Page 63 of Beauty and the Beard

“Can I do this?” He whispers. “Be on top?”

“Of course you can. I’d never say no to that.”

His hands shake as he caresses my chest and I stare into his beautiful eyes. He opens his mouth and closes it. No words come, so I offer my own.

“Don’t explain, babe.” My palm slides across his cheek, thumb grazing his puffy lower lip. “I’ll never deny you.”

He swallows hard and I wish I could wash away all the doubts. I’ve never had to wrestle with his kind of demons, though. A love lost through death differs from never believing you’re worthy of it.

The ache to tell him to stay is so fierce, I reach up and pull his mouth to mine.

“Do what you want, Sasha. I’m yours.”

Gasping, he tears his mouth from mine. Cheeks flushed and eyes ablaze, he slides back down my body and kneels between my legs. He doesn’t touch me. Sasha’s chest heaves as he staresat my painfully hard cock and I’m not sure where his mind went, but I bend my knees and open my legs farther. I’m not sure how much more of an invitation he’d like, but I don’t have time to engrave one.

“Sasha…” He snaps his eyes to mine. “I don’t want to rush you, but I’m getting a little impatient. Can you please do something? Suck my dick, touch my balls, literally anything, because I’m burning up with you sitting there just out of reach and staring.”

“Sorry.” He whispers.

“Don’t be sorry. Just… do something.” I huff a tense laugh because I want this to be what he wants. His control. His choice. But I’m also a man who wants to come sometime this evening.

Sasha listens to my plea, and he shocks me by spreading my cheeks and rimming me to an inch of my life.

“Holy shit… Sasha …fuuuck.”

When he finally comes up for air, the triumphant smile on his face leaves me breathless. Saliva-soaked, reddened lips grin at me with a debauched tilt.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Well, shit. If I knew that, I’d have volunteered earlier.”

He laughs, deep and throaty, and I know now that I’d do anything to hear it again.

“I’ll mark it down that you approve. Hopefully, I can add the next thing to your list of volunteer activities.”

He coats my cock in lube and positions himself, sinking down slowly until he’s panting, fully impaled on me. After adjusting a few times, he rocks his hips with a moan and plants his hands on my chest.

“Leaf… holy crap…”

He throws his head back, lost in the act of flesh on flesh and chasing his orgasm. I close my hand on his dick and he gasps.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.” It’s but a hiss and he sits up farther, giving me room to jerk him while he rides me. “I’m gonna come. Holy…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence because he tenses and with a gasp, he coats me with his cum. It’s in my beard and on my chest, and Sasha grins like a fool. A beautiful, blissed out fool.

“You look amazing in everything you wear, but this?” He gestures to the mess he made on me. “This is my favourite.”

“You like me covered in your spunk, do you?”

“Sure do.” He rocks back on my dick and I groan. “And I want you to fill me with yours.”

He collapses forward, kissing me, not caring he now has cum on his face and I lift my hips, chasing my orgasm that hovers so close.

“You sure?” I pant into his mouth.

“Very. I want a part of you. Please, Leaf.”

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