Chapter 263

My mouth goes dry. Beau doesn’t mean for us to… with our mouths… at the same time…

Beau releases my wrists and strips from fully clothed to naked in under three seconds. I bet he could win some kind of award for it. Maybe he already has.

His dick is hard and ready. There are love bites on his neck. I scowl at them with hatred. How dare that crop-top girl attempt to mark up Beau? He doesn’t belong to her.

I’m no longer rational. I recognize that. I’m still not going to do a thing about it.

Beau steps closer to me. He places his hands on my hips and caresses my hipbones with his thumbs over the sheer fabric of the nightgown.

“I can’t wait to taste you. But let me look at you first.” His appreciative gaze travels down my front, snagging on my bare breasts, presented just for him, and then again at the apex of my thigh. “I see you like both of my gifts, though I prefer you would only wear one of them.”

I give him a small smirk of my own. “Which one should I take off?”

He hums, as if thoughtful, even as he begins to bunch up the skirt part of my nightgown. When it’s all over his wrists, he presses his hands flat to my skin, then around to my ass. After squeezing, he grips the lines of the thong and snaps it. It falls to the ground.

“Does that answer your question?” He lets the nightgown fall. When it covers me once more, he explores my body with his hands, pressing the cool fabric of the nightgown down against my quickly-warming skin.

When he reaches my tits, he cups each with a hand, then teases my budding nipples with his thumbs.

It feels so good. My eyelids start to lower. I’m losing myself to the pleasure.

It always happens to quickly with Beau. He’s so experienced, so keyed in with a woman’s pleasure. He touches me like a master musician would play his instrument.

Then, just before I start to relax under his touch, he lowers his head and licks my nipple through the fabric. With the heat, and the dampness, and the soft friction of the fabric against my sensitive nub, I bow my back, cling onto his shoulders, and cry out.

“Ah!”

He laves similar attention on the other nipple, not staying at either for too long. I hate it. I would keep him there all day if I could. But I know he has other pleasures in mind.

He pops off my nipple then steps back to look at me again. His lips are red and he’s smiling.

“It’s time,” he says and walks to the bed. He rests on top of it, on his back, with his head on the pillow. He taps at the pillow behind him. “Come now. Sit on my face.”

“W-what?” comes my strangled reply.

He rolls his head on the pillow to look at me sideways. “We’re going to 69. I know that’s in your book.”

“69?” I know about that, I think, but… I’m feeling a little nervous all the sudden. I’m still not great at giving blow jobs, and now he wants me to give one while also receiving his tongue? How would that even work.

“I’m going to stick my tongue in your pussy while you suck on my dick,” Beau says. He smirks wider the more I blush. “You’ll like it, trust me.”

I swallow down my nerves. I do trust Beau, especially with matters of pleasure. The man has not disappointed me even once. When he says I’ll like something, he’s always been right.

“Get that wet pussy over here,” he says. “I’m thirsty.”

I don’t want to deny either of us any longer. With Beau’s direction, I place my thighs on either side of his head then lower down. He licks at my clit instantly, zeroing straight in for it.

I bow my back and gasp.

He starts stroking his dick and I remember my task. With strangled breaths, nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure of his tongue tracing circles on my clit, I lean down over him and take his dick in my mouth.

He moans against me. I can feel it in my clit.

We go like that for a while, him licking at me, while I suck on him as best I can. He strokes himself where I can’t reach.

I think I’m doing okay, staying on task despite the distractions – until he slips a finger inside my damp pussy.

Then I break off of him to shout, “Beau!”

He removes his finger and taps at my ass. I immediately roll off of him.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I shouldn’t have –”

My own apology catches in my throat when I catch sight of him. His lips and chin are damp from my pussy. He doesn’t seem to mind. He’s hungrily licking his lips.

“I stopped because I need to fuck you now or I’m going to go insane,” Beau says, voice so deep I barely recognize it. There’s a growl rumbling behind it, like his wolf is showing itself.

Oh, Gods, I’m so turned on, I can’t think straight. “How do I…? How do you want to…?”

“Hands and knees,” he says as desperately as I feel.

I do as he suggests, turning myself so that I’m on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, my head facing the end of the bed.

I glance behind my shoulder to see him slide on a condom. Then he grabs the pillow and pushes it toward me.

“Under your head,” he says.

My head is still lifted. Does he think I’ll lower it? I don’t know, but I do as he asks, moving the pillow so that it will catch my head if I push down.

“Hold on,” he says, as he moves behind me. He grabs my hips and lines himself up.

Hold… on? What does he mean by – oh! “Oh Gods!”

Beau thrusts forward with a single, unforgiving thrust. There’s no resistance. I’m soaking wet and already stretched from my recent lovemaking with Neil. His hard cock slides home instantly.

And this position. Gods, he feels so deep. Deeper than I’ve ever been penetrated before.

He wastes no time. At once, he pulls out of me, all the way until only his tip remains inside. Then, he thrusts forward again, no less harshly.

He pushes my whole body forward and down. I claw at the mattress, holding on as he suggested. I bury my face down into the pillow.

Again and again, he rolls his hips out just to jackhammer them back in. His hands are tight on my hips, moving me as he needs me too.

It feels so fucking good. I’m totally pinned.

All I can do is hold on and fucking take it.

Again and again. Thrust after harsh thrust. His dick buried into my pussy. My tits jumping at the force of each thrust.

Eventually I’m pushed down flat on the mattress. Beau growls as he pulls fully out.

My body is jelly now, so it’s up to him to turn me onto my back. He hooks my legs over his shoulders, bending me near in half, and then enters me again.

Fuck, the way he moves his hips, like small circles, not just in and out.

He’s hitting places inside of me I didn’t even know existed.

I claw at his arms at his shoulders, leaving marks of my own on his skin.

Beau’s grunting and moaning nearly matches my own in volume, in duration.

I’m close. So terribly close.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Cum on me. Let me feel it.”

I do, my orgasm shaking through me.

I hold on because he doesn’t let up.

“You think we’re done?” he says. His eyes are wild. He’s a man possessed.

And I’m loving every single second of it.

“The night’s just started, Nanny.”