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A jerky exhale escaped my lungs as my head bounced on a frantic nod.
“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes, Beau,” I breathed out, wanting a release in that moment more than I wanted my next breath.
He hummed in my ear, rolling his hips to press his erection harder against me. “Then be a good girl for me. You know what to do.”
A tremor wracked through my whole body. “Please,” I begged, my voice nearly a whine. “Please, Beau. Make me come.”
A sound of satisfaction worked its way up his throat as he released my throat and slid his hand down my body. In the blink of an eye, he had the button popped and the zipper lowered on my jeans, his fingertips teasing the waistband of my lacy pink thong.
“If I give you this, are you going to run from me again?”
I shook my head, but apparently that wasn’t good enough. “I need the words, Bubbles. Are you going to run from me?”
“No,” I breathed as his hand dipped inside my panties and slid deeper to cup my aching pussy.
A growl rattled in his chest. “Fucking knew it. So goddamn soaked you’re drenching my palm. You want to come on my fingers?”
“I do. God, so bad.Please.”
“Jesus,” he hissed. “You beg so fucking good, baby.” With that, he stuffed two fingers inside me at the same time he slammed his mouth down on mine, swallowing the cry that poured out as my pussy clamped down around the long, thick digits.
“Ask me to fuck you with my fingers, Presley.”
I didn’t hesitate to do as he ordered. “Please, Beau. Fuck me with your fingers.”
As soon as the request left my mouth, he drove those digits in and out. The sound of my pussy trying to suck him back in with every outward stroke filled my office, along with his ragged breathing and the moans I muffled by dropping my head and biting down on his shoulder.
“Christ, I can feel how close you already are. No one else can do this for you, can they?” he asked, curling his fingers to brush against that hidden spot deep inside me that no other man had ever found before him, the one guaranteed to set me off.
“No one,” I told him as my thighs clenched his hips tighter and I began to rock against his touch, desperate to meet the release barreling head-on at lightning speed. “No one makes me feel like you do,” I admitted, the words spilling out of their own accord. But I would have been lying if I claimed they weren’t the truth. No one had ever affected me the way Beau did, on every single level.
“That’s right, baby. No one can do for you what I can. So tell me, baby, who does this pussy belong to?”
I wasn’t sure what it was about his need to claim me and for me to validate that claim that turned me on so fucking much, but I was done trying to deny it. “You, baby,” I panted as pressure and heat built deep in my core.
“Goddamn right. Ride my hand. Take what you want. It’s yours.” He picked up the pace, fucking his fingers harder into me, brushing against my G-spot every single time. When his thumb came into the mix, pressing hard against my clit, stars exploded across my vision.
“You’re mine, Presley. You have been longer than either of us was willing to admit, and I’m done letting you run from me.” He dragged his teeth up the column of my neck as he worked me to near oblivion. “Now that I finally have you, I’m not letting go. Now come for me, baby.”
On that order, I exploded, the tingle in my core sank in on itself before exploding outward, blasting me into a million pieces. I came so hard I felt it in my toes, all the way up to the ends of my hair. My whole body vibrated.
Beau silenced my cries of his name with his mouth, driving his tongue against mine in the same way his fingers plunged inside me.
He worked me until the very end, until there was nothing left and I collapsed against him on a tremulous exhale.
“Oh my god,” I breathed once I returned to consciousness. “That was...incredible.”
Beau slipped his hand from my pants, his gaze staying pinned to mine as he lifted his drenched fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth, licking my arousal off as his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Christ,” he grunted. “No, baby, what’s incredible is how fucking delicious you taste.”
My cheeks heated and I ducked my head in his neck to hide the sudden flush of shyness that crashed into me. His body shook on a quiet chuckle. “My new favorite flavor is Presley Fields,” he declared, his voice sounding awfully joyful for a man who was still poking me with a massive iron rod that hadn’t gone down.
I lifted my head, catching my bottom lip between my teeth as I looked at him. His gaze turned tender as he leaned in to press a quick, sweet kiss against my lips.
“What now?” I managed to ask through my nerves. I couldn’t shake the feeling there was still that other freaking shoe, but I was done letting the fear of it falling dictate my life.
