"Please." I begged, every word I spoke grumbled against the pillow that was below me. I tested the rope he'd bound me with, my hands clasped together in front of me and my ankles secure. If he turned me over he could carry me as though I were his bride, but here I was, bent over for him, exposed, his for the taking.
Beau's voice was monotonous, serious and dominant.
"Quiet or I'll gag you." He said.
He was right by my ear, pulling my lobe between his teeth as he spoke.
"No matter how bad I want to hear you screaming for me."
My body shuttered at his words, a hopeful anticipation crawling over my skin, the promise of having him inside me growing stronger by the minute. I never spoke another word, letting myself feel, unable to touch him and incapable of seeing.
I bit into my lip harshly, straining to keep myself upright as he trailed his fingertips over my skin, pinching my nipples, sliding down my stomach and to my sex, dripping with want. "You're always so ready." Beau groaned, making me shiver as one of his slender fingers slid over me, sliding easily into my center, already lubricated with my desire.
If I were able my body would have sank to the bed just from his touch. He worked himself inside me, knowing every spot to graze over so that I was whimpering, pleading with my moans to cum. "Don't let go." He ordered, sliding another in. My walls clenched around him, on the brink of my orgasm, my nails digging into my palms, holding on for him.
I lost him, still contracting as he pulled from inside me, reaching around to spread my arousal over my tongue, allowing me to suck on his fingers, glazed in my wetness.
The sound of a zipper being undone made me soak even more, dripping onto the brand new sheets he'd brought, already ruined by our escapades. My body jolted forward just as he slammed himself deep within me, choking over my own words, barely able to keep myself composed.
"Beau" I finally breathed. "I can't hold on."
A groan spilled past his lips as he pulled from me once more. "I'll let you cum in just a minute baby. Just hold on." He soothed, his lips pressing to the arch of my back, curling himself into me again. I'd never felt him so fast, feeling as though he were pulling fully out of me and sliding back in with every thrust, every slam of our skin together.
I was weak and he felt me, leaving me again, panting, aching to feel him. I could hear him fumbling, sighing as he sliced through the ropes that held me together, my body meshing into the mattress. He freed my eyes, even the dim light of the room making me squint for a moment.
"Look at me when you cum." Beau whispered, his voice low and sexy. He moved into my throbbing sex, penetrating me over and over until I was his. His name finally emerged from my mouth as I came, pulsating on him so that he could no longer hold on to himself, pulling from me and spilling himself onto my belly, his eyes locked onto mine and a smile on his face at his final words. "Oops."
