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Chapter Nine

BEAU

B rynn smiles seductively, raising her chin in a challenge and leaning back onto her elbows.

Clearing my throat, I order gruffly, “Finger yourself for me. Like you said, you’ve been doing all week. I want to see you make yourself come.”

The redhead’s eyes round at my request, her cheeks scorching red. “Then, I want to see you, too. I want you to jerk off while you watch me.”

My heart thuds against my ribs as I retort, more like a promise than a caveat, “I’ll watch until I absolutely have to get in on the act. Are you okay with that, and everything else I want to do to you?”

“Everything else?” She arches an eyebrow.

“Yes, like bury my head between your thighs. Make you ride my fingers and my face until you come.”

“Yes, Beau,” she pants. “Please. I need you more than I can say.”

Jumping to my feet and pulling my boxers down in one fluid movement, I kick my underwear to the side. Then, I stand in front of her, fisting my long, thick cock, stroking its length and grimacing with pleasure as her eyes eat me whole. “I can’t wait to sink into your juicy goodness. But first, I want to watch you fantasize about me and what we could be together. What we will be together.”

Brynn looks self-conscious, her eyes large and innocent.

“Don’t be nervous. Keep your eyes on my cock, Butterfly. Watch how hard and big you make me.”

She nods, bringing her hands to her pussy and parting her lips with her forefinger and thumb. Fuck, I can’t think of a more beautiful sight than her opening up to me this way, letting me watch her get off. She circles her clit with her thumb as her other hand slides through her folds, slick and swollen from our naughty conversation and, hopefully, watching me get my rod ready for her.

She eyes me hungrily, and I bite my lower lip, straining to hold back. “Do you like what you see?” I pant between strokes.

“Yes,” she admits. “Your dick is huge and straight, smooth and so tight with your erection. Fuck, I want you inside me now.”

“We’ll get there.” Glancing down at my hand, I tighten my grip, my large hand sheathing my length from bulbous tip to balls, drawing a deep groan from my chest.

My eyes smolder as I watch her hands, my face scowling with pleasure. Her cream-slick finger slides in and out of her pink pussy, mesmerizing me with each movement, as she masters her clit with her other hand. Her breathing increases, and her fingers grow faster, her movements sporadic as her pussy trembles and grips her finger tighter.

“Fuck,” I moan, stroking my cock more firmly, each motion a study in self-control. “Does finger banging get you off? Or would it be better to stroke that pussy?” I ask darkly, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” she admits, her cheeks glowing. “There’s so much I have yet to learn about my body. It’s embarrassing to admit this to someone like you.”

“Like me?” I ask, squeezing my shaft without moving. Willing myself back under control.

“Yes, so virile and gorgeous.”

“I’ll show you virile,” I promise, pushing my own needs down into the deepest recesses of my core as my attention turns to the redheaded butterfly. Absorbed by the unfiltered view of her swollen slit, shiny with arousal, I watch each pass of her middle finger over her clit.

The view is unbearable. I need to touch her, taste her, make her mine. Her breath races, and an insatiable neediness pools in her periwinkle eyes as I offer, “Let me help you. Are you okay with me touching you?”

“Yes, Beau,” she says, smiling broadly. “You touching me is all I’ve been able to think about all week.”

Kneeling between her legs once more, I run my fingertips along her seam from clit to ass, covering myself in her impossibly silky arousal. “So wet, Butterfly. It must hurt.”

She nods. “Yes, it hurts so much.”

My breath shudders, my lower stomach tightening with anticipation. “I can help you with that.” I sink a thick finger into her gently, feeling her tighten around me. “I will turn your pain into pure pleasure.”

She arches back, gasping, and my heart explodes. “Please, baby. Teach me what I need to know.”

The way this woman responds to even my most basic touch undoes me in ways I can’t explain. But it’s not enough. I need her to give me everything. Curling my finger back towards me, I find the rough spot at the front of her pussy where the bundle of nerves at her pleasure center beg me for mastery.

Bringing my finger back towards me, I pet her slowly, sensually, savoring the way her channel grips me and her arousal grows slicker and slicker. I pull my finger out completely with each pass, making a naughty wet sound that puts a dribble of pre-cum on the tip of my cock. Never have I wanted a woman more in my life.

“Do you like that?” I ask darkly, relishing in the ecstasy written in her face. But I need to hear her say it. I want my girl to be brazen and noisy in the bedroom.

“Yes, Beau,” she pants, her hips bucking up slightly, and her pussy twitching around me.

I tsk my tongue, shaking my head slowly. “I need you to do better than that.”

“Yes!” she whimpers, spreading her legs wider. “I need you so much.”

I can’t take any more. I’m a greedy fucking bastard desperate to feel my girl dissolve into blissful seismic waves. Sinking my head between her legs, I lick her clit hard and slow. Brynn’s breath catches in her throat, and she gasps. My tongue circles back, undoing her with each pass, lapping up her musky goodness like a bear tongue-deep in honey.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” I gasp, sinking into her again and drawing a high-pitched cry from her. “I could eat you out all day.”

“Yes, Beau,” she encourages, running her fingers into my thick hair and pressing my head into her pussy. “Please don’t stop.”

“I need to make you come,” I promise, sucking her clit and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. “I want every inch of my beard to taste like you.”

She gasps, raising her head from the mattress to eye me, her face radiant. “And I want to taste myself on you.”

“Good girl.” My voice rumbles up from my chest as I watch her head loll back with pleasure.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her to the edge of the bed, opening her up some more. As she grows increasingly aroused, her legs push against me, trying to straighten, but I won’t let her put any extra distance between us. When she climaxes, I want her to cover my face.

“Beau!” she screams, her core tightening, and her channel gripping me as I take her closer and closer to the precipice.

“Come for me, Brynn. Grind your sweet pussy into my face. I need you to show me how much you want me.”

She complies, gripping the sheets and digging her fingers into the mattress as she orgasms hard. Watching her pussy lips clench around my finger is mesmerizing, even as my dick begs for a piece of the action.

“I’m clean, and I have condoms,” I pant, looking at the woman lying in a delectable pile of satisfaction.

“And I’m on birth control pills. So the condom’s up to you.”

“Really?”

“Just don’t get me pregnant,” she says, her face tightening ever so slightly.

“The pill’s pretty damn effective. Isn’t it?”

She nods, staring at me between her sexy, thick legs.

I know she’s being playful, but her comment hits at a pain deeply buried inside me. The pain of being an unwanted child. Sitting back on my heels, I question, “And if I got you pregnant? What would you do with the baby, Brynn?”

She giggles. “Remember what I said about the future?”

I shake my head. “I have to know.” My voice comes out somber and detached, and her eyes flicker to mine. We stare at each other for a long, wordless moment.

“We’d figure it out, right?”

I need more from her. So much more, but I don’t know what. Instead, I return to thoughts of a more carnal nature. Claiming her mouth, my hands roam over her body, making mental notes of everything about this moment. Hooking the insides of my elbows under her legs, I draw her knees up, sliding into her slowly, taking my time. She grimaces and sighs with each inch, biting her bottom lip as her chin trembles, and her face tightens.

I move back and forth sensually, just the tip at first, but working into her slowly and methodically. Her fingertips dig into my back, and she buries her head in the crook of my neck, whimpering yet urging me on. Not wanting to draw out the pain anymore than necessary, I pull back before thrusting into her, controlled but unwavering, and smashing through the small piece of skin trying to keep us apart.

Brynn’s fingernails dig deep into my back, and she bites my chest, leaving a dainty heart-shaped red spot. Pulling her on top of me, I thrust into her again and again gripping her hips as she bounces up and down on my cock. Leaning up, I wrap my lips around one of her pretty pink nipples, swirling her areola and making her gasp. I alternate sides, working her into a frenzy until her breasts form stiff peaks, and her hips arch demandingly into my pelvis.

“Oh, God, Butterfly. I’m about to come hard.”

“Come for me, baby,” she encourages as I explode inside her, screaming her name, so many years of self-denial, so many pent-up feelings finally freed.

A cozy bliss should follow. But almost instantly, logic eclipses it, and I realize I’ve fucked up. Completely fucked up everything by claiming this woman before coming clean to her about her dad’s inadvertent role in our meeting.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, immediately perceiving the change in my mood.

“Nothing,” I lie, a sudden distance forming between us.

She eyes me skeptically.

Pulling her down next to me, I bury my face in her hair. “I just need you to be with me. Stay here with me no matter what.”

“No matter what,” she repeats, scrutinizing me with her brilliant blue eyes.