Page 118 of Cocky Brutal Sinner

I know Beau loves my hips and thighs, and I’ve taken plenty of advantage of that. But just a glimpse of my lower back turning him on—I never guessed.

I watch as mirror-Beau kisses along the line of my shoulder, drawing a line up my neck with his tongue. Heat rises under my skin everywhere he touches me.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months,” he says roughly. He undoes my bra clasp. Once my breasts are bared, he cups and squeezes them languorously, savoring the weight of them. “Undressing you in front of it. Making you watch yourself come. Fucking you, right here.”

His mouth grazes the curve of my shoulder. “Every time I bought a piece of furniture for this place, I asked myself—would Brinley like this? Would Brinley be comfortable here? I told the interior designer I needed a chair big enough for two and that specific oceanic shade of blue you love for all the bedding She thought it was for my wife.”

The way he says those words goes straight to my head and my core tightens.

His fingers slide into my hair. “She had no idea I was just hoping. Hoping I'd get to bring you home one day.”

His fingertips dip under my panties, stroking me between my thighs. I arch back, moaning slightly at the touch and at the image of Beau behind me, fully clothed and so big, while I’m naked and vulnerable.

“I want one with my hands, first. Sound good?”

His fingertip penetrates me, and I can practically hear how wet I am already. My hips thrust back against him, and I can feel the hard imprint of his cock against my ass and lower back.

“Watch yourself, Brinley. Eyes on the mirror.”

His hand comes up to cradle the front of my throat—gentle, just enough to keep my chin lifted. Just enough that I feel it. “I want you watching yourself fall apart on my fingers. I want you to see what I see. Don't you dare close your eyes, baby. Don't you fucking dare.”

Beau moves his finger slowly, stroking my clit before pressing inside me, then back again. In the mirror, I see his eyes fixed on his hand under the thin fabric. He doesn’t rush, coaxing out my pleasure like honey dripping from a spoon.

“More,” I whisper, already greedy. I know he can make me come faster if he wants. He knows exactly how to touch me to get me to the edge in minutes.

“Shhhh. Let me take my time.” I whine a little, in pleasure and in frustration, and he smiles. “I have all night, Brin. No running out or disappearing after. I can take all the time with you that I want.”

I try to appreciate how amazing that is—that finally, Beau and I have nothing to rush, nothing to hide. Unfortunately, I’m so desperate to come that it’s all I can focus on.

Moans and whimpers fall from my mouth as he patiently, perfectly tortures me. His eyes grow heavy with lust, his pupils blowing wide as he watches me. My panties are visibly damp now. The heat he stokes in my lower belly gets higher and higher, until every inch of my skin feels flushed and feverish.

“Watching you like this is even better than I dreamed,” Beau says. His own voice sounds breathless, his cock rock-hard through his pants. He’s almost as turned on as I am, and I want so much to come so I can finally feel that cock inside me.

“Beau, please. Please, I want⁠—”

“I know.” He kisses my shoulder. “I know, you’re so close. You can take a little more, though.”

“I hate you,” I whimper as I buck my hips back against him.

“No, you don’t.” He smiles. “It’s okay, though. Do you want to hear what I’m going to do once you come?”

I nod. I need something to think about other than how much I want to come.

“I’m going to get out of this suit. Then, you’ll bend forward just a bit, put your hands against the mirror, and spread your legs nice and wide for me while I fuck you from behind.”

“Oh fuck…”

“And after you’ve come again, I’m going to take you to bed, and I’m going to fuck you so deep you see stars, Brin.”

I moan, because I want exactly that. So much.

“And once those stars turn supernova, I going to come with you.”

He finally presses harder against my clit. “Okay, baby.” Beau strums me, picking up speed, making me squirm so violently he has to hold me tight to keep me on my feet. “You can come now.”

That permission is all I need. I writhe against him as pleasure sweeps over me in a massive wave. My eyes squeeze shut, and Beau’s hands on me are the only things that keep me from collapsing.

“Hands on the mirror,” he orders once I stop shaking. I follow his orders. Behind me, I can see Beau shucking off his clothes until he’s gloriously naked. His muscles will never stop amazing me. He looks so powerful, like an ancient god. My mouth goes slack as I watch him move up behind me, fisting the base of his cock.