Page 20 of Beards and Broken Hearts

“Nothing is good,” I admit, biting my lip.

His eyes darken as they stare at my mouth. Without looking at them, Layton pushes our mostly empty plates away and holds out his hand for me to take. It’s an easy decision, and he leads me up the stairs to his room. It’s also simple and gray, with a blue bedspread and the light scent of his cologne hanging in the air.

We don’t bother turning on a light as we slowly remove each other’s clothes. The moon is just bright enough to show us where to fall into bed, and we’re both eager to do so.

Layton’s soft touch is slow and torturing, building my excitement as butterflies swarm in my belly. His large frame hovers over me so close I can feel his body heat, but too far away at the same time. Even after all this time, he has a powerful control over my body. Goosebumps erupt across my naked skin. My breath hitches at the feel of his thick cock, when he lays it across my center. With the way he plays me, I’m happy to submit to him. With each featherlight touch and stroke against my skin, I feel crazier. It feels like I’m spiraling out of control, but I still know in my heart that I’m safe. I can give him everything, and he’ll take care of me.

My anticipation builds to the point I’m squirming like a lovesick and horny fool under him, on the verge of begging. Lucky for me, Layton is a man on a mission. His mouth trails down my neck and down my chest, where he licks teasing strokes across my hard nipple. The sensation is breathtaking. I arch into his mouth as he sucks me into his hot mouth. I groan loudly into the quiet, peaceful room. I no longer have to fear anyone overhearing and am completely free to shout to the world how good this man makes me feel.

And I do.

I get louder as he skims his teeth across my skin. Licks inside my navel and bites at my hip bone. All the teasing comes to a halt when he reaches my pussy. No longer gentle, he sucks my clit hard, and I scream, pulling his hair. The moan that leaves his mouth vibrates up my entire body. Already, I can feel myself on the edge of my orgasm. His skilled tongue writes dirty promises across my bud, making me hypersensitive until I think I’m about to explode. Then he dips his tongue into my pussy, diving inside with such force and pulling my legs up onto his shoulders. He fucks me with his tongue while getting up on his knees. I buck in pleasure against his face. Unashamed, taking my pleasure from him without an ounce of shyness. He pulls at my hips in rhythm as I continue rocking against him. Here I am on the cliff. I’m going to come, and it’s so overwhelming I can’t even speak. Instead, a squeak breaks through my lips, and I shatter. Shaking with release as he swipes his thumb on my clit, plunging into my core. Over and over as I break across his beard.

Slowly he stops, setting my ass back down on the bed and kissing up my body as I catch my breath. When he reaches the crook of my neck, he buries his face there, and his cock presses against my still pulsing pussy.

Layton slides his bare length, sliding across my pussy gently, lighting me up again. I’ve just come down and feel extra sensitive. I don’t know if I can take him again yet, but still, I want to try. Heat burns inside me. I’m insatiable with him and never want it to be any other way. I widen my legs so he has more room and knows without words that I want him inside me.

“Please,” I whisper as he comes up to look down at me.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, hooking my ankles on his bare ass, and he lines up his thick cock. He hears my need and matches it with burning eyes, roaming my body with hunger. His beard is wet from my arousal, and I can’t help the pride I feel in seeing it, like marking him as mine. My heart knows it’s true, and our chemistry is addictive.

Layton’s no longer gentle. Instead, he pushes in hard, filling me fully with the first stroke. The pinch of pain is as intoxicating as pure pleasure follows, and when he takes me by my neck again, I know I’m in for a hard ride. A smile breaks across my face as excitement fills me. Never before had I trusted a man to touch me this way, but Layton isn’t any man; he’s mine, and his hands on me always feel good.

“You want it hard, baby?”

“Yes, fuck me hard, Layton. I’m yours.”

“Fuck!” He says, then does just that. “Anything for you, Daphne. Anything.”

Again, he thrusts hard and pulls out, pushing in faster and deeper. His grip on my neck helps his leverage, pulling me into each hard thrust. His thick cock hits me inside in a way I never thought possible. It’s beyond good, as if my brain can finally turn off, and all I do is feel. It’s a pleasure so intense that my eyes roll back and my toes curl. I thought that only happened in fantasies. No, this man brings me a pleasure I never thought possible, and I scream at the overwhelming sensation. Again and again, he drives into me. Pulling me and hitting the perfect spot until I’m on the cliff again.

His grip gets tighter, but it’s still gentle. I know I’m safe. I also need to come. It’s close, but I need more.

“More, please, more,” I gasp out.

Suddenly his hand is gone from my neck, and I miss it, but it finds my clit, and his large body falls on mine. I pull my legs up high on his torso, taking him deeper. Our mouths connect, and this moment is just as intense, but different.

“I love you, baby. You are mine forever,” he whispers across my lips as I scream. My orgasm pushes me over the edge, and if I could speak, I would say the same. The way he owns me adds to the intensity of emotions raging inside me.

Layton’s body goes stiff, and I feel his cum filling me as I shudder in his arms. We stare at each other as our orgasms wash over us in waves like a tsunami, wrecking me and leaving me unable to speak. His eyes burn into me, and I recognize those same emotions there.

This moment is perfect. Years might have torn us apart, but we were young, and maybe everything that happened was for a reason. There’s never been anyone but Layton for me, and now I’m all his. We’ll never be apart again. Finally, it’s our happily ever after, and it feels better than anything I dreamed of as a teenager. It’s real, and it’s forever.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Daphne

“Last night was amazing,” Layton says, grinning over his cup of black coffee.

I grin up at him from the chair at the island. We’ve already finished breakfast, and I have to get back home to check on Handsome and update my sister on how my life has suddenly fallen into place.

“It was. I forgot to tell you something, though.”

Layton looks at me with a pinch of concern, and worry fills his eyes. Could he think I’m not invested in this future together? That’s crazy to think, but I’m happy to reassure him.

“I love you too. The earth-shattering orgasm left me breathless, but you should know that I’m well aware and happy that I’m yours forever.”

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