Page 78 of Unexpected Shot
Good to know it wasn’t just me.
“So what are you going to do then?” I ask in challenge. “Keep staring? Or finally make a move?”
My words are all the lighter fluid Beau needs. He presses my back against the wall, my shirt quickly coming over my head as Beau tosses it to the side. I grip onto the black strands at the nape of his neck, pressing him into my chest as he devours my breast, his free hand squeezing and kneading the other.
Never in my life have I gotten off from a man paying attention to my chest. I don’t deny them access—if they’re a fan then yay for them—but it’s never done anything to, or for, me. I just considered it their attempt at foreplay, and honestly, I appreciated the effort.
But Beau? He’s too good at this. His mouth is too skilled. His fingers too nimble.
“I hate you,” I moan out as arousal starts to coat my thighs. “I hate you so much.”
My words make him laugh as he pulls away from me. “Oh, then you’re going to absolutely hate this.”
He presses a hard, yet quick, kiss on my lips before he drops to his knees in front of me, pulling down my sleep shorts and panties with him. I offer absolutely no resistance as he drapes one of my legs over his shoulder. And the highest scream I’ve ever let out leaves my mouth as Beau runs his tongue across mycenter, once, twice, three times, before his mouth is fully on my pussy.
“Yes,” I moan out, gripping his hair again. “Please…don’t stop.”
I don’t even care that I can’t take those words back. Because it’s the truth, and I repeat them again to make sure he knows just how much I mean it. The one leg holding me upright is about to buckle, and my hand is pressed into his shoulder because I need all the grounding I can get as Beau eats me out like I’m his final meal.
Add this as another thing that goes into the hate column for Beau, because of course he can eat a pussy. Can he not be bad at one thing? I need him to be bad at one thing. Because when we’re back to reality, and it truly hits me what a horrible mistake this is, I need to at least know that sure, he can perfectly flick my clit with his tongue while also fingering me with two digits and hitting the spot that very few have been able to find, but maybe he’s bad in bed.
Yes. That’s it. He’s going to be a terrible lay.
Keep thinking that, Shelby…
“Oh…oh!” I scream out, both of my hands now digging claw marks into his shoulders. “I…hate…you!”
Beau’s free arm somehow wraps around me, holding me up as he guides me through the orgasm that hits me like a tidal wave. My breathing is heavy and my body is limp as I come down from it, and for a second, I forget everything. My name. Where I am. Who just made me come harder with his mouth than I’ve ever come before.
“Still hate me, huh?”
I narrow my eyes as Beau stands up, giving me a full view as he licks each of the fingers that were just inside me. That shouldn’t be hot, but damn if it isn’t. “Always.”
“Really, Belle? You hate a man who made you squirt?”
That gets my attention. “I did not!”
“You didn’t?” The boyish grin on his face makes him almost—almost—adorable. “Huh. Well then I’ll have to try again.”
Before I can protest, Beau is picking me up, carrying me the four short steps he needs to toss me onto the king-size bed.
“On all fours, Shelby.”
“Absolutely not,” I say, making it a point to situate myself on the edge of the bed, sitting perfectly straight. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?”
He doesn’t answer. He just stares at me as he takes out his wallet, grabs a condom, and pushes down his gym shorts, leaving him standing in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that look like they could’ve been painted on him.
Oh fuck me…
We’re both silent, but our eyes are locked on each other as he walks to the bed, leaning down so we’re eye level, his hands caging me in on either side.
“You know who I am, Shelby Lynn. And you know whose name you’re about to scream.”
“I didn’t know you had a degradation kink. You really want me screaming Asshole?”
He smiles coyly and kisses the tip of my nose. “I think we both know that’s a lie.”
I’m about to respond with a likely amazing retort, when he steps back and pushes his boxer briefs down, freeing a rock-hard cock that literally bounces free.
