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I felt a kiss to the back of my neck where his hand had held me down, then the cool air from the air conditioner against my sweaty skin. Running water indicated Beau had gone into the bathroom. He returned and I hissed when a cool cloth was placed over my pussy.
“Easy, love. I got you.”
He wiped me clean, then lifted me so I had my head on a pillow. He climbed in and tucked me into him so I was on my side, my head tucked against his shoulder. My hand rested on his hardchest and I idly played with the hair there. More cum slipped from me in a little gush, making my thighs sticky and slippery all over again. I wondered how long it would seep from me. If I’d have a wet patch on my jeans later.
Before Beau, I’d had sex with one man. A guy in college who didn’t know my brothers. Who didn’t know me as anything more than a woman in his dorm. It had been quick. Painful in a fumbling, hymen-tearing sort of way. Absolutely nothing like what just happened with Beau. Now I knew why people made such a big deal out of sex. When it was like this… it was consuming.
I’d never felt so connected, so in tune with another person. And we hadn’t even been face to face. He’d held me down. Used me in the most delicious way. Beau was exposing a side of me I never shared. Heck, I never even knew.
“Rest, love. You’re gonna need it ‘cause I’m not nearly done with you. Just gotta decide how sore your pussy’ll be for the competition later. If you can’t take any more, I’ll fuck that luscious mouth. Get some of that sweet suction while I tell you how tonight’s gonna go. How you’re gonna stay safe.”
“But–”
“My dick down your throat’s the perfect way to keep you from arguing.”
“Beau,” I said, with much less heat than previous times. Because the idea of being on my knees before him only turned me on, made my pussy clench and more of his cum slip out. “Maybe we should practice now,” I added boldly.
He growled, then flung the sheet down. As he tucked his hands behind his head, I realized he was offering me free use of his body. Completely uninhibited and hard, he watched me.
Waited.
I’d meant what I suggested and he was readily up for it–literally. His dark gaze on me as he stayed quiet, letting me decide if my words were just bold without any backing. He wasn’t shaming. He wasn’t making this embarrassing. While he’d made itveryclear he was in charge, he was letting me have my way with him.
I just told him I wanted to suck his dick and he was all for it.
So I shifted up and onto my knees, took him in hand, leaned forward and took him into my mouth. When he hissed and his fingers gently tangled in my hair as he equally praised anddegraded me with his filthy words, I felt my feminine power.
That when he saidyour mouth was made to suck my dickandyou can’t get enough of my cum, can youit was because I was driving him to orgasm. Me. Lainey.
I’d never felt more powerful. Or cherished.
9
BEAU
A few hours later,after my girl sucked the lifeforce from my body with her greedy little mouth, grinning down at me after she’d swallowed mouthful after mouthful of my cum and swiping a pearly drop from her lip, I glanced at the bedside clock.
“I need to get ready,” Lainey said. “Get Junior and head to the arena.”
We were still in bed and we’d just woken up from a nap. Lainey’s head was on my shoulder again and I was stroking her long, silky hair. Oneof her legs was thrown over my thigh and I felt the sticky cum still slipping from her pussy. I could stay here forever, but she was right. Real life was creeping in.
“All right, but first we gotta talk about what’s going on around here, love.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m glad my dick could make you forget things.”
She huffed out a laugh, then pinched my side. I’d spank her ass for her sass, but I liked it. Some of it, at least. When she was naked and had my cum in her stomach and pussy.
“Gil, from last night. Colt arrested him,” I said.
She shifted slightly so she could angle her head enough to look up at me. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to, but you came here guns blazing and well… you distracted me.”
I felt her go hot at what we’d done. Her leg, flung over my thighs, shifted, as if she were squirming, remembering.
“Colt said Gil blabbed like a girl at a middle school sleepover. He was paid to keep you occupied so you’d miss the barrel race.”
