Page 53 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

Fletcher

“ O h, fuck , Fletcher…” Georgia gasps, hands fisting my hair as she grinds her sweet pussy against my face. “Fletch…don’t stop!”

Lips around her clit, I suck on the bud before teasing it with my teeth while two fingers pump in and out of her tight cunt.

She’s close—her thighs tremble and deep, guttural moans fill the air.

If this ain’t the perfect way to start the day, I don’t know what is.

Bringing my hand up, I apply pressure to her lower stomach as I flick my tongue against her clit.

My hips rock into the bed, cock so hard, I can barely think straight.

I have tunnel vision, making Georgia soak my face, then sinking my dick into her hot, slick pussy.

Georgia gasps, legs squeezing my head as her body tenses up.

Letting out the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard, she lets go for me, and fuck , does she do it beautifully.

Her pussy pulsates as her release floods my tongue, and I happily lick up every last drop, not stopping until it becomes too much for her and she pushes me away.

With her cum fresh on my tongue, I climb on top, not willing to waste a second sinking into her.

Fist around the base of my cock, I line myself and slowly ease in as Georgia pulls herself up on her arms and crashes her lips to mine, groaning as she tastes herself.

Once I’m fully seated, I pull all the way out before thrusting back in again, setting a steady, rough pace, feeling like my head is buzzing.

Wrapping her arm around my waist, Georgia slides her hand down to my ass, teasing the plug she inserted before we got started.

My breath falters as I groan into her mouth, feeling her smirk against my lips.

“That feel good?” she rasps, voice thick with arousal.

“You know it does, Peach.” Giggling, she reaches beside us, and a moment later, the toy sends a rush of vibrations through my whole body. “Oh, sh-shit,” I gasp, hips slapping against her body harder. “Goddamn, Georgia, you gotta t-turn it down or I’m not g-gonna last very long.”

Tossing the remote back on the bed, she brings her hand to the side of my neck as her lips press onto my skin. “That’s the point, baby boy.” Georgia scrapes my earlobe with her teeth before adding, “We have to leave soon, and we cannot be late again because we were having sex.”

I turn my head, sealing my mouth to hers and kissing her deeply and messily before I ask, “And why the fuck not?”

Georgia moans, flipping us over before I see it coming, and then I have the hottest, most breathtaking view a man could ever have as my girl rides me like she didn’t just come five minutes ago.

The smirk that curls her lips is almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Because I think we’ve put our poor parents through enough, don’t you? ”

Her hands clutch at my chest as her hips rock back and forth, grinding on me, while mine come up, one gripping her hip and the other palming one of her huge, bouncing tits. The groan that leaves her as I tweak her nipple ring is throat deep, and I feel it all the way in my balls.

“Fuck yeah, Peach,” I growl. “Ride this fucking cock. Make daddy come.”

Georgia huffs an amused breath, but she doesn’t slow down. “That’s not becoming a thing,” she murmurs, but I don’t miss the way her eyes darken.

“You sure about that?” I tease. “Because from down here, it looks like it might be.”

Both hands coming to her hips, I hold her in place as I thrust up into her, fucking her from the bottom.

Her lips part, a string of breathless moans escaping her as her eyes roll back until all I can see is white.

I dropped the first “daddy” while I was fucking her about a week ago, and at first it was a joke, but I have to admit…

I’m kind of into it, and even though Georgia doesn’t want to admit it, I think she is too.

“You gonna give me another one, Peach?”

Her brows draw inward as she nods, full lips parted in pleasure and lust-drunk gaze meeting mine as she brings her fingers to her clit.

The sunlight peeking through the blinds shines over Georgia’s body, making her look ethereal.

Beads of sweat glisten across her chest, cheeks flushed, and the way her tits bounce as I pound into her is mesmerizing.

Heat spreads through my veins as I bring my eyes back to hers, to the way she can hardly keep them open.

She’s close, but so am I. With every thrust of my hips, the toy shifts slightly in my ass, grazing the spot inside me that has pleasure ricocheting through every corner of my body.

Georgia throws her head back, nails raking down my chest as she cries out, the sound like a detonator for my own release.

A groan rips from my throat as pleasure floods my system.

Balls tightening, my cock throbs, and then I’m spilling deep inside her while her pussy milks me for all I’ve got.

Once she finishes, Georgia collapses on top of me, burying her face in my neck and pressing kisses along my skin.

My arms wrap around her, holding her as close as possible, one hand massaging and kneading her ass, while the other rubs along her upper arm.

“Need you to turn off the toy, Peach,” I rasp, the vibrations becoming too much.

“Oh, shit. Forgot about that.” Georgia giggles as she reaches beside us, finding the remote.

Once she’s switched it off, I roll us onto our sides, limbs still intertwined, and as my eyes get heavy, the idea of a nap sounds pretty fucking great right about now. “How ’bout a quick snooze?”

“Fletcher, we just woke up.”

“So?”

“Get your ass up.” Georgia snorts. “We have to get ready and be at our parents’ house is an hour.”

I groan, and she chuckles, but neither of us makes any attempt to move, at least not for another twenty minutes. It’s too comfy, lying here in her arms.

“There’s no sausage links?” Glancing up from the long folding table housing the food, I meet my mom’s gaze. “No sausage links?”

Holding her hands up, she breathes out a laugh. “I’m sorry. I forgot to pick them up at the store.”

“You know, you could always buy your own sausage links and bring them your-damn-self,” Graham grumbles as he comes up behind me, filling up his plate. “It wouldn’t kill ya.”

“Oh yeah?” A grin spreads across my face. “I got some sausage for you, dipshit.

His scowl deepens as he glances over at me, but I don’t miss the slight twitch of his lip as he says, “No thanks, Georgia’s the only stepbrother fucker in this family.”

“Graham, what the fuck?” Georgia hisses, at the same time my mom says, “Okay, boys, knock it off!”

“Aunt Georgie, you can’t say that while you’re holding the baby,” Blakely scolds from the children’s table in the dining room.

“Yeah, Georgie,” I tease, filling up a plate for her and one for me. “No swearing in front of the baby.”

Glaring at me first, Georgia then looks at Blakely. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

It’s been a couple of weeks since Georgia and I told the rest of our family about our relationship.

Things were a little awkward at first, mostly with my mom and stepdad.

She said they had their suspicions, from that little drop-in of theirs a while back, but she still looked equal parts scandalized and confused, like she couldn’t wrap her mind around how it happened in the first place.

Aside from that initial time I told my dad I was in love with Georgia, he hasn’t brought it up again, which I figured would be how it went.

He’s not one to talk about feelings. Thankfully, nobody was disapproving.

Graham has enjoyed giving us shit about it, though, but that’s not surprising, given how he’s never been my biggest fan.

My mom looks a little flustered every time it’s brought up, but I’m sure that’ll lessen with time.

“Fletcher, what’s the timeline for your new office?” Everett asks as I sit beside Georgia.

“Shouldn’t be long,” I say. “Conway and his guys are almost finished with the renovation, and I’m starting the first round of interviews this week. We should be up and running before the end of July.”

I’m more than a little eager to hire a solid team and hit the ground running.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect when my father agreed to this.

Was he going to micromanage me? Question me every step of the way?

Insert himself into everything? And surprisingly enough, he hasn’t done any of that.

In fact, he’s let me fully take the reins.

That’s not to say it isn’t driving him nuts taking the back seat on this, but he seems to at least be trying, and that’s all I can ask for.

Thinking back to where I was at the end of the first semester this year.

I was completely fed up, bitter toward the idea of school, and I was pissed off with my dad for doing what he did.

Every single part of me believed he wanted to see me fail, but now that I’m on the other side, I understand why he did it.

Do I think he necessarily went about it the right way?

No, not really. There were a lot of areas in my life where my father could’ve handled things differently, could’ve treated me better, could’ve given be a little more guidance instead of letting me figure it all out myself, then getting angry with me when I fucked up.

Regardless of how I got here, I made it.

And I owe so much of this to Georgia. Even when she couldn’t stand me, she still believed in me.

If it weren’t for her support and help, I’m positive I wouldn’t be where I’m at right now.

Hell, I probably would’ve had to re-do the year.

As I glance around the room—to Georgia, to all of our family—I can’t help but owe a little bit of it to my father too.

Had he not sent me here, and had he not basically forced Georgia into helping me, I wouldn’t be sitting here, crazy in love with Georgia, and closer to this side of my family than I’ve ever been.

It’s crazy to think how a teenage crush on my much older stepsister turned into this . I take her hand in mine as she tells a story to her dad, and all I can think about is how one day I’m going to marry this woman.

One day, I will get down on one knee, with a ring made just for her, and ask her to be my wife.

One day, I will watch her walk down the aisle at the wedding of her dreams, with her dad on her arm, and I will fail miserably at holding it together, because the idea alone of Georgia in a wedding dress is enough to make me forget how to breathe.

One day, I will tell her how much I love her in front of all our friends and family, and promise to continue loving her for the rest of our lives, then seal that promise with a kiss and spend the rest of the night dancing with her.

And one day, when we’re gray and old, I’ll sit beside her on a porch swing on one warm Sunday afternoon, and we’ll look back on our life together, and even though I can’t picture ever loving her more than I do right now, I know I will.

Georgia Astor was once just a beautiful desire, something I never saw myself having, but now she’s a beautiful life I can’t wait to continue living.