and shifts …her ass lifting, her thighs opening wider …but doesn’t wake.
I run my hand up the back of her thigh. Feel the smooth skin, the thick muscle under, the softness at the very top where her thigh meets her ass. Over the curve of her ass …round and heavy in my palm. I spread her cheeks with both hands and just… look. Swollen. Flushed. Still wet. Still mine.
I lean in and drag my tongue over her pussy from behind. One slow, long lick. She tastes like salt and sex and her, and I groan against her skin.
Ina jolts. Her head snaps up from the pillow.
“Wh…what…”
I lick her again. Deeper this time. Pushing my tongue inside her. Tasting her sweetness. Filthy and perfect.
“Beau?!” she sounds half asleep and half outraged. “Are you…Oh my God.”
“Mornin’, baby,” I murmur against her pussy. My lips brushing her swollen clit as I talk. “Breakfast.”
“That is NOT…oh fuck… oh fuck…”
I feast on her from behind. My hands gripping her ass, fingers sinking into that soft flesh, spreading her wide. My tongue working her clit …flicking, sucking, circling …while she writhes and moans into the pillow. She’s so sensitive that it only takes a minute before she’s shaking. Grinding her ass back against my face. Her thick thighs trembling on either side of my head.
“Beau… please… I can’t take any more…”
“Yes, you can.” I slide two fingers inside her …she’s swollen, tight, clenching around me instantly. I curl them and she wails. “My girl can take everything I give her.”
I work her with my fingers and my mouth until she comes hard. Pulsing and clenching and sobbing into the sheets. Her back arching, her ass pressing back into my face, her whole body shaking. Then I rise up behind her, gripping her hips …the soft curve of them filling my hands …and drag the head of my cock through her soaked folds.
“Feel that?” I groan, rocking against her. My cock sliding through her wetness, the head bumping her clit. “Your bull’s ready for his cow.”
She chokes on a laugh. “Did you just call me a…?”
I thrust into her. All the way. One stroke. And the laugh turns into a scream.
“Oh, God…”
“That’s what I thought,” I growl, pulling back and slamming home again. Slow. Deep. So fucking deep that my hips press flat against her ass …I feel the soft cushion of it against my pelvis, feel her cheeks spread around me. “This pussy was made for me, Ina. Made to take me. Stretch for me.”
I fuck her slow this time. Not like last night. Not desperate and frantic, and crashing. This is morning. This is ownership. Long, grinding strokes that make the bed creak and her hands twist in the sheets. I watch myself disappear inside her …watch her pussy stretch around my cock, slick and swollen, gripping me on every out-stroke.
“You feel that?” I lean over her, my chest against her back …my skin against hers, hot and damp. My mouth to her ear. Her braids brushing my face. “That’s your bull, baby. The one who fills you. Breeds you. Takes care of you.”
“Beau…” She’s trembling under me. Her face buried in the pillow. Her pussy clenching me so tight I can barely move. I can feel her heartbeat around my cock.
I grab a fistful of her braids. Tug her head back …her neck arching, her throat exposed, a moan tearing out of her. “Who do you belong to?”
