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“What am I doing? What do you think you’re doing?” he practically panted as his eyes took in my body. It felt like I could feel his touch while he dragged his gaze over me. He ran his hand through his hair and said, “Dancing and flirting with every Tom, Dick, and Harry? You’re all over social media for Christ sakes.”
“That’s rich. Look who’s talking,” I said, letting my hair flop back down. I folded my arms in front of me, wishing this was over.
“You’re done. Let’s just go home,” he said, reaching out to grab my hand.
I stepped away from him. “Can’t. I don’t have enough lipstick on me yet.”
He let out a long breath as he shoved his hands in his pocket. “I apologized for that. I can’t help it if women come up to me, G.”
“And I can’t help it if guys want to grope me on the dance floor. It’s no big deal. Right?” I shouted the last word, my voice cracking against my will.
Beau moved so quickly, I barely saw him coming at me. He invaded my space, pressing me against the wall. “It’s a big fuckin’ deal. Nobody touches you except me, Geneviève.” His hot breath blew over my skin, igniting something inside me. He was so close, and I desperately wanted to believe his words.
“But other women get to touch you? And kiss you?” I said, so softly I could barely hear myself. He nearly growled when I set my hands on his chest to push him away. “You need to back off, out of my space. You have all the control here,” I said, using all my strength—physical and emotional. He barely budged an inch.
“Wrong, Geneviève. You have all the fucking control. Tell me what to do. I’ll do it. You’re making me goddamn insane.”
“That’s the thing. I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do,” I said, my eyes beginning to tear up despite me willing them not to. Beau noticed, and his face lost some of its fury.
“No more going out with the guys. No more—anything. Only you.” His hands yanked me to him, then his mouth met mine. “You ever been fucked against a wall before, G?”
I felt a sudden rush of wetness between my legs. “Beau—”
A devilish smile crossed his face. His fingers traveling down my thighs to the hem of my dress. “Love this dress. You’re going to ride me in it when we get home. But right now,” he said, lifting the material above my hips, “you’re going to come all over my cock.”
He undid the button and zipper of his pants, then his lips hit mine—his insistent tongue entering my mouth with force. Those strong hands of his lifted me, and he backed me up fully against the wall.
The cold tile at my back did nothing to cool me off. Before I knew it, he hooked my thong with his finger and replaced it with the silky tip of his cock. “Geneviève,” he said, licking my neck exactly how I loved, “let me in. Please?”
I found it an odd question seeing as how I had my legs wrapped around his waist and he was on the verge of impaling me.
“Please, G? I want you so much. I need you,” he said as he kissed my lips lightly—so gently compared to how he’d been acting.
He’d been rough with his words and his actions.
But he wouldn’t fuck me without my explicit permission.
“Yes, Beau. Fuck me, please,” I said, pressing my lips tight against his.
He groaned when my tongue pushed into his mouth the same second he pushed into me. Beau didn’t wait or ask permission to start pounding himself inside of me. He just did it. Over and over again.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Geneviève. So fucking sorry. I only want you—” he grunted, straining as he held me—his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. “There’s nobody else—could never want anyone as much as I want you.”
Oh God, his words.
“Beau—”
“Pull your dress down. I want to see your tits,” he said on a breathless plea.
I acquiesced in seconds, jerking the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts for him. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his head dipping down to pull my nipple into his mouth. I gasped as his tongue circled and flicked at my tight, hard nipple.
His teeth nibbled on me with just the exact right amount of pressure. He filled me so perfectly and so deeply, it wasn’t long before the familiar tingling sensation started. “I’m coming,” I said, barely able to get the words out before Beau took me over the edge.
My pussy squeezed his cock, revealing in the size and hardness I had inside of me. I could feel my wetness seep out more and more with each pulsing shudder.
Those strong hips of his bucked into me at a demanding pace until he finally stopped, planted deep inside me and groaned as he came. His long, thick, length twitched deep inside me. My arms held onto his shoulders for dear life, fearing we’d go crashing to the floor.
Beau chuckled, his breath tickling my neck. “I’m not going to drop you, G. Relax.” He pulled out, then set me on the floor. “See? Not a scratch on you,” he said, his face soft now, full of happiness and something I couldn’t decipher. “You okay? That was kind of—intense,” he said, brushing my hair back from face.
I answered him honestly, “I could use another drink.”
