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Closing the distance between them, she brushed her lips against his, teasing a kiss before she spoke.“I guess I was a better Girl Scout.”
Marissa
Never in her life had Marissa been this forward.Making the first move was outside her wheelhouse, but here she was, suggesting Beau take her to bed.Perhaps her cocktail consumption had lowered her inhibitions.Either that or his erection taunting her back had tempted her to the point she had to give in.Whatever it was, Tina had bought her condoms.The least Marissa could do was put them to good use.
While in the elevator, emboldened by their banter and his obvious desire for her, she pressed herself against him and claimed his mouth.Sweeping her tongue against his, she kissed him with the greedy need thrumming through her body.He’d teased her on the dance floor.Now it was her turn.
He groaned as her hand slid down his chest and between their bodies.She dipped into his shorts, and her fingers grazed the swollen tip of his dick.Grinning against his mouth, she couldn’t help but snicker.“Well, hello.”
He chuckled and rested his hands on her hips.“Hi.”
“Last night you focused on me,” she explained as she curled her fingers around his shaft.
Beau grunted and closed his eyes the moment she gave him a slight and gentle squeeze.
“Tonight,” she began as she ran her thumb along the bulbous head of his cock, swirling the pearled beads of pre-cum dripping out of the slit.“I want to concentrate on you.”
“You won’t get any arguments from me,” he moaned before she silenced him with her lips over his.
Another deep passionate kiss set the flames of need inside her soaring higher.Her sex pulsed as his hands moved away from her hips, around to her ass, and he gripped her cheeks heartily.A fresh wave of arousal whirled within her.
When the doors of the elevator opened, the two of them stumbled out into the hall as though they were hammered beyond belief, but in reality, they were definitely drunk on each other and less on alcohol.Groping as they went, Marissa and Beau somehow made it to his room without once unlocking their lips.
The only reason their kiss ended was so he could turn toward the door and slide his key card in.As the green lights flickered, she slapped her hands on his ass and gave it a good squeeze.Once he opened the door, the two of them spilled into the room and kicked off their shoes.
With nimble fingers, she undid the button of his cargo shorts.Meeting his eyes, she dragged his zipper down while lowering herself to her knees.“I believe I started something last night that I need to finish.”
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Beau
WhateverBeauhaddoneto deserve a woman as gorgeous as Marissa on her knees before him, he hadn’t a clue, but he wasn’t about to turn down her intentions.With barely a tug, his shorts dropped.His boxer briefs went with them.His throbbing, glistening dick bobbed before her face.She looked at it as though she were starving.Which only made his erection that much more painful.
As far as cocks went, not that he’d done much in the way of research on the matter, Beau wasn’t lacking.He didn’t have a footlong or anything, but he wasn’t small.However, he had never seen a woman take him so deep and with as much enthusiasm as Marissa.
His head fell, and his breath hitched the moment the velvet of her mouth caressed his cock.Resting his hand behind her head, he focused on the feeling of her swallowing his full length.With a grunt, his toes curled when the tip of his dick met the back of Marissa’s throat.
“Goddamn,” he hissed.
Every time she pulled up, he moaned.When she filled her throat with him again, he twitched.Beau’s balls got heavier the longer she sucked him.His breath came in brief gasps, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off.This was the most magnificent blow job he had ever received—not that he was one to get head all that often.Megan had hated it.
Thinking about his ex while someone else slobbed his knob was definitely rude.Though it was staving off his orgasm, so maybe this wasn’t the worst-case scenario.Fixating on how good it felt was only getting him closer to the edge, and that wasn’t a desirable outcome.Marissa said she was prepared, and he had ideas about what that meant.
The moment she cupped his balls and rolled them over her fingers, he shuddered.The point of no return was closing in fast.If they were going to progress past this to different activities, she had better stop, or they’d have some downtime in between.
“I’m close,” he warned through ragged breaths.“If—” Her throat spasmed around his cock, squeezing him.It stole the words right out of his mouth.
Quivering, he imagined every horrific thing he could fathom so he wouldn’t blow too soon.Beau ground his teeth.
Words.Where were they?Whatwere they?
“For fuck’s sake, woman,” he sputtered eventually.
Sitting back on her heels, Marissa peered up at him with wide, innocent eyes—like she wasn’t the sexiest seductress he had ever met with the mouth of a Hoover.There was no way she was a real person.She was the embodiment of every fantasy he’d dared to dream.
Using the back of her hand, she wiped at the bit of drool lingering on her bottom lip.“Too much?”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he groaned.“I’m not sure where you’d like me to finish,ifyou want me to.We have an entire evening to enjoy each other.I’d like to take advantage of that.”
