She unabashedly stared at the enormous prick as it stood proudly against his lower torso. In shock, she felt her eyes widen in surprise as it continued to grow.
“If you keep looking at my dick like it’s the best fucking ice cream cone you’ve ever had, he’s only going to get larger.”
“My god. It’s. . .how can. . .I don’t think. . .” Savannah stuttered as she tried to come to grips with the thing between Beau’s legs that she had been gripping just a second ago would soon be thrusting inside her.
“It will fucking fit. Believe me,” he told her as he sat up.
“There’s no way.”
Before Savannah could retreat like her brain was begging her to do, Beau wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her closer until her legs wrapped around his waist. His cock aligned against her soaked panties and her body immediately reacted. A wave shot through the walls of her sex and Savannah gripped at Beau’s shoulders. He was going to have half-moon-shaped scars in the morning from her nails.
“You’re so fucking responsive. It’s sexy as hell.”
“Mmhmm,” she sighed as she rode out the surprise orgasm.
“Take this off, baby,” he said as he reached for the sides of her shirt and pushed them over her shoulders.
“Sorry,” she replied, tugging her arms free from the sleeves. Savannah reached behind her back to unhook the clasp of her bra, but Beau pushed her hands away.
Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to her collarbone, sucking and nipping on the skin as he reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Savannah craved the feel of his touch on her breasts, to feel the heat of his mouth on her nipples.
The fantasy was nothing close to reality. Savannah had to grip the back of his head to keep from squirming. His tongue moved across the areola until his lips closed around her nipple, that same tongue flicking the sensitive tip while he sucked.
Beau repeated the move on the other breast, making sure to pay equal attention to both.
“I’d love to fuck these. You have the perfect breasts for it,” he told her as he held them in his hands, running his thumbs around the nipples.
“I’ve never. . .” she began to explain, but Beau quickly quieted her with a kiss.
“There’s no rush tonight. I want to make you feel good.”
Against his mouth, she replied, “You already do.”
***
Beau had never had sex with someone that mattered. Most of the women he’d been with were in it for a good time, same as him, but having Savannah at his place, and in his bed, was different.
He had to keep reminding himself whenever he felt like taking full control and making her his that they were both leaving. They were going in two separate directions in their lives.
The sheriff hadn’t seen any more activity from Harposia’s cartel, which was linked to the Savannah incident. They were all beginning to think that they simply wanted to scare her to keep from testifying in court with the report she filed.
She was likely headed back to Baltimore or some other big city, and he was headed anywhere that was not Carson.
This was probably a one or two-time thing until her grandfather returned. But damn if it wasn’t going to be fucking fantastic.
His cock was seated between her legs and it was taking all of his inner strength to keep from ripping off those brain cell-killing panties and shoving his cock deep inside her.
“I want to feel you, Beau.” She was panting as he continued to stroke and caress her breasts, those delicious hips she had were rocking against his thighs, seeking any friction they could find.
“You will, baby. But I want to taste you on my tongue first.”
“What if I want to taste you,” she countered and Beau chuckled as he shook his head.
“This is for you. You can next time.” In a flash, he had her tossed back on her back and his hands were on her hips, tugging down the flimsy material that had been getting in the way of his prize.
“You’re fast.”
“I’m determined,” Beau countered as he tossed the lace bundle over his shoulder aimlessly, then spread her knees apart.
Thousands of thoughts flooded Beau’s mind, but only one took. “You have the prettiest pink pussy,” he said as he reached out and slid one finger through the slick folds. She was so wet and primed for him, but he needed her on his mouth and tongue before his cock could get a taste.
There was no time to be wasted. He dove between her legs and pressed the lightest of kisses just above her sex before using his tongue to swipe the hot skin.
Savannah was already writhing against the bed after a few licks from his tongue. Beau used his thumb to swirl around her clitoris, eager to feel her body shaking against his face. He could tell she was getting close, heat emanating from her center as her knees closed around his head.
“Beau,” she whispered as he skimmed his finger inside her pussy and found the spot that sent her over the edge.
“Oh my god!” she cried out, riding his face as she fell over the edge and succumbed to her orgasm. Her hand tightened in his hair, but Beau didn’t care if a few strands were missing in the morning. Tasting Savannah’s release was all he cared about.
While she came down from her high, Beau reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one of the condoms he’d placed by his alarm clock. He knew it wasn’t a guarantee, but he had been hopeful.
The latex was a tight fit as he rolled it down his shaft. Beau moved over Savannah and aligned his cock at her entrance. She was fully awake as she watched the tip slip inside her hot, wet sheath.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he told her as he pushed another inch inside. It was agony to go slowly as her walls gripped him.
“Beau,” she murmured as she reached out, wrapping her hand around his arm.
He immediately stopped what he was doing and focused on her. Beau cupped her face and rubbed his thumb gently over her cheek as he let his cock slip free from her pussy.
“I can stop. We don’t have to do this tonight, or ever.”