Page 55 of Beacon

Mack assumes it is. “That’s what I thought. I love to see you this way. Letting yourself feel so good. It’s what you need, and I’m gonna give it to you.”

This time, even as I’m trying not to writhe and ride his finger in my eagerness, I manage to mumble out, “Mm-hmm.”

“Yes. You’re doing so good.” He pushes his finger harder and faster, barely pulling it out. “Let me give this to you. I’m the man who’s going to do it for you. Just me.”

“Yes!” I gasp, pushing the headboard against the wall a few times in my urgency. “Mack!”

“That’s right. Me. I’m the only man who gets to do thisfor you. Let go, angel. I want to see how hard you can come. I want to see you let go.”

I release a ragged sob as all my tension shatters into orgasm. He keeps pushing against my G-spot as my pussy grabs onto him hard, and he’s smiling when I finally fall back limply on the bed and beam up at him in complete satisfaction.

“There,” he says, sounding quite pleased with the situation. “Now you should feel better.”

I pant and choke on giggles and wrap my arms around him when he leans down to kiss me.

“That wasn’t too vigorous or energetic or caveman-like, was it?”

“Well. It might have been alittlecaveman-like. But I yet again have no complaints.”

He clearly appreciates my words. He kisses me again, warm and affectionate. But he’s also very aroused. It’s evident from the tightness of his muscles and the erect length of his cock.

“Roll over,” I tell him, giving his chest a little push. “So I can take care of you too.”

He does as I say, but he’s scanning my face with real concern. “You said you weren’t feeling energetic this morning.”

“I’m not. But doing this doesn’t take much energy.” I sit up, holding his cock in my hands and staring down at it greedily. “I like it. And you never take too long this way.”

“If you’re sure. I don’t want you to push through just ’cause you think I—” His sentence breaks off abruptly when I lean over and take him in my mouth.

I don’t play around because he’s already so far gone. I give the head of his cock a quick suck and then let him go to rearrange my lips better. Then I slide them back down, farther this time, and move into a fast rhythm of hard sucks.

He lets out a loud burst of sound as his body jerks in response. Usually he likes to hold my head with both hands, but this morning he reaches up with one arm to grab the headboard like I was earlier. He keeps his other hand curved around the back of my skull, guiding my speed and pressure with thrilling possessiveness.

“Oh fuck, Anna. Fuck!” His shoulders come up off the bed in his effort to keep from thrusting into my mouth. “Yes, I love when you do me like this. I love the feel of your hot mouth. All around me. Taking me so good.”

He’s talkative today, and I love it. I’m mumbling out encouragements around the thickness of his shaft in my mouth.

“Yes, I need…!” His spine arches up as his head falls back and his eyes squeeze shut. “I need you. I need you just like this. Take me all the way.”

I manage to get him a little deeper, and that does it for him. He lets out an uninhibited bellow as his body starts to shake. I swallow him down and keep sucking as his body gradually relaxes and his cock starts to soften. Hekeeps moaning out carnal, satisfied sounds that deeply answer something needy inside me.

Eventually he lifts my head so that his cock slips out of my lips. He’s flushed and slightly damp and fully sated. “You good?”

“Oh yeah,” I tell him honestly. “I’m good.”

“You sure? You said you didn’t want anything too?—”

“I told you the truth about what I wanted, and I wanted to do that.” I let him draw me back up so I’m draped over his limp body.

He keeps checking my face until he’s convinced that I’m being honest. “Okay. Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome.”

I settle my head on his shoulder, and he strokes my hair softly.

“So you really do like doing that, I guess.”

I giggle. “Yes.”

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