Page 71 of Cocky Brutal Sinner

The tighter my legs grip him, the slower Beau’s tongue moves. Instead of devouring me, he’s savoring me, lick by painfully slow lick. Every swipe of his tongue brings me higher—higher—higher⁠—

I shriek his name when the orgasm wracks me. It wrings out my muscles and obliterates the tension that built in my body since our plane landed. It leaves me empty, floating, peaceful.

Beau raises his head, and when he licks his lips my pussy clenches around nothing. I reach for him, and he crawls up over top of me. His lips crash down onto mine as he kisses me with the same filthy abandon. Our teeth clash as we try to get closer.

“Pants,” I mutter. The only thing between me and his straining cock.

“Fuck.” He pulls back, standing quickly to pull off his shoes and unbutton his pants. Seeing him expose that sexy V under his abs makes me insane. Before I even know I’m doing it, I’m getting on my knees and dragging my tongue over those lines. Beau groans, his hand sinking into my hair.

I pull down his jeans and his cock springs free, rock-hard and red at the tip. I lick the pre-cum off the edge of it, savoring the salty taste of him.

“Brin,” he says through gritted teeth. “If you do that, I might not make it. I want you too much.”

“Don’t you dare come yet, Beau.” I suck his tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head. The muffled swear words spilling from Beau’s mouth fill me with a sense of pride. He wants me, the girl in the background with her glasses and her diaries. He wants me so badly that he has to count his breaths to keep from coming down my throat.

I move my head slowly up and down, lips stretched around his width. I love watching his cock get shiny with my saliva. His abs ripple with the effort of holding himself back. He could so easily thrust deep into my mouth. He could ignore my request and come down my throat, but I know he won’t.

His hand fists in my hair, a leash with no tension on it yet.

“Fuck, Brin. Look at this fucking mouth. So pretty wrapped around my cock. So pretty taking me.”

His thumb drags across the corner of my lips where they're stretched tight.

“All the times this week I had to sit across from your brother and pretend I wasn't thinking about exactly this. About my cock in your throat. About what a filthy fucking secret you are.”

His head tips back against the wall. “Goddamn, baby. Slower. I'm not coming yet.”

I hollow my cheeks, sucking before pushing him deeper into my throat.

His hands grip my hair harder and pull me away. “Brinley, baby, I swear to god, if you don’t climb on my cock right now, I’m going to fucking lose it.”

He falls to his knees and sits back on his heels, fisting his cock. Biting my lip, I crawl over him and wrap my arms around his neck for support as I line my pussy up at his tip. He hisses with pleasure as I slowly slide down his cock.

“Fuck, Brinley baby,” he mutters. “So hot and wet for me.”

His hands close on my ass, hard enough to leave fingerprints as I begin to move.

“Look at you. Look how fucking obscene you look bouncing on my cock. I dream about this. About you stretched around me, soaking through my jeans before I'm even all the way in.”

His teeth find my collarbone, his mouth open, hot. “Tighter, baby. Squeeze. Make me feel you. Don't let me forget for one fucking second who this body belongs to. God, this pussy was made for me.”

His thumb circles my clit, slow enough that I want to scream. “You know how I know? Because no one else has ever touched you here. Not really. Not like I do.” His teeth scrape my earlobe. “Any other guy you might've fucked? He would've had a stranger underneath him. Only I know what sounds you make when you're about to break. Only I know how hard to press. Only me, Brinley baby. Only ever me.”

He grabs my hips as I rock against him. My inner muscles burn pleasantly as they stretch around his length, the small bite of pain giving an edge to the pleasure. Like citrus juice elevating a dish.

God, Beau’s really in my head if I’m thinking like that while he’s fucking me.

We fall into a slow, sensuous rhythm. Even kneeling, Beau’s leg muscles are broad enough that it’s hard for my knees to reach the floor and give me leverage. I settle into grinding my clit against his pubic bone between him pulling me up on his cock a few inches before I settle back at his base. The heat of my first two orgasms reawakens, slowly growing with every slide of his cock. It builds in my thighs and lower belly, climbing up toward a new climax.

Beau’s mouth is everywhere. Kissing my neck, nipping at my ear, kissing my temples and shoulders and lips. My skin is alight from his touch. I can feel him everywhere—inside me, around me, all over me. My pussy contracts around him and he shivers.

“Close?” he pants.

When I nod, he cradles my head right before he dives forward, putting me underneath him so he can fuck me slow and deep. He braces his weight on one arm while the other reaches between us to strum my clit. He’s an expert at touching me, and he uses his devastating talent to drag me along to the end with him.

“Come with me,” he whispers.

And I do, my body wracked with white heat and smothering pleasure while he fills me. I watch him strain to keep his eyes open so he can watch my face. He looks at me like he’d be happy to see me, and only me, forever.