Page 193 of Beast and Remedy
Beau grunts through ragged breaths, “Yes, that’s it.” He holds me tighter, pushing me further down his shaft as I ride him. “Fuck me, Rosebud.Ruinme.”
I kiss his collarbone, sucking lightly. His body twitches, and I coo, “Do you like that?”
He groans.
When Beau doesn’t answer, I grab and tug his hair, wanting to hear him say it.
He hisses, eyes finding mine as I arch a brow expectantly.
“I do,” he answers.
I reward him with another roll of my hips and more kisses.
Beau holds me close, the friction increasing the tension in my core.
I clench my muscles, wanting more of him as Beau threads his fingers through my red waves, and he rests his head against mine.
Our eyes never close. We hold each other captive, matching every thrust and increasing our rhythm.
Our breathing syncs up, and his cock teases my inner walls when he goes harder.Deeper.
“Take me. Take all of me,” Beau encourages. “Please.” He shifts ever so slightly, the angle amplifying every sensation, every nerve, every muscle in my body. “I want to—Ineedto feel every inch of you.”
I rub against him, and my body quakes, wishing to give out but wanting to reach release evenmore. I whimper,soclose to coming undone.
Teetering on the precipice, Beau moves his hand between us, rubbing my clit. “Come, my love. Come so I can make you come again.”
My climax rips through me, erupting from his words. I cry out, riding him with urgency.
“Good girl,” he praises, keeping his pace, coaxing and prolonging my fevered ecstasy.
“Give me more,” he pleads hungrily. “I need you to come again.”
“I-I-I-I don’t know if I can,” I pant, despite my pleasure already intensifying.
“Oh, my love, but your needy little cunt is so tight.” He pinches my pussy, and I gasp, my body trembling and muscles tightening from the strain. “So. Wet.”
He kisses me deeply, and I grip his hair, my core contracting with each sweep of his tongue. And when he retreats, he breathes, “I know you can.”
He pulls out completely and rams into me.
My breath hitches.
He does it again, and I whimper. Beau smiles, starting a new pace and meticulously applying more pressure to my clit.
“Beau,” I moan, writhing from exhaustion as the need for another release builds.
He wraps his free hand around my throat, keeping me close.
“That’s it,” he purrs, squeezing my neck. “Let me hear your moans. Let me steal your breath. Let me feel you come on my cock. Let me watch you fall apart. Let me fall apart with you.”
I arch into him, concentrating, caught in limbo, unable to come down. Only ride this course with him.
“I love you,” I murmur.
Beau grunts, capturing my lips with his. He moans, pumping harder into me, losing control and caving to his whims.
I shudder and come apart in his hold, my body convulsing—shattering—unraveling.
