Beau smashes his lips against mine the minute we walk into his apartment. I was amazed I didn’t pass out on the way with how drunk I am. And I was even more surprised we managed to make it out of the club without Tamara or Camila seeing us. They weren’t happy when I texted to let them know where I’d gone. But I’ll deal with that tomorrow, all I can think about now is the man who’s kissing me.
I kiss him back with the same intensity, filling his mouth with my tongue. Beau lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us upstairs to his room without breaking the kiss.
“I can’t wait to fucking have you,” Beau says, his lips still against mine as he kicks open his bedroom door.
He lays me gently on the bed and releases my lips. I stare at him breathless, missing his touch already. Beau lifts my dress, taking it off my body. He brings his lips to my neck and sucks hard. I arch my back in pleasure, wetness pooling between my legs.
He releases my neck and leaves hot kisses on my shoulder as he works the hook of my bra. The second it’s gone, Beau covers my right tit with his mouth.
“Beau,” I moan as he sucks hard, pulling my nipple between his teeth. I unconsciously push my tit deeper into his mouth, wanting more. He takes his time on my right before moving to my left tit. He makes sure to give it the same amount of attention. My core throbs, eager for him to be inside me.
I pull his shirt over his head as his hands lower to my waist, pushing down my underwear. Once I’m fully naked, I sit up and help him take off his pants and boxers. Beau gets out of bed to step out of them completely. He pauses as he turns back around and stares.
“God, you are beautiful.” His eyes rake down every inch of my body as he walks back to me. His fingertips lightly brush my ankle, and then his touch travels all the way to my stomach, making me burn with pleasure.
Beau massages my breast a little before moving his hand up to my neck. He straddles me and rests his hand around my neck without applying any pressure. My pulse thrums against his palm as he stares at me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he repeats, breathless, gazing into my eyes as he slowly moves his hand between my legs. “Always wet and ready for me,” Beau says, smirking as he puts a finger into my dripping core.
“Yes,” I reply, gasping for breath. He adds another finger before beginning to move. His thrusts are slow and gentle, far from what I want tonight.
“Faster, Beau!” I cry out.
“How badly do you want me, Delilah?” Beau asks, slowing his movements even more than I thought possible.
“Bad.”
“Beg for it,” he says, an evil glint shining in his eyes.
The nerve of this man. “Never.” I know for a fact he isn’t going to let me walk out of this room without fucking me tonight. I’m not begging him for anything.
“Are you sure?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. He traces the walls of my core with his fingers, teasing me.
“Yes,” I rasp, pushing my core out as he stops moving his finger.
He moves his mouth to my ear and nibbles. “Are you very sure, Delilah?” he asks again, moving his finger inside of me at the pace I’m craving. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Please, don’t stop,” I moan as his movements quicken, but it only lasts a short while before he takes his fingers away.
“I knew you’d beg.” He smirks.
“I hate you,” I say, despite the smile pulling on my lips.
“We will see about, mon amour,” Beau says as his length enters me without warning. I wince a little as it’s been a while-seven years to be exact.
He starts thrusting slowly, letting me adjust to his huge size before filling me up. Soon the pain disappears, and only pleasure remains.
“Beau,” I gasp, grabbing his arm. The hand around my neck tightens a little, increasing the pleasure flowing through me. He hasn’t forgotten how I like it. Beau is full of surprises tonight.
“Are you okay now, mon amour?” he softly asks.
“Yes, please, go faster!”
Beau increases his pace. My toes curl as my core trembles around Beau’s length. His thrusts are fast, filling me with pleasure.
He begins to hit at just the right spot, making me dig my nails into his arms. “Oh my God!” I cry out, throwing my head back.
“Are you close, mon amour?” Beau asks.
Unable to speak with the pleasure flowing through me, I nod.
Beau smirks and increases the pressure around my neck while slamming harder into me. My release builds, and then I come undone, screaming his name.
He follows right behind me, groaning as he cums. “Fuck, Delilah!”
He removes his hand and buries his head in the crook of my neck.
“I love you.” The words leave my lips before I know it.
Beau lifts his head and gazes into my eyes. “I love you too, mon amour,” he says before sealing his lips with mine.