Page 41 of Drown My Sorrow

“Beau!”

“Nope, you’re going to take your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m not a good girl!” I hiss and twist, but he clamps down on my hips and sucks my clit into his mouth. My hips jerk up towards him of their own volition.

“Fine, take your medicine, bad girl.”

He gets on his knees, grabs one of my pillows, lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and shoves a pillow under my ass, then lays back down.

“Ah, perfect. Prepare yourself, Omega. I need to prove a point.”

“What point?” I whine.

“That you are beautiful.”

He licks from my pussy to my clit, slowly. I just about melt. I reach down, running my fingers through his soft dark hair.

“Beau, please.”

“You need to give me all the slick, Omega. I want this pillow soaked. I want the house to stink of your pleasure. Mm, yes, just like that. Purr for me, princess. I want your screams in the air.”

I shake my head. I don’t want to give him any of that, do I?

He licks around my pussy, stroking the flesh before he dips his tongue into me, massaging inside me.

I arch up again, surprised by the sudden invasion.

He licks and laps, probing me, and then returning to my clit. He drives me high and gets me right there before he eases off.

My frustration boils over, and I grab his head, pulling him to me as I ride his face.

His fingers slide closer, and then three fingers fill me, curling inside me. The sudden fullness has me tumbling into a toe-curling orgasm.

I lay there panting and trying not to flinch as he laps up my slick. I’m so over sensitive now, but just when I’m about to tell him to stop, he pulls away and climbs up to lie on me.

But he doesn’t move.

“Are you going to-?” I cut off, embarrassed.

“Hush, just let me lie here and feel you.”

I peer up at him, waiting until he sighs and rolls off me.

“Beau, are you all right?” Why don’t you want to have sex with me? What’s going on? Do you think I’m ugly? Are you regretting this?

Beau hums and then pounces. He grabs two pillows, puts them in the middle of the bed and rolls me onto my stomach.

I brace myself and look back.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve read some things, and they think this might be easier for people with a back or leg injury.”

I blink several times. I need a few more because my eyes are burning. He considered how best to make me feel good?

“I just needed to remember it. I was fucking turned on by you screaming my name. Just obliterates my thoughts,” he mutters.

“I didn’t scream your name!” I protest.

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