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Everything was so fucking hard.
She tried to take him deeper and gagged.
“No, don’t force it.” His hand reached for her hair, sifting through the strands as he tried to soothe her. “You’re being so good to me, but only take what’s comfortable. I know I’m big. Wrap your hand around the rest.” When she immediately did, he had to breathe through the sensation so he didn’t come. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” Her mouth loosened as she stopped trying to shove lower, sliding him out and in again. “Yeah, just like that,” he begged, trying to hold his hips still. He wasn’t going to last long at all.
His other hand settled in her hair as he relaxed into the bed, trying to deny his need to thrust.
“Pump down with your hand.” She squeezed as she did it. He hadn’t told her to squeeze, and his balls drew up. “Fuck, Bea, yeah, just like that. Your mouth is heaven.” And it was, but he wished he was inside her. He tried to imagine it, but the scene didn’t change. Her tongue began to stroke the bottom of him too.
He groaned. “Damn it, your tongue. Not gonna last.” His breath rushed back in as her tongue retreated, as if she’d thought he didn’t like it. “No, do it again. I loved it.” His hands tightened in her hair as her mouth shifted, and she gave him not only her tongue but a scrape of light teeth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chanted, his hips thrusting before he could stop them. Her hand squeezed tighter as she pulled back in surprise. He groaned as he watched her lick her lips.
When she looked up at him, hovering over his cock, he began to think he wasn’t dreaming. Her expression had tightened as if she was anxious.
“I’m sorry, Bea,” he said. The apology was automatic, but he was also panicking because he was so close. Too close to want to stop. “You’re so fucking amazing.” She smiled again, and he relaxed. Only Dream Beatrice would smile like that as she tried to swallow him whole.
Her mouth reached her hand this time as she worked him over again. It was too much. He wanted to hold on tight and drag her down as he thrust his hips up. He scrambled for restraint instead, his body beginning to shake. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Lift up, Bea. Lift if you don’t want to swallow.”
Beatrice scrambled away, and his hand replaced hers on his cock. He was already coming. He shouted as he thrust into his fist and creamed his own stomach. His eyes didn’t close, but instead stared into her startled ones as she watched his face as he climaxed.
His legs were shaking as he sank into the bed and tried to make his mind work.
She didn’t disappear. She was wearing that same strappy nightie. Her eyes dropped to where his own cum stuck to his hairy abs, and her delicate nose wrinkled a little.
He wasn’t dreaming.
Which meant his wife had snuck into his room and given him a blow job.
Montrell jerked the sheet and comforter over his sticky self as he barked, “Come here!”
Beatrice scrambled up from the bed.
He didn’t blame her. He’d sounded frustrated and angry. Because he was. While he was sticky, she wasn’t at all. And he’d hate himself for it once he stopped feeling so goddamn good.
“Please, Bea,” he said, trying to let a softer tone of voice in. “Let me return the favor.”
She didn’t run, but she didn’t come closer.
That was for the best. His control was in tatters as his need to touch her grew. His breath stuttered when she took a step toward him.
“Fair warning,” he rasped. When she froze again, he took a deeper breath, trying to calm his hammering heart. “If you climb up here, I’m taking over.”
“Please,” she snorted. “You just released a geyser.” It wasn’t a small smile but a full-blown smirk that graced her lips as she climbed on top of him. She looked just as she should as she stared down at him, satisfied at one-upping him. “I did that.”
His arms wrapped around her, startling her into stiffening as he rolled her onto her back. “Yes, you did. Let me taste that dirty mouth.” His words brought a shuttering to her eyes that he regretted. He kissed her anyway.
Montrell tried to keep it gentle and sweet, but her mouth opened and her tongue thrust against his, and before he knew what he was doing, he was devouring her instead. His mouth slanted over hers again and again as he fought himself for control. The more his tongue dipped inside, mapping out every inch of her, the more she relaxed beneath him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he began to lift away, and he growled and thrust his tongue inside her hot mouth all over again.
His cock had been there only minutes before. Already it strained toward her, but he kept it away. Besides his mouth, he tried to press against her as little as possible.
When her hands brushed across the bandages on his shoulders, she stiffened.
Montrell lifted his head. Even in the dimness of his bedroom, her lips looked swollen. He’d been too rough. He didn’t apologize, though. “Fuck, I love your mouth.” He let his thumb brush over her bottom lip.
“So dirty is good?”
“Everything about you is good.” Montrell dipped his head. This time, he could be gentle. “You’re such a good girl, Bea, coming to me like this.”
