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“Like a rock.” I go to stand against the porch railing, unsure of what to do. I mean, we slept together, but right now, I’m completely clueless.

“Come here, Lily.” He leans up in his chair, his hand finding mine, pulling me until I’m in his lap.

“Hi.” We’re a breath away, and I’m really glad I decided to be a snoop and do the finger brush thing with the toothpaste I found.

“I need your lips on mine, honey. You passed out, and I wasn’t waking you up once you were asleep. Though, I gotta say, I love how you murmur when my body is wrapped around yours, how you make sure there isn’t an inch of space between us.” Beau’s eyes are heated with desire, and while I’m speechless, I also know it’s me who should make the first move. My hand slides into his hair, dark locks that are mussed from sleep, secretly wishing they were like that from us doing way more than catching a few hours of sleep. My other cups his cheek, and our lips meet. I’m unsure at first, but of course, that’s when Beau takes over, allowing me to follow his lead, his tongue snaking around mine, moving back as mine moves forward. It’s the best feeling in the world when he moves me so I’m straddling him. My hips rock against his hard length, my body already wanting to feel him deep inside of me. Beau’s hands circle my waist, allowing me to use him as I find my own pleasure. The groan that sounds from deep within his throat tells me he’s not as unaffected as I thought, not with his hard cock basically busting out of his jeans.

“It would be so easy to slide your panties to the side, unzip my pants, and take you bare.” Beau’s mouth is ripped away from mine. I look down as he gathers my skirt in his hands, watching as we move together.

“Please, I want that.” My hands move at a fevered pace, gliding down his bare chest, ripping his button and zipper open. I lift my hips off him, so I can push them down enough to grasp his heavy length in my fist.

“You sure about this, Lily? Once I come inside you, you’re fucking mine,” he claims.

“Yes. God, yes,” I purr, feeling his thumb slide beneath the edge of my lace panties, his roughness to my smoothness giving me even more pleasure. My head tips back when he slides my wetness around my clit.

“Damn, but I love how wet you are for me.” I hear the wrenching of fabric as he tears my panties away from my body, then Beau lines our bodies up, and I drop down on his length, gulping in a lungful of air.

“Christ, Lily.” Beau stills my hips, not letting me move. I’m not sure if it’s for my sake or his.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but that doesn’t mean I want this over before it starts.” My arms wrap around his shoulders, and I let him take the lead, basking in the joy of feeling him inside me.

Chapter Eleven

Beau

Fuck, being inside Lily bare, feeling her cunt tighten on my length, the velvet sensation is enough to pull me under. There’s no way I’ll allow that though, which is why my lips find hers while I catch my breath.

“I need to move, please,” Lily pleads with me with every sip of her lips I take. I let her, but I make sure it’s slow, not allowing her to help just yet. My grip on her hips will probably leave bruises on her creamy skin.

“We do it my way, or this ends,” I tell her, wanting this to last, not ready to lose my load inside her.

“As long as you move, I don’t care,” Lily throws out. Her head tips back, and I know just what to do to make her realize not rushing will only intensify her orgasm that much more. I suck at the base her neck, giving it soft pulls while slowly pulling her down on my length and lifting her up. Lily’s body shudders in my grasp. I quicken my pace as I suck a path all along her neck until she tips her head forward, lips seeking mine, both of us working together, searching for that blissful moment.

“Beau,” she breathes against my lips, her pussy clenching on my cock, letting me know she’s close to coming for me.

“Give it to me, Lily, take me with you,” I groan. My thumb finds her clit, circling it. Her hips swivel as she slides down on me.

“I’m coming.” Her hands move to the back of my neck. Our eyes lock as she licks her lips, and not for the first time, I wish I had stripped her completely bare so I could watch her tits bounce, see her nipples tighten with every pull on them, explore if she likes them licked, sucked, or bitten.


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