Page 37 of Beau Pair
It’s all of it. It’s all of it and more.
It’s that he’s sweet and so damn beautiful, but also so dirty and sexy.
I ease into him slowly, but I never take my eyes off his. I stare into them, and he stares into mine. I want to make sure he’s okay and he’s enjoying himself. I want to see him smile and moan, and I want to see his reaction when I hit his prostate.
So, I ease myself in. Apply more lube. Wait for him to breathe. To give me the go-ahead. Push some more. Until it happens.
Bingo!
How do I know? Because he gasps and his eyes pop wide open. His feet squeeze around my neck tighter, and he clenches at the sheets with both hands.
I build up a rhythm, steadily, his loud grunts reverberating through me and giving me more juice to go on. I pull out and push in, hitting his prostate again and again, making his own dick twitch with each stroke.
I grip him from the waist on both sides and start pounding him harder. His hole is so snug around my cock, every motion feels so much stronger than anything else I’ve ever experienced.
And despite my thickness, he’s no longer fazed. Gone is the wince of pain on his face. Now, it’s all pleasure.
“Yeah,” he sobs, “just like that, Daddy Davis. Fuck me. Fuck me, Professor. I’ve been naughty. So naughty. Sniffing your underwear while you’re at work. I need to be punished.”
The more he talks, the harder I slam into him, and the harder I slam into him, the weaker his voice gets until it’s all but a whisper.
Everything inside me—my chest, my throat, my stomach, my balls—clenches, and I know I won’t last long. I’ve already lasted longer than I anticipated.
Our gazes are still tethered, just like our bodies. His hands find space on my nipples, and he gives them a squeeze before grabbing me from the waist and guiding me harder, deeper.
He pants quickly and groans.
“Oh my God. I’m coming,” he cries, and I look down at his cock, untouched but hard as anything, as it spills on his stomach.
Beau calls on God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit, and it doesn’t take more than this to make me unravel.
“You want my cum inside you? Huh, little Beau? There,” I say, and pound once, twice, three times.
My cum shoots out and my whole body tenses until I’ve given him everything I have to give.
I collapse on him, and he wraps his legs around my hips, his hands around my shoulders, and I find space on the crook of his neck to breathe out and find myself again.
But how can I when Beau has taken me captive?
“Holy!” I pant when I’m finally able to lift my head and look at him. “What have you done to me? Are you a dream? You’ve got to be a dream.”
Beau’s lips kink up to the side in a smirk, and he gives me a kiss before he says, “Oh baby, I’m as real as anything you’ve ever had.”
“You can’t be,” I tell him.
He gives my ass a spank before he wraps his legs around me again and I sink down to him to connect our mouths again, because whatever he’s done to me, I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to leave his embrace. As soon as I do, I’ll realize we’re in deep trouble.
I move down to kiss his neck and a sigh escapes him.
“I can’t wait to do that again, later,” Beau says, and I lift my head.
“We… we’re doing this again?” I ask.
He grimaces.
“Umm, duh! Why wouldn’t we?”
And here comes reality. I push away from him and roll to his side on the bed.
