Page 85 of Beau & Autumn

He swallows hard and I see the debate in his eyes. He holds the foil packet in his hands as I push up and then roll him onto his back. I shove his chest down so he’s resting on the pillows and I spread his legs. Holy mother of God. Seeing Beau like this, at my mercy, his fat cock sticking up and dripping for me makes me slide my mouth straight down to his length and lick the underside. When he hisses, I do it again.

I grip the thick base, unable to contain my moan as I lick him from root to tip, circling the head as I flick my eyes up. Pure ecstasy washes over his face as he watches what I’m doing. It takes my breath away. “How is that, husband?”

“If you could see how beautiful you look.”

I smile then suck on his tip, gripping the base and taking him farther into my mouth. He’s so big and wide that my jaw stretches. Ding-dong husband with a huge schlong. I don’t know how I’m going to hide my blush from my friends when they ask me how the sex has been. At least now I won’t have to lie. I know that if foreplay is this good, the sex will be amazing.

I hollow my cheeks and take him as far as I can go. He makes this ragged sound and it makes my pussy throb. I need him. I need him like I’ve never needed anyone before.

I bob up and down, my eyes never leaving his as he stares at me with a hunger that frankly looks like he’s about to rip me to shreds. I love it. I love this side of Beau. I love it when he lets go and the passion in his eyes takes over.

I suck like my life is depending on it, gripping his base as his hands tighten on the sheets underneath him. He doesn’t grab my head like most guys do and force me farther, but when I hit the back of my throat, he’s pulling me off and I yelp when he rolls me over and slams his mouth next to mine.

“My wife is a very naughty girl.” Jesus, did his voice get five octaves deeper?

“Your wife likes her husband's big dick.”

He smirks, clearly impressed with himself — as he should be. I watch as he rocks back onto his haunches, brings the foil packet to his mouth and rips it off. Grabbing my hand he whispers, “You do it.”

I swallow hard as his hand guides me to his dick and I roll it over his tip, and then down the base. His breath comes in a heavy pant with every single touch of my hand.

Then, he lets go and I sink back to the pillows. Like he can’t wait one moment longer, his tip is nudging at my entrance and I grip his hips as he rests on his hands and slides into me. In typical Beau fashion he takes it slow, rolling his hips and sliding every fat inch inside of me until he’s full tilt. He’s so deep his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Such a perfect wife.” He slides out, then repeats. Agonizingly slow.

Oh, I think I just died and went to best-friend’s-bed-heaven and I don’t ever want to leave.

“So full,” I groan. “I can feel… Oh, God, I feel everything…”

His eyes are on mine as he slides out, then pushes back in, a little thrust at the end. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You’re not. It’s perfect. We fit so perfectly.”

“So tight.” He keeps muttering it over and over as he rocks in and out of me. I run my hands down his pecs and abs, feeling every muscle I never knew he had. When my hands settle on his ass, I squeeze it.

“Does my baby want more?”

I nod. “Yes, Beau. Fuck me, please!”

He grins and then he really starts to move. My mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ when he slams harder, sliding in and out as the bed rocks. “Slide your legs around my waist.”

I do as he says and then he reaches up and grabs the headboard. The headboard!

His pubic bone brushes my clit and I feel my body tingle as I let go, my orgasm slamming me just as hard as he is. I scream out his name. But he doesn't stop. Oh, no. It only spurs him on. He moves one hand to my hip, lifting my ass as his other hand still grips the headboard. He slams in and out faster, harder, grunting and making sounds that I never thought I’d hear from my Beauster’s mouth.

He’s so deep. He brushes that place inside me that is foreign to most men, and I detonate. I grip his ass even harder, digging my nails in as I come.

“Autumn,” he grits. “I’m coming… I’m… Fuccccck.”

He rides out his orgasm, stilling as all the muscles in his body contract and he closes his eyes, shooting his load and I swear to God I’ve never seen anything so hot.

We’re both panting breathlessly as Beau lets go of my hip and the headboard and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, not caring that he’s crushing me.

“Holy shit,” I whisper. I barely get the words out, I'm so out of breath.

“Yeah.”

“Are we friends with benefits now?”

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