Page 84 of Beau & Autumn

My heart hammers in my chest at his words. “Come and find out.”

I can’t believe we’re doing this. We’re really going to have sex. The thought of being with Beau enthralls me, it makes my chest tight and my core clench. There is no going back from here. Once we cross that line, that’s it. And we’ve already crossed so many already. I’m so needy for him I shock myself. I’ve never been so excited for sex in my life.

Beau takes charge, but not in a domineering way, in an ‘I gotcha’ way. He knows what I need and he knows exactly how to deliver it. I like that he can take the lead and make me scream. I want more of that.

Beau slides his body down onto mine, encasing me under him like I’m in a cocoon, it feels so good and so goddamned safe. “So beautiful,” he murmurs.

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. “Beau,” I moan.

We’re both completely naked and I feel his rock hard, giant cock digging into my hip. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d take his time with me. He’s not rushing to the goal post; instead, he kisses my lips, then my jaw, my neck, the top of my breasts.

When he takes a nipple in my mouth again and holds my arms beside my head, I shamelessly cry out. Nobody has ever treated my body like this before, and I can’t get enough.

“I need you inside.” I grapple for words as he sucks and nips, ignoring my pleas. I feel him reach between us and after a long intake of breath, I feel what he’s doing; rubbing his cock through my folds without penetrating. Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

Back and forth, his rock hard dick coats itself in my wetness, and when his tip nudges at my sensitive clit, I fall quickly and loudly, but Beau still doesn’t quicken the pace or shove inside me. I want him to. I want him to rock me into next week.

“I love it when you come like that,” he whispers.

Holy shit. His words. His fucking dirty words will be the death of me.

“Do you feel how hard you make me, Wifey?”

I squeeze my eyes closed because he doesn’t stop rocking his hips, sliding his cock through my ridiculously wet pussy as I bite down on my lip and grip his back as I hang on for dear life. “You’re so good at this.”

He chuckles against my breast as he moves his mouth over to my other needy nipple. “It’s always the quiet ones you gotta worry about.”

“No truer words spoken.”

“I want to fuck you now,” he breathes.

Holy shit!

“O-Okay.”

“You’re so wet.”

I want to combust just hearing his dirty talk. I’ve never been very good at it, but to hear Beau cuss like that, it sends me to another place. A dirty place where I want to be his bad bitch. “You think?” I can’t hide my face with my hands like I want to; he’s still pinning me down.

He kisses me once, twice on the lips and then he rises, reaching over to his wallet on the nightstand.

I cock a brow. “Came prepared?”

He looks back at me, his face dreamy with this look that will embed itself into my memory forever. “Always.”

He looks happy. Carefree. And hungry. He looks hungry for my body and that does things to me that cause me to slap his ass with my palm. “Hurry up already!”

He chuckles as I keep my hand there, then the other one, feeling the soft smooth skin of his perfect ass. This man has a killer body and tonight it’s all mine.

I sit up as he pulls the condom out. “Can I have a taste, Beauster?”

His eyes darken when he turns back to me. “Holy shit.”

“Is that a yes or no?”

“If you so much as touch my dick with your mouth, I’m gonna blow.”

I pout. “Just a little taste? Please…”

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