Page 70 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
“My turn.” The tank top I’d been wearing disappeared to the floor and my bra wasn’t far behind. Beau dropped to his knees on the sleeping bag and wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling me into his space. He was so tall that, even kneeling, I didn’t stand much taller than him on the floor. His lips found my ribs as his hands slid up to my breasts, cupping them completely as his thumb and middle finger rolled my nipples into hard pebbles.
“Goliath, you’re making me dizzy.”
He chuckled but kept worshiping my skin.
My head fell to one side as I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of Beau’s kisses and tugs. When his mouth started moving up, I looked down only to realize he wasn’t moving, I was sinking. My knees were slowly giving out as I descended to Beau’s lap.
When I straddled him at last, Beau’s mouth replaced his fingers on one of my breasts. The ache between my legs became desperate as he sucked and flicked my nipple with his tongue.
“Beau.” My soft plea filled the room.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
Once I was laid out on our sleeping-bag bed, Beau’s fingers started kneading my thighs. His strong fingers pushed hard into my denim-covered legs and ass, squeezing, then releasing until every muscle awakened. It was the most erotic massage I’d ever had. My hips were still resting on Beau’s thighs so I lifted them up, urging him to go after the button on my jeans.
With a quick flick, the button was undone and the zipper pulled down, revealing my pink lace panties. Carefully, Beau slid the jeans off my hips and ass, down one leg, then the other. His rushed movements from earlier were now slow and deliberate. My panties, which he could have shredded with minimal force, were carefully eased down inch by inch until he looped them off each foot and I was lying bare.
“Fuck, Sabrina.” The color of Beau’s eyes as he took in my naked body was breathtaking. The light, stormy blue-gray was gone and in its place was a ring of deep slate.
Holding his eyes, I pushed up on one elbow and reached for his jeans but he gently swatted my hand away. He stood to unbutton them himself so I lay back, content to watch. Off came his boots and socks, then his jeans. His familiar boxer briefs were tented at the front and my eyes widened as I finally got a glimpse of what was underneath the cotton.
Beau’s cock was enormous, just like I had suspected for a man of his size. With one hand at its root, Beau started stroking. My breath hitched at the beautiful sight of him thick and rock-hard, just for me.
Quickly, he put on a condom, then knelt between my open thighs, coming down on top of me and resting his weight on a forearm. As his chest hair rubbed against my nipples, I arched up, wanting to feel his skin against mine as he pushed inside.
“I’m big, angel,” he said, gripping his cock and rubbing it in my wetness. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
I nodded and gulped, willing myself to stay relaxed, but Beau didn’t thrust inside like I had expected. Instead, he kissed me again. All of my worries about his size disappeared as he kissed me lazily, his tongue working magic to clear my mind. The only thing I felt was burning desire and a throbbing, desperate ache.
Of course, he knew that. He knew his lips were magical, that they held the power to erase any thought that might flitter through my mind. All that was left was burning desire.
“Beau, please,” I breathed.
He broke away and hovered above me, then inch by inch, he pressed inside. His hips rocked back and forth until he was buried as deeply as I could take him. My inner muscles burned and protested as they stretched, but soon the pain was gone and I sighed, ready for Beau to move.
“Eyes on me, Sabrina,” he whispered. His strokes started slow, his body hovering over mine as he stared into my eyes. His sheer size alone had me trembling and on edge. But as I built closer and closer to my release, Beau’s restraint lessened. With a power unmatched by any man in my past, his hips hammered deep, proving what I had once suspected.
Beau could fuck a girl into oblivion.
His cock hit just the right spot over and over, and before I could warn him I was coming, the most intense and blinding orgasm of my life exploded, ripping through every muscle of my body.
“Fuck,” Beau groaned as I clenched around him, pulsing and squeezing his cock. “Fuck, you are beautiful.”
The white spots in my vision finally cleared and I opened my eyes to watch Beau as he kept thrusting. My hands traced up and down his chest, then snaked around his sides and drifted toward his ass. When my fingers dug into the hard muscle, the cords in his neck tightened and his arms started shaking. Then with a loud groan and hiss, Beau’s eyes snapped shut as he fou
nd his own release.
He managed not to crush me as he relaxed, giving me his weight for a brief second before twisting us both so I was lying limp on his chest. My head rested in the crook of his neck as we both returned from the stars.
“Definitely not horrible,” I panted.
He chuckled, then framed my face with his hands, lifting it up to give me a quick kiss. “We better go again just to be sure.”
My laughter was interrupted by another spectacular Beau kiss.
Then we double-checked that the sex wasn’t horrible.
Beau
