Page 51 of Backed By You
“And fucking tight,” he grunts.
He drops the second finger and curls the single digit inside me, rubbing. I see stars. The dual sensation of the pressure inside and his tongue flicking against my most sensitive spot is overwhelming.
My thighs begin to shake as tension coils tighter and tighter in my core.
“Mhmm,” he encourages, his voice rough with desire as he sucks my clit.
I tip over the edge. Shatter with his name on my lips. My body convulses in waves of uncontrollable pleasure. And he doesn’t stop—his fingers continue their relentless rhythm, his tongue circling and flicking until I’m climbing again, faster this time.
I gasp, overwhelmed by the sopping wet sound echoing between us.
“One more,” he insists, looking at me with dark, determined eyes. “Give me one more and I’ll let you wrap this perfect pussy around my cock, baby.”
The second orgasm hits me even harder than the first, stealing my breath. I’m vaguely aware of crying out, of my body archingimpossibly high off the bed, of my fingers gripping his hair.Beau…
As I float back to earth, trembling and gasping, he crawls up my body, pressing kisses to my stomach, between my breasts, along my collarbone. He’s still clothed, the rough fabric of his jeans creating a delicious friction against my over-sensitized skin.
“I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth,” I pant, tugging at his shirt.
“A lot you don’t know about me,” he says in a way that tears at my heart. His gaze locks with mine, and for a moment, I see that vulnerability again—that fear of letting someone in completely. He tries to mask it, but he can’t. Not with me.
I pull him down and press my lips to his. “Let me see all of you, Beau.”
When we part, he stares down at me. “No one’s ever seen me,” he admits roughly. “Not like you do.”
I smile, bringing my hands up to slide around his neck. The corner of his mouth lifts and he kisses me. A slow, heartfelt promise made between us without a single word spoken.
He breaks the kiss and I drink in the sight of him—broad shoulders, muscled chest dusted with dark hair, and the tapestry of scars that tell the story of his life. I reach out to trace one that runs along his ribs, and he catches my hand, pressing it flat against his thundering heart.
He unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans low on his thighs. His thick, vein-wrapped cock stands at attention. The head is smeared with glossy precum that pools at the tip as I gaze in appreciation. He’s magnificent. All hard, bulky planes and strength, yet the way he watches me—unsure, hesitant—makes my heart twist.
“How long has it been?” I whisper, reaching for him.
He grunts as I wrap my hand around his length. He’s hot and impossibly hard. “Four years,” he hisses as I stroke him from base to tip.
I smile faintly, meeting his gaze. “Me, too.”
He covers my body with his a second later. His weight presses me into the mattress in the most delicious way. He braces himself on his forearms, his face hovering above mine as he reaches down to toy with the damp seam of my pussy. I suck in a breath. “I don’t have any protection,” he growls, pushing my soaked panties to the side so he can circle my clit.
I arch into him with a moan. “I have the implant.”
He grunts, “Good girl.”
The head of his cock presses at my entrance, and I melt—at the endearment or the feel of his swollen head sliding through my folds, it’s anyone’s guess.Both, definitely both. His hips flex forward, testing. I wrap my legs around his waist in response, bringing him closer and forcing his cock to push inside me.
We moan together at the feeling of finally being joined.
Me, at being filled and stretched.
Him, doing the filling and stretching.
Without warning, my walls tighten around him and he curses under his breath. I cling to him as he sinks deeper and deeper. “Beau,oh—” I moan, gasping for air as his cock drags against my walls and the part of me only he can find.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he growls, jerking his hips and earning a squeak from me. “You’re gonna come already, aren’t you?” He picks up a slow, grinding rhythm and my legs fall farther open. The room fills with our shared sounds—his low groans mixing with my desperate moans. His eyes never leave mine, each thrust impossibly deep.
“Yes,” I gasp, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as he picks up the pace. “Yes, yes, yes—”
His expression is intense as he watches me come undone beneath him. “That’s it,” he coaxes, his voice strained. “Come on my fuckin’ cock.”
