Page 81 of Beauty and the Beard

“Leaf… do we need to go anywhere for the next few hours?”

His fingers dance over the buttons on my shirt and I shake my head slowly.

“The only place I want to be is here. With you. Right now.”

“Good.” he breathes as I drop my pack to the floor and pull him to me.

Crashing my mouth over his, Sasha’s hands curl into my shoulders as he moulds himself to my body. Infusing himself to me.

“I want you to get naked. Then I’m going to lick every inch of your body and show you how fucking happy I am to see you.” He pants as we grab at each other’s clothes.

We’re a frenzy of hands and kisses as we stumble our way to the bed in the corner. His apartment is a true studio, with his bedroom in the corner and living room across from it. The onlyseparate room is the bathroom, but I don’t care right now. I’m focused on getting this man into bed. Or whatever surface he wants. I’m not picky.

The backs of my legs meet the edge of the mattress and Sasha pushes me back with unexpected force. He tears my pants down my legs in record time and snaps at the elastic band of my boxers.

“You’re so damn hot, Leaf.” his eyes rake over me as I pant beneath him. I love snuggly, tender Sasha. But this version? The boldness and shameless want? Yep. Sign me up.

“How hot?” My lips twitch when he pauses, considering my question. He’s actually thinking about a reply.

Sliding his fingers into my waistband, he now has me completely naked, and he taps a finger against his lips in thought.

“Hotter than the sun? Is that hot enough?”

“Be careful. My ego might get too inflated.”

“It’s not your ego I want inflated.”

He winks, and I bark a laugh as he sheds his remaining clothes. He’s so wild and uninhibited. Not at all like the Sasha I had in my bed last. There’s no hesitation or shyness. He’s bold and going for what he wants and I. AM. HERE. FOR. IT.

“Tell me what you want, my beauty.”

Because that’s what he is. A beautiful soul, mind, and body. And he’s mine until the earth takes him away from me.

He falters, his playful grin softening as he cups my cheek with a tender hand.

“I like that name, beauty.Yourbeauty. From you, it means something different. Not just my face on a page, but you see all of me.”

Sasha swallows, the charge between us still crackling, before he drops a soft kiss to my lips.

With the tender moment passed, he crawls on top of me, nestling himself over my cock with a gentle rock of his hips. His lips turn up in a troublemaking grin and even though he’s teasing the fuck out of me, I love it. I love everything about this.

“I want you to suck me.” He crawls up on his knees and hovers over my mouth, sliding his cock across my lips. “And I want to come down your throat. Will you do that?”

I open my mouth in response, and his eyes are liquid pools of fire.

He feeds his cock past my lips, one hand fisted into my hair. His chest heaves and his eyes widen, like he can’t believe my lips are wrapped around his dick.

With tentative thrusts, he fucks my mouth. Sometimes moving my head and other times rocking his hips. If I gag—and I do—he pauses, lips parted with shaky breaths.

And for every second that passes, I love him just a bit more. I’m the one he trusts to have all these experiences with.

Balls slap my chin, and he moans. Guttural. Uninhibited and sexy as hell.

He empties his load down my throat with a surprised gasp and pulls out of my mouth before he finishes. Cum splashes on my face and, with his entire body shaking, he slides down to lie next to me and feathers the sweetest kiss on my swollen lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. It just sort of hit me.”

“It’s okay.” His hands wipe the stray splashes from my face and I catch his wrist. Placing a soft kiss on it, I tug him over on top of me.

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