Page 22 of Cocky Brutal Sinner

“Wait,” he rasps. “Just—just let me look at you.”

His thumb sweeps across my lip like he’s trying to memorize the feel of it. He traces my cheek, my jaw, my neck before he finally kisses me. His tongue moves eagerly through my mouth, tasting me. I squirm underneath him, wrapping my legs around his hips and trying vainly to pull him down to me. I want to feel his body, heavy on top of mine. He still holds himself apart.

“Not just yet,” Beau insists. “I want to devour you, Brin.”

A shiver runs through me as he lowers his head to my breasts. His tongue circles one nipple while his hand plays with the other. I gasp my approval and arch against him, winding my fingers into his slightly-too-long brown hair.

Once my nipples are hardened to painfully sensitive peaks, Beau moves lower down my body. He pays special attention to the sensitive undersides of my breasts before he presses hungry, open-mouthed kisses along my stomach.

“You can’t go any faster?” I ask breathlessly and he chuckles.

“I know patience isn’t one of your strengths, but try.” He kisses my hipbone. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m doing excellent work here.”

He grips my thighs in his big hands, and I gaze down at his olive skin against my pale legs. I love the contrast of it. He presses my legs apart and settles between my thighs, groaning his approval as he kisses the soft skin.

“Open for me, Brinley baby. Wider. There you go.”

His hand presses my thigh down to the mattress until I'm completely splayed, completely exposed. He just looks. For long seconds, he doesn't move, doesn't touch—just stares at the place between my legs like a man memorizing the only thing he ever needs to see again.

“Pretty fucking pussy. Pretty, perfect, soaked-for-me pussy. I could spend the rest of my life right here.”

His thumb drags through my wetness, lazy.

“And I think I'm going to.”

Then his tongue sweeps hotly up my center, and for a second, I see stars.

“Oh, god,” I cry, way too loudly. I have a roommate now, and I can’t just shriek every time Beau licks me. But I don’t know if I can stop.

He coaxes more and more pleasure from me with every long, deliberate motion of his tongue. I drip over his mouth and down his chin, knowing he loves it from the little growls vibrating against my skin.

I love nothing more than eating Beau’s cooking, and Beau loves nothing more than eating me.

He drags his tongue over my pussy until my legs are shaking uncontrollably around his head. Then, he finally raises his attention to my clit. His lips close gently around the bundle of nerves as his tongue sweeps around it.

He pulls back just enough to drag his slick mouth across the inside of my thigh. “Listen to yourself, baby. Listen to what you sound like for me.”

His finger circles my entrance, presses just inside, retreats.

“I want you to remember this every time you serve coffee tomorrow morning. Every time some asshole tries to flirt with you over the counter, I want you to remember whose mouth was on this perfect fucking cunt.”

Then his lips are back on me, and I lose the ability to think.

The world blurs, and I can barely recognize the breathless moans spilling from my mouth.

“God, please, yes,” I moan senselessly. “More, Beau, please. I need it.”

“I know, Brinley baby,” he says, raising his head for a second. “I’ll give you what you need. Just stay with me.”

He moves back to my clit and circles the flat of his tongue in slow, calculated movements. My body turns into a pulsing pit of want. Every nerve fires, reveling in how fucking good this feels and at the same time begging for more. My hips buck wildly against Beau’s mouth, but he holds my thighs down with merciless strength.

The fire in my lower belly rages, growing hotter and higher and unbearable. I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t take all this, I need to come, I need⁠—

Fireworks of pleasure explode through my veins, making my whole body shake. My orgasm sends me off into some endless abyss of pleasure, because it’s so good, too good, better than I deserve.

I float back to earth, grounded by Beau’s thumbs circling my hips. He grins up from between my legs, his chin glistening.

“You good, Brin?”