Page 76 of Beacon

“That’s what I thought.”

His smugness really needs to be put in its place, but I have neither the will nor the ability to do so at the moment. My body feels incredibly good and is tingling all over, even as I’m still poised with my naked bottom in the air, exposed to the cool room. “Thank you,” is all I manage to breathe out.

“You’re welcome. I loved doing that for you. Now when you’re ready, I want you to turn back over so you can take me in your mouth.”

His words evoke another clench of hot excitement. Itake a couple more deep breaths and roll over onto my back, staring up at him expectantly.

He positions himself over me, basically straddling my face so he can ease his hard cock into my mouth. He holds on to the headboard to keep himself stable as I eagerly start to suck around his thick shaft.

He releases a thick groan, but it’s still soft enough to be safe in our current circumstances. So I reach up to hold on to his hips and lift my head enough to move him in and out of my mouth as I apply hard suction.

“Yes,” he hisses, his thigh muscles tensing and his belly shuddering. The bed is squeaking slightly from our motion but not loud enough to be a problem. “Just like that, angel. That’s what I need. You’re what I need. Exactly like this.”

I’m as thrilled as I’ve ever been by his uninhibited responses and his allowing me to take him this way. I can give him what he needs. I’m doing it right now. Nothing has ever made me feel more powerful.

He doesn’t last very long. He comes hard, biting back another hoarse groan, and his cock spasms in my mouth as he releases in several spurts.

I’m still swallowing as I keep sucking him through the aftershocks. He’s letting out hoarse sighs of satisfaction as he rocks his hips.

Then he finally pulls back. I let his softening shaft slip out of my mouth and smile up at him.

He smiles back, readjusting so he can kiss me.

I respond just as eagerly as I sucked his cock, and we end up kissing for a really long time, tangling our tongues together and stroking each other all over.

When I feel him getting hard again, my body responds in turn. And when he tells me to turn over on my hands and knees, I’m ready. Excited and aroused and so incredibly tender.

He pulls my butt cheeks apart and slides his cock into my pussy. We both moan softly as he fits himself in.

I look back at him over my shoulder. It’s still mostly dark in the room, so I might be wrong, but I’d swear there’s the hottest kind of possessiveness on his face as he gazes down at me as he kneels behind me.

“You really want this?” he asks, a different note in his tone than I’ve heard yet this morning.

“Yes. I want this. Exactly this. You.”

He chokes on another groan as he starts to thrust. “Me too. I want you, Anna. Always, only you.”

Nothing he could have said would have made me feel better, more fully myself.

I’m pretty far gone, but I do remember to stifle the volume of my vocal responses as he starts to really fuck me from behind.

He’s panting but obviously trying to be as quiet as me. The problem is the bed is really squeaking now. As his motion accelerates, the squeaking gets louder and louder.

Someone out in the hallway might be able to hear it.

He must realize what I do because he suddenly slows down his fucking with an anguished groan.

It halts the momentum of my pleasure too. I whimper and look back at him again.

“Fuck,” he gasps, gripping my hip with one of his hands as he tries to establish a new, gentler rhythm. I push my butt back against his thrusts to help him.

It doesn’t last long. Soon he’s really giving it to me again, and the bed starts groaning with the same carnal tempo of our fucking.

It’s so loud in the dark, silent house, and Mack’s attempts to hold himself back are so tortured that a slice of humor suddenly cuts through me.

I giggle. Then am embarrassed by it so I stifle it against one of my forearms.

Mack pauses, still buried inside me.

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