Page 22 of Beacon

Somehow Mack must have read my mind because he helps guide me down to my knees in front of him. I reach over to undo his trousers and pull his cock out of his underwear. He’s already fully erect. I swipe a drop of liquid off the tip with my thumb.

When he’s scooted a few inches closer to the edge of the mattress, he reaches over to remove the clip from my bun so my hair falls loose down my back. He takes my head in both his big hands and guides it forward toward his groin.

I hold him steady with my fingers around the base of his hard shaft, giving him a few teasing licks that make his breath hitch. Then I slide my mouth around him until my lips meet my hand.

I suck hard.

His whole body twitches as he gasps out, “Fuck!”

Thrilling with excitement from his responsiveness, Itake a minute to coordinate a rhythm of sucking and squeezing with my hand. The muscles of his thighs on either side of me are tensing up as I work. He’s taking long, loud, thick breaths.

When I’ve gotten comfortable, I speed up my rhythm and apply harder suction with my mouth.

“Oh fuck, Anna.” He’s still holding my head in position with both hands, and they tighten in my hair, like he’s fisting handfuls of it. “That’s right. That’s good. Just like that.”

Pleasure and the deepest sense of entitlement I’ve ever experienced are throbbing all through me. My head. My chest. My pussy. Every pulse point.

He needs this. It’s so obvious he needs it. And I’m giving it to him.

His cock is filling my mouth. I’m taking him as deep as I can without choking. I adjust on my knees to get better leverage. He’s still guiding my head, claiming the rhythm he wants. The natural scent of him surrounds me, fills my nose and my lungs. I’m making messy whimpers of pleasure and excitement as I work.

And I’ve never in my life felt more powerful. The satisfaction from it is roaring in my head and my ears.

“Yes,” he hisses with a long exhale as I adjust to my new position. “Now you’ve got it good. Take me just like that. Take me all the way. Just like that.” He’s still seated on the edge of the bed, but he’s making a primal rocking motion with his hips like he can’t quite hold them still.

I’ve gone down on Mack before. More times than I can count over the years. But only occasionally would he let me suck him to climax. He was reluctant at first because he was always so careful because of my past with Josh. But after a while he was more open to it, but he usually only let me get him started and then pulled out of my mouth to finish another way.

Maybe that’s why I’m responding the way I am right now. It’s more thrilling than any orgasm I’ve ever had, watching him let go, take what he needs from me.

His body has kept getting tighter, and his breathing more ragged as I really go at it hard. He’s staring down at me, his hot, hungry gaze never wavering. His hands are almost demanding as they hold my head, spurring me on even more.

Then he gives a sudden jerk and lets out a strangled exclamation as his cock spasms in my mouth. I slide my mouth off him and keep squeezing him as he comes in several hard spurts all over my face and neck.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, moving his hands down to hold my neck. “Fuck, Anna, that was so good.”

I’m washed with pleasure at the assurance. He helps me stand up, and then he pulls me onto the bed with him, rolling me over onto my back and climbing over me.

I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he wipes his come off my face and then mouths a line down my neck until he’s sucking on the sensitive spot he was working on yesterday. It was bruised this morning, butthat doesn’t stop him. He mouths it until I’m gasping and arching. Then he finally moves farther down my body to my breasts.

He teases and suckles them until I’m whimpering, frantically trying to hold his head in place and move it at the same time. It feels like forever, but it’s probably not all that long when he finally slides a big hand between my thighs and fingers me.

I’m as wet as I would have been from an hour of foreplay. I cry out hoarsely and flail out with my hands, clutching at the bedding when he slides two fingers into my pussy.

He’s still got one of my breasts in his mouth, and the dual sensations tug inside me, threatening to pull me apart. I come almost immediately, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers as I make a helpless, mewing sound that is honestly kind of embarrassing.

Mack doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers or suckling at my breast. He continues as I shake through the climax until the pressure begins tightening below my belly again.

“Oh God!” I can’t lie still. My arms are stretched spread-eagled as I clutch at the coverlet. I’m tossing my head so much my hair’s all over my face, and I’m rocking my hips eagerly like I’m trying to ride his hand. “Oh God, I’m gonna come again. Fuck, Mack. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

He’s fucking me with his hand so hard and fast now that it’s making a wet, choppy sound. He mumblessomething over my breast, but I’m too far gone to interpret the words.

I cry out loudly as I reach another orgasm. When I’ve come down, he gets up, muttering, “Hold on a second.”

Since I’m slightly dazed, I wonder if he’s giving me time to recover, but he walks out of the room. I hear him briefly in the bathroom before he returns.

I’m still sprawled exactly where he left me.

He climbs over me again, teasing my nipples and fingering my pussy. Then he lets my breast out of his mouth and withdraws his hand from between my legs. He straightens up onto his knees, pushing his trousers down farther. He’s hard again—already—and I stare in excitement at his thick erection, panting and still in an aroused blur from my orgasms.

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