Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Fuck.”
“Just relax and enjoy this.”
“You said that about the fucking spanking.”
“And you loved it.”
I pressed my face into the pillow and muffled a scream of frustration.
Beau just laughed. “If you don’t want to be punished anymore, stay still.” He brushed teasing fingers across my taint, then he gripped my balls, tugging and giving me just enough pain to feel good. I waited for his hand to close around my cock, but it didn’t. He trailed his fingers down my inner thigh, sweeping up and down, until I was shaking with the effort to hold myself still.
He took hold of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, making me gasp at the sting.
“You’re so gorgeous like this, open for me, ready, desperate.”
I bit the pillow to keep from saying anything.
Beau pushed two fingers into me. The stretch was delicious as he worked them deeper. I squirmed, unable to stay still. I needed more. I needed him buried inside me, and I needed his cock even more.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“I love how eager you are.”
“Of course I’m fucking eager. You’ve had me hard all day.”
“That was the idea. I wanted you to really appreciate this.”
“I fucking appreciate it, okay. Just please fuck me.”
He laughed again as he gripped my hips and jerked me back up onto my knees.
“You think you’re ready for this?” he asked, brushing the tip of his cock over my hole.
“God, yes.”
“Think you can take it all?”
Was he kidding? I didn’t care how much it hurt. I didn’t care if it felt like he was splitting me in two. I needed him. Every. Fucking. Inch. “Put it in me, Beau. I need it.”
Seventeen
Beau
It took all the self-control I had not to slam myself into Corbin in one brutal stroke. The fact that he was so needy, so willing to beg after he’d been such an arrogant shit when we’d first met made me crazy. He was mine. I knew that was a ridiculous idea considering who he was, but I didn’t care. I’d told him I wasn’t scared of anyone, his brothers included, and that was ultimately true.
Yes, this was complicated. Yes, they would be resistant, but I was going to figure this out because I wasn’t letting anyone else get their hands on Corbin. I wasn’t going to let anyone else see him like this, so open, so eager to please. That was for me and me alone.
I placed a hand at the base of his spine, spreading my fingers as I pushed my way up the length of his back. He whined when I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pinning him down.
I leaned over him as I notched my cock against his entrance. I ran my tongue around the edge of his ear and felt him shiver. “I’m controlling this. I’m going to give you what you need, and you’re going to take it. You’re going to open yourself to me and surrender. I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have.”
“Yes, please,” he begged. There was no more fight in him. He pressed against me, groaning as I nipped his earlobe and pushed in a little farther. “You’re so fucking big.”
“It’s all for you, baby.”
“I can take it. I swear. You don’t have to go slow. I don’t care if it hurts.”
He was such a fucking temptation. I knew he was telling the truth. I could drive into him and not let up until I filled him with my seed. He’d proven he could take pain and feel pleasure from it. I’d spanked him harder than I’d intended because of how he’d responded. I hadn’t been able to hold back.
This time I would, though. This wasn’t about what he could do. It was about making him feel incredible. I gave him another inch or so. “I decide the pace. I decide how much to give and when.”
He whimpered. “You’re killing me.”
“No. I’m giving you everything you’ve ever needed.”
I pulled almost all the way out, then thrust in harder, almost to the hilt. Corbin’s hands tightened around the pillow, his knuckles going white as his teeth sank into his lower lip.
“There’s more for you.” I eased out again then drove into him, filling him as deeply as I could. As I waited for him to adjust, I held his hips, forcing him to be still. “My pace. My choice. I want your total surrender.”
“I… I don’t know if…”
“I do, and that’s all that matters.” I drove into him again, and he gasped as I bottomed out.
“So full. So good.”
I worked my hips faster then, not giving him any more chances to slow down. He pushed up onto his elbows and started pushing back against me, meeting each stroke. It felt like heaven. Knowing how desperate he was and how much he needed this was making it damn hard for me to hold on.