Infatuation
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“We don’t?” His fingers reach the thin lace of my panties. Dragging them down my legs, he throws them off to the side. My need is instant. It flows through me, awakening me entirely.
“Nope. Need to go back to the clubhouse. It was trashed last night. Nix wants us all there. I just came home for you.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
I open instantly, my tongue rushing to meet his. I sigh at the contact, letting him take control, his tongue guiding mine in an intimate dance.
The coolness of his cock piercing rests on my pubic bone. Lifting my hips, I seek a different angle, hoping to find some friction. It doesn’t work. Beau only pulls back, breaking our connection when I get close.
“Patience.” His lips move against my skin, peppering small kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“But I thought we didn’t have much time.” I roll my head to the side, allowing him better access.
“I changed my mind, forgot how sexy you look in my shirt.” He moves lower, bunches the shirt up around my neck and wraps his lips around my nipple. His hand glides to my other breast. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my erect nipple, rolling it and pulling it hard.
Groaning, my back arches, and lifts off the bed, pleasure and pain moving through me.
“You have the sexiest nipples I’ve ever seen.” He swaps sides, moving his mouth to my left breast, and his hand to the right. Repeating the same strokes, he gives them equal attention.
“I do?” It’s not that I don’t believe him, I just haven’t had a man so taken by them before.
“Oh, yeah.” He traces his finger around my red nipple. “Look how swollen it is for me.” He cups my breast and pushes it up giving me a better view. “Watch.” He lowers his mouth and captures it between his teeth, biting down hard and pulling back.
“Ahh.” I bite my lip at the pain, but keep my eyes on his mouth. He releases my nipple from his teeth, and then circles it with a soft touch of his tongue. It’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. After getting his fill of my nipples, he releases my breast and pulls back.
“Haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left.” His hand trails down my stomach and finds my bare pussy lips.
“You haven’t?” I ask, letting him push my legs open wider. He crawls back down the bed, hands around my ankles, and jerks me to the end of the bed.
“I kept picturing my tongue, sliding through this pretty cunt of yours.” He drops to his knees, his mouth at the apex of my thighs. “I wanna make you come on my face, darlin’.” He blows his warm breath over me before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it hard.
“Beau!” I shriek, my hips rising off the bed. Sharp electric currents shoot up through my clit. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Pain then pleasure. Throbbing then contracting.
“Keep your ass on the bed or I stop.” He releases his suction, waiting for me to obey.
Instantly, I drop it back to the bed.
“Good girl,” is all he says before his tongue glides through my folds, curls around my clit twice before sliding back down. The roughness of his beard and the smoothness of his tongue ignite every small nerve to life.
He repeats the pattern again, curling around my clit before sliding down. On the third lap, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. This time two fingers enter me at the same time. White flashes explode in front of my eyes, the name of God flies past my lips as I press my hips down against his fingers. The walls of my sex contract around him.
He releases my clit with a pop, hooks his fingers deep, then presses into me over and over.
“Yes,” I moan as waves and waves of energy build within me.
“You’re gonna come hard in a minute, darlin’. Don’t fight it.” Beau’s voice breaks through my haze. His fingers keep pressing up into me, harder. Faster. Up and down.
He’s right. I can sense it everywhere. I’m on the edge of something explosive. Heat coils through me. My breath is shallow, not giving me the oxygen I need to keep a clear head.
He pushes in deeper, presses up harder, and then the explosion hits me. An orgasm, unlike anything I’ve ever had before rolls over me. Starting in my toes and ending in my nose, it shatters through me. Wave upon wave crashes over me, drowning me in pure ecstasy. Digging my heels into the bed and my fingers into my hair, I rear my hips up, taking Beau’s hand with me and begging for more. He doesn’t still or stop, his fingers milking my new favorite spot.
“Fucking beautiful.” His voice is raw, like it hurts him to speak. His hunger becoming palpable, dancing over the surface of my skin in a soft low whisper.
“Never—” I start to say, but give up, too high on lust to form a coherent sentence.
After what feels like an eternity, when the pulse starts to dull, my hips return to the bed, and Beau’s fingers slide out of me and glide up to my clit.
“No more, Beau.” My legs squeeze together in protest, trapping his hand.
“One more, darlin’,” he coaxes, using both hands to pull my knees apart, and pushing them back down to the bed.
Pressing the flat part of his thumb against my swollen clit, he starts rolling it in slow, gentle strokes.
“I can’t.” I fight it, knowing what he’s trying for. My clit is on fire, my body is spent and I’m pretty sure my face is numb.
“It’s happening, darlin’, and you’re gonna watch it.” The wave builds again the harder he rubs against me, and in less than ten seconds, I’m close once more.
“Nope. Need to go back to the clubhouse. It was trashed last night. Nix wants us all there. I just came home for you.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
I open instantly, my tongue rushing to meet his. I sigh at the contact, letting him take control, his tongue guiding mine in an intimate dance.
The coolness of his cock piercing rests on my pubic bone. Lifting my hips, I seek a different angle, hoping to find some friction. It doesn’t work. Beau only pulls back, breaking our connection when I get close.
“Patience.” His lips move against my skin, peppering small kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“But I thought we didn’t have much time.” I roll my head to the side, allowing him better access.
“I changed my mind, forgot how sexy you look in my shirt.” He moves lower, bunches the shirt up around my neck and wraps his lips around my nipple. His hand glides to my other breast. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my erect nipple, rolling it and pulling it hard.
Groaning, my back arches, and lifts off the bed, pleasure and pain moving through me.
“You have the sexiest nipples I’ve ever seen.” He swaps sides, moving his mouth to my left breast, and his hand to the right. Repeating the same strokes, he gives them equal attention.
“I do?” It’s not that I don’t believe him, I just haven’t had a man so taken by them before.
“Oh, yeah.” He traces his finger around my red nipple. “Look how swollen it is for me.” He cups my breast and pushes it up giving me a better view. “Watch.” He lowers his mouth and captures it between his teeth, biting down hard and pulling back.
“Ahh.” I bite my lip at the pain, but keep my eyes on his mouth. He releases my nipple from his teeth, and then circles it with a soft touch of his tongue. It’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. After getting his fill of my nipples, he releases my breast and pulls back.
“Haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left.” His hand trails down my stomach and finds my bare pussy lips.
“You haven’t?” I ask, letting him push my legs open wider. He crawls back down the bed, hands around my ankles, and jerks me to the end of the bed.
“I kept picturing my tongue, sliding through this pretty cunt of yours.” He drops to his knees, his mouth at the apex of my thighs. “I wanna make you come on my face, darlin’.” He blows his warm breath over me before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it hard.
“Beau!” I shriek, my hips rising off the bed. Sharp electric currents shoot up through my clit. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Pain then pleasure. Throbbing then contracting.
“Keep your ass on the bed or I stop.” He releases his suction, waiting for me to obey.
Instantly, I drop it back to the bed.
“Good girl,” is all he says before his tongue glides through my folds, curls around my clit twice before sliding back down. The roughness of his beard and the smoothness of his tongue ignite every small nerve to life.
He repeats the pattern again, curling around my clit before sliding down. On the third lap, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. This time two fingers enter me at the same time. White flashes explode in front of my eyes, the name of God flies past my lips as I press my hips down against his fingers. The walls of my sex contract around him.
He releases my clit with a pop, hooks his fingers deep, then presses into me over and over.
“Yes,” I moan as waves and waves of energy build within me.
“You’re gonna come hard in a minute, darlin’. Don’t fight it.” Beau’s voice breaks through my haze. His fingers keep pressing up into me, harder. Faster. Up and down.
He’s right. I can sense it everywhere. I’m on the edge of something explosive. Heat coils through me. My breath is shallow, not giving me the oxygen I need to keep a clear head.
He pushes in deeper, presses up harder, and then the explosion hits me. An orgasm, unlike anything I’ve ever had before rolls over me. Starting in my toes and ending in my nose, it shatters through me. Wave upon wave crashes over me, drowning me in pure ecstasy. Digging my heels into the bed and my fingers into my hair, I rear my hips up, taking Beau’s hand with me and begging for more. He doesn’t still or stop, his fingers milking my new favorite spot.
“Fucking beautiful.” His voice is raw, like it hurts him to speak. His hunger becoming palpable, dancing over the surface of my skin in a soft low whisper.
“Never—” I start to say, but give up, too high on lust to form a coherent sentence.
After what feels like an eternity, when the pulse starts to dull, my hips return to the bed, and Beau’s fingers slide out of me and glide up to my clit.
“No more, Beau.” My legs squeeze together in protest, trapping his hand.
“One more, darlin’,” he coaxes, using both hands to pull my knees apart, and pushing them back down to the bed.
Pressing the flat part of his thumb against my swollen clit, he starts rolling it in slow, gentle strokes.
“I can’t.” I fight it, knowing what he’s trying for. My clit is on fire, my body is spent and I’m pretty sure my face is numb.
“It’s happening, darlin’, and you’re gonna watch it.” The wave builds again the harder he rubs against me, and in less than ten seconds, I’m close once more.
