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I swallowed hard, my body already trembling in anticipation.

“Go, baby. Now.”

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Beau

I rolled my shoulders as I stood, shaking out the tension in my body, my arm throbbing beneath the damn cast.

None of it mattered.

I walked down the hall, dragging out the anticipation, letting the hunger build.

And fuck.

There she was.

Face down, ass up, just like I told her.

Her legs were spread, her perfect milky thighs glistening under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The deep arch of her back had my mouth watering, her ass round and begging for my hands, my mouth, my cock.

I let out a slow exhale, my hand flexing at my side, my broken arm useless, but my good one more than capable of giving her exactly what she needed.

“What a good listener,” I murmured.

She shivered, gripping the sheets, her thighs squeezing together slightly.

I smirked, stepping forward, dragging my fingers down the curve of her spine before sliding them lower, teasing between her thighs, feeling how fucking soaked she was.

I plunged one finger inside her without warning, and she gasped, her body jolting forward before she rocked right back, taking it deeper.

“You’re dripping.”

She whimpered, pressing her forehead to the mattress, her ass wiggling back against my hand.

I twisted my finger, dragging it slowly, feeling every slick inch of her tight, greedy pussy before slipping in another.

“Beau,” she cried as her back bowed.

I smirked, leaning over her, pressing a kiss to the dip of her spine as I pumped my fingers.

“You’re mine, baby,” I murmured against her skin.

She tightened around my fingers, and her whimpers turned into breathless gasps.

I pulled my fingers out of her soaking-wet pussy, and the second I did, she cried out as her body shook.

“You’ll get what you need,” I cooed, dragging my wet fingers up her inner thigh, smearing her slick across her skin.

I reached down, fisting my cock, running the thick head along her dripping slit, teasing, spreading her wetness.

“You’re soaked for me,” I groaned, pressing the tip inside, feeling her stretch around me. “So fuckin’ tight.”

She whimpered, pushing back, trying to take more, but my good hand locked onto her hip, holding her still.

“Ah, ah.” I warned her, squeezing her soft flesh, my fingers digging into her. “You don’t take my cock—I give it to you.”

She whined, her body squirming, her legs trembling. “Beau, please,” she begged.