Page 77 of Twisted Hunger

I fist the bedding into my hands and bite into the pillow as he begins power driving into me. When he said I would take a pounding, he wasn't exaggerating. His fingers curl into my flesh, and I know I will have bruises for at least a week from how tight of a grip he's got on me.

With every thrust, he takes me to new heights, building the flames until I feel as though I'm going to burn to death from the inside. "Fucking come for me, Ryan! Give me what is rightfully mine…"

Suddenly, Beau's hand comes down, and he slaps my ass. This action alone sends me tumbling over the edge, giving him exactly what he wants. I scream into the pillow because it's too overwhelming. I feel Beau's hand come around, and he starts rubbing my clit, prolonging my climax.

"No…please! It's too much…"

"You're going to give me this, Ryan, and then…you'll give me some more. I'm going to remind you of who owns this cunt. I don't fucking care what my father says anymore. Fuck the company and fuck him! I'm choosing you, Ryan…I'll always choose you."

Tears of joy spring free, and I move away from him, only long enough to push him down onto his back and straddle him. I line his cock up to my entrance, and ever so slowly, I lower myself. "I choose you, too, Beau… always. Only ever yours!"

I bite my lip at the stretch once again, but it feels so fucking good. I keep my eyes on Beau's as I ride him slowly. Grabbing one of my breasts, I tweak and pull on my nipple as I lean back and hold myself up with my other hand. Beau pops his thumb into his mouth, then brings it to my clit where he begins to rub circles around it. I grind myself down on him, and I don't know if it's because we are gazing into each other's eyes so intensely, but it almost feels like he's touching my very soul.

"I love you, Beau…"

"I know, Ryan. I've never doubted that, even after everything, because Iknow you." His eyes leave mine briefly as they lower to watch me impale myself repeatedly on him. When they meet mine again, a fire burns in their depths. "How about you show me just how naughty you can really be, now?"

It's the only thing I need to hear as I give him my wicked grin. "You want naughty, baby?"

He nods and grins, wetting his lips. "You better believe it. Give me something to add to my spank bank when I'm back at the base."

The reminder that he will be leaving again gets me right in the chest, but I don't let him know it. I want what little time we have together to be all good thoughts, so shoving reality to the back burner for now, I spin around while still impaled on his length and look over my shoulder at him.

Arching my back, I offer up my ass to him while I’m still full of his cock. "Fill me full, Beau. Make me come as you stuff my holes."

"Oh fuck…" The words leave his mouth with a low groan. "You're going to kill me, Ry…"

"No, but I am going to make you come so hard and so much that I will have to take Plan B. One of those little fuckers will be bound to be that one percent to swim past any defense I may have." I muse when he chokes at my words and grins.

"Damn, Ryan…" he rasps, and I meet his eyes. A moment passes where time stands still, and we are the only two left on this earth. "One of these days," he states. "I won't only watch you swell with my child, but I’m going to marry the fuck out of you!" He then breaks through my forbidden hole with his finger, causing my eyes to roll back, and all else is lost as we make the best of the time we have left together.

Twenty-Eight

Pounding on Beau's bedroom door and the sound of Bain's angry voice telling us to come downstairs has me trying to scramble from his bed. Beau holds me in place and presses his lips to my head briefly, and says, "Go take a quick shower before you come down. I'll go see what his problem is."

"No, I'll go with you. We are in this together…"

He smiles and brushes some hair off my face. "Any other time, I'd be fine with that, but I don't want him smelling me all over you and believe me"—he nuzzles my neck and breathes out—"I can smell me all over you."

"Oh, God…" I whisper as his words go straight to my core, and I rub my thighs together.

Beau chuckles and pulls back. "Not now, my little nympho…there's no time."

Giving me a little shove, Beau watches me as I go to his bathroom.

"I'm still going to smell like you after using your body wash, you know."

"Yeah, but at least it's my body wash and not my cum," he laughs out as I shut the bathroom door.

I grin and shake my head as I stand with my back against the door. Slowly, my grin disappears as thoughts of what's to come start trickling in. Beau can't stay. He's only just begun his training, so once again, he must leave me behind. Sighing, I try to keep a positive attitude about it. At least I know that he does want me, which will have to be enough until we can find a way to be together.

Turning on the shower, I step under the hot spray and let the heat relax my sore muscles from my recent activities. With these thoughts, though, they turn to Brock, and I stop what I'm doing. I can't believe I've carelessly pushed all thoughts of him aside, not knowing if he will be okay or if…

No. He has to be okay. I can't even imagine what will happen if he's not! I say to myself, and instead of standing here, enjoying the shower, I hurriedly wash so I can go down and see what's happening.

I dry off and return to Beau's room to grab a T-shirt and a pair of sweats. I should go up to my room and grab my own clothes, but I'm in too much of a hurry to care at the moment, and as I open the door to head down, I hear the angry voices of father and son.

"I've told you what would happen if you didn't stop messing with your sister—" comes Bain, but Beau cuts him off.

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