Page 23 of Beacon

He reaches down and turns me over onto my hands and knees. He moves one of my hands to the headboard and then the other. He repositions my legs to spread me open farther and then lines his cock up at my wet pussy.

He thrusts in, making both of us moan loudly. There’s no slow, careful buildup like I used to expect. He gets going immediately, pulling his hips back and driving into me with a vigorous rhythm.

“Oh God!” My whole body is shaking from his motion, and I’m clutching at the headboard to hold my position. “Oh God, Mack, yes! Fuck me just like that.”

He makes a loud sound of satisfaction that doesn’t form any clear words. He’s working so hard now that hehas to lean forward so he can brace himself on the headboard too. Our bodies are slapping together. I can still hear that carnal sound of wet suction. My lungs and chest and throat are burning, and we’re both grunting in time with our rhythm.

When all the pressure inside me finally shatters, I give a loud sob as deep pleasure pulses through me. He keeps pushing into my spasming pussy, groaning in a long, stretched way like he’s exerting massive effort.

After my orgasm has finally worked through me, Mack slides his cock out at last. I turn around to face him, overwhelmed by the hungry need in his expression. Still completely in sync, he moves onto his back, and I crawl toward him so he can guide my head back down to his groin.

“Yes,” he rasps as I slide his cock back into my mouth. “Fuck, yes, that’s what I need. That’s what I need.”

His words are raw and almost unconscious, but nothing he could have said would have thrilled me more. I hollow out my cheeks and bob my head as fast and hard as I can so I can get him where he needs to go.

He was pretty far gone, so it doesn’t take very long. He holds my head and rocks up with small thrusts as his body tightens like a fist. Then his cock shudders, and his whole body shakes as he lets out a bellow as he comes.

I didn’t plan ahead, so he ejaculates into my mouth, but I swallow it down as best I can. Then I keep suckinghim through the last of the contractions as he moans and gasps and slowly relaxes.

He’s soft in my mouth before he loosens his hold on my head. I sit up, almost trembling in the aftermath of everything I’m feeling.

His eyes have been closed, but he opens them as I reposition myself. He must see something on my face but not know how to interpret it. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“Was I too rough for you?” He must get worried because he raises his head with a frown. “You shoulda told?—”

“It wasn’t too rough!” I swallow hard and tell him the truth. “It was exactly what I wanted.”

He releases a long breath and lets his head fall back to the mattress. His body is softer now than I’ve seen it in a really long time. “Yeah. Me too.”

I lie down next to him, curling on my side, catching my breath and enjoying the aftermath of such a deep physical release. Beyond that is a different kind of flutter in my heart. His checking in with me like that—his concern that he took it too far—means at heart he’s still the Mack I’ve always known.

After a while, he turns his head toward me. I meet his eyes but have no idea what to say.

He must not either because we end up lying on the bed and gazing at each other for a really long time.

5

The next morning,it’s barely dawn, and Mack’s mouth is really going at it between my legs.

I woke up while it was still dark needing to pee, so I ran to the bathroom and got back into bed since it was too early to get up. A couple of minutes later, I heard Mack had gotten up too—probably for the same reason. But after a minute or two, my bedroom door opened, and he climbed into bed with me.

Needless to say, I had no complaints about the situation.

He fucked me on his knees with my legs in the air. Then on my stomach with my ass raised while he was gripping my hair. He came all over my lower back and bottom, so I assumed this session was over, but after a minute he decided to get busy again.

Which is what led to my current position with my legshooked over his shoulders and my lower body lifted all the way off the bed so it’s easier for him to get in position to work with his lips and tongue and face.

I’m utterly helpless like this, and my stomach muscles are getting a workout. I’m drenched in sweat, and my hair is tangled, and I’m probably beet red from my forehead all the way down to my belly. My throat is raw from all my uninhibited vocal responses. It’s almost embarrassing how loud I’ve been. But I’ve already had two orgasms and he’s trying for another, and I never want him to stop.

His beard is tickling my sensitized flesh as he thrusts his tongue into my pussy, turns his head to nip my inner thigh, and then nuzzles until he reaches my clit, where he starts sucking hard. I have no idea how he’s managing to hold half my weight this way, but he’s not even straining, and he obviously has plenty of focus left for technique.

I’m clutching at the headboard and crying out shamelessly as all the tension breaks inside me again. I shake and moan through another orgasm, and the release levels me. Wipes me out.

“Oh God, Mack,” I gasp out as he’s licking me through the aftershocks. “I can’t take any more.”

He lifts his head and scans me from top to bottom with a little smile, obviously liking what he’s seeing. His mouth and beard are messy from my fluids, and he’s sweating and breathing heavily. “You sure? ’Cause I can keep at it.”

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