Page 192 of Beast and Remedy
Beau groans, dipping his head as I hum. His grip on my waist tightens as he teases my cunt, stealing a gasp from me.
I hold the base of his neck, keeping him close.
“Show me how much you need a release.” He pinches my center, and I whimper when he grinds into me from behind. “You’re so fucking good to me.”
“More,” I beg, unraveling.
He rubs my clit, applying pressure as he syncs his hips up with mine. “Show me you’re a good listener and tell me exactly what you want,” he whispers, pinching my pussy again.
I mewl, dragging his face to mine. Kissing him never feels like enough. Even when I open my mouth and he sucks on my lip.
I shudder, moaning before I withdraw, voice lowering. “I want your clothes off. And then I want you to get your ass on the bed so I can sit on you.”
His dimples appear. “Ilovewhen you use your words.”
He gives me a quick peck before removing his hand from my pants. Beau peels off his clothes, then props himself on the edge of the bed, heat and urgency rippling off him in waves.
He’s eager and wanting, his cock erect and brushing against his lower abdomen, toned to utter and devastating perfection. His fingers twitch, and he rubs his thighs, trying his best to remain patient.
Savoring the power of him waiting for me, I let him squirm under my surveyance. I leisurely remove my clothing, a slow smirk spreading as I stop every time he moves and catches himself.
“Ever the tease you are,” he muses.
I wink as I lift my tunic over my head and drop it with a flourish, wetness forming between my legs as his eyes rake down my body.
My mouth salivates at the thought of sucking him off, but I cast the idea aside for now, sauntering toward him.
He bounces his leg, his excitement getting the better of him when he reaches and pulls me the rest of the way, clashing his mouth with mine.
Easing him back onto the bed, I help him scoot toward the middle before climbing up his body. But I don’t fully seat myself on his dick but rather rub my pussy against his length.
“Rosebud,” he pants, gripping my hips with urgency.
The pressure of his touch makes me writhe more. “I know, B. Iknow,” I reply, too occupied by our bodies to use words for how euphoric he feels.
I curl into him as we sway, and with a moan and a kiss, he wraps me in an embrace. I drown in his sweet citrus scent, unable to get enough.
His lips roam as his hands move to my ass. Beau digs his fingers into my flesh, keeping me in place.
I push up, my head falling back when his mouth finds my breast. Moaning, I reach for his throat and squeeze.
Beau hums his approval, nipping and sucking my nipple, making me wetter. And when he flicks his tongue, I grind further into him.
But when the tip of his cock teases my entrance, I grip the sheets. I close my eyes, pressure building in my core.
“Eyes on me. I want to watch you come apart,” Beau rasps.
He undulates with me, and my hips move of their own volition, too desperate to chase after what my body desperately needs.
Beau smacks my ass, and I gasp. Finding his golden irises, he smirks before kissing my chest and rubbing the tender area he spanked.
“Eyes. On.Me,” Beau repeats.
My heart hammers as I do as he says, transfixed by him. He maneuvers, thrusting and fully sliding in.
“Fuuuck,” I drawl at the entirety of him as he pauses, letting me adjust.
Slowly, I rock, finding my sweet spot.
