“Knowing you’re mine and no one else’s…it makes me wet for you, Beau.”
He licks his lips as he looks back down at my core.
“Do you want to see it?” I ask.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Do you want to taste it?”
His lips are parted as he nods. “Fuck yes, ma’am.”
Reaching down, I grab him by the hair again, tilting his face up toward me. “Do you deserve that?”
He nods.
“After you flirted with that girl?” I ask with attitude.
“I did it to get your attention,” he admits, and I smile at his honesty.
“You wanted to make me jealous?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Why?” I ask, feeling a little confused.
After thinking about it for a moment, he shrugs. “Because I’m a brat.”
“My brat,” I add.
“Yes, your brat.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” he answers without hesitation.
“Good boy,” I reply as I bring his face down, closer to the heat growing between my thighs. “Take these off and see for yourself.”
Eagerly, he wraps his fingers around the elastic of my thong and I use the leverage against his shoulder to lift up enough to let him drag them down my legs.
With my hand still gripping his hair, I shift myself closer to the edge as I pull his face right where I want it.
“Go ahead, have a taste,” I say, and I swear I hear the faintest growl rumble through his body. I lose my breath as he lets his tongue hang over his lower lip and drags it hungrily through my folds, going all the way up to my clit, where he latches his lips, sucking as he lets out a long moan.
I can’t help the soft whimper that escapes my lips, but when he starts to take over, I pull him away.
“I said a taste.”
He stares up at me with a mischievous expression, a hint of a smile and hooded eyes. I admire for a moment how well he fits this role, how perfect he is when he obeys.
“You’re going to use that mouth of yours to make me come, but first, I want to hear you say it again. Tell me who you belong to.”
His grin is almost wolfish as he replies, “I’m yours.”
“Good. Now, don’t come up for air until I pull you up, understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers.
Tightening my grip on his hair, I shove his face back between my legs and the growl he lets out this time is not subtle. I gasp loudly as he devours me, the coarse texture of his facial hair tickling my clit as he licks his way inside me. My eyes don’t leave him for a second, watching him lap and suck every moist and throbbing inch of me, until I’m left panting and gasping for air.
My legs hang over his shoulders as I press his face even closer, grinding myself against him. I’ve never been so brazenly open with my orgasms before. In fact, before Beau, I was never bold enough to make it happen around others. And I certainly never held anyone’s face between my legs until I saw stars.
I gasp as I lean back on one hand, still watching where he devours me. He is relentless and not bothering for air.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out, my muscles tensing as I feel every inch of me start to tingle with anticipation. “God, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop,” I shout.