Beau’s length rubs between my sensitive lips, and he reaches down to cup his own balls where they slap against my chin.
The taste of him floods me, fills me, mixing with the salty tears that start streaming down my cheeks, both from the impact on my ass and the way Beau taps the back of my throat with each vicious thrust.
Rather than making him hesitate, the sight seems to drag the selfish cruelty back out of my sweet doctor. He holds my wet, desperate gaze and groans as his thrusts grow harder, sloppier, more frantic, and a lost, drugged expression takes over his face.
Dom growls behind me. “Ten.” Slap. “Eleven, twelve.” Slap, slap.
The last one almost makes me grit my teeth against the brutal sting, but I hold it back at the last second, sobbing around Beau instead.
“Fuck,” Beau moans, watching the glistening join of his dick and my lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The pain from Dom’s hand is starting to transform to pure heat, sinking into my bones, my veins. It’s like lava, light and scorching hot. My clit throbs in time with each blow, my core clenching and leaking moisture. I’m craving each spank as much as I dread it.
“Fifteen,” Dom snaps, and the strain in his voice makes me whimper.
The blow is precariously close to my cunt, and I cry out, arching deeper in offering. Please, please, please.
Beau’s fingers in my hair tighten, and he grips his base with his other hand. He stops thrusting and pulls back so only the fat head of him remains in my mouth. “Stick out your tongue.”
I stick it out as far as it can go, making sure it’s flat along the sensitive rim like Lucky showed me the other night. Taking the second of reprieve, I catch as much air as I can, and my panting blows cool air over his heated flesh. I can taste him leaking onto my tongue.
Beau’s face is tight with furious lust, and he starts to work his length with brutal strokes.
“You take it all,” he demands.
I can’t talk, can’t move, so I just agree with my eyes, wanting to show how much I want this, how much it turns me on. I want him to brand me with his taste. I want to smell him for days. I want him to flood my mouth and drink him down like nectar.
It only takes five rough strokes before he stiffens, shudders, and spurts over my tongue. Holding me tight, he rubs himself over the full length of my tongue, against my lips, spilling his seed helplessly everywhere he can smear it. It’s like a marking, like he’s claiming me, and a euphoric, dizzy sense of satisfaction makes me moan.
Unable to help myself, I close my lips around him and suck him in, savoring the flavor, loving that he’s owning me like this.
I drink down every drop, licking him clean, licking my own lips, until he softens in my mouth.
Finally, with a sweet sigh, his hand loosens in my locks, and he slips from between my lips.
“Perfect, sweet girl.” He ducks down and presses a quick, hard kiss against my mouth. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
I’m trembling now, on a high of lust and happiness and pure feminine satisfaction.
“Two more.” Dom’s voice is hoarse, like he’s as affected as I am.
My breath hitches, and I brace myself. Moisture is running down my thighs, and I’m so empty I want to cry. I’m so close to the edge now, I think one brush against my clit will send me shooting off like a bottle rocket.
Dom’s hand comes down, harder than any before it, and I yelp. It doesn’t quite hurt anymore, though. It melts instantly into heat, and I shiver, my cry turning into a needy moan.
“More, please, sir. Please give me more,” I beg.
“Shit,” Dom curses, then clears his throat, though it barely disperses the gravel. “Yes, pet, you get one more.”
His knee pushes at the inside of mine, nudging it wider, and he presses a hand between my shoulder blades until my face is pressed against the pallet. I get ready for the smack but, instead, his fingers run up my inner thighs, smearing the wetness there.
“You have a greedy cunt, pet.” He moves up until he reaches my pussy, circling my opening with his index finger. “I can see you clutching for something to fill you up.”
He spreads my folds and grunts, and even the cool air is too much against my sensitive flesh. “So swollen and pink. That needy clit is just begging for attention.”
I let out a long, low whine, lost to words, to sense. I want to shift, just to see if I can push his hand to where I need it. It wouldn’t take much. It would probably make me come.
But I don’t. Because this part is for Dom, not for me.
I bite my lip against a sob. Beau runs what I’m sure is meant to be a soothing hand down my spine, but it only stokes me higher.
Dom hesitates. “You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” he asks, voice a little softer. “You’ve been very patient for us.”
I shiver, waiting, hoping.
“One more,” he promises.
The blow comes, but not against my ass. He strikes me right against my clit, and the sharp sting is all it takes. The light and heat that had been building in my body bursts behind my eyes, and I come on a long wail, pleasure exploding in my core and all the way down my spine.
Chapter 30
Eden
SURVIVAL TIP #72
Enjoy your victories.
Your next loss will come soon enough.
I ’m a shivering, sobbing mess when I come to, and Beau has curled me up so I’m nestled limply against his chest as we lie together on the pallet. The chafe of his chest hair against me makes me shiver happily, and I don’t want to move.
I think my mind just melted.
Except . . . I look over my shoulder and see that Dom is sitting back on his heels, watching me with a hot, satisfied look on his face, like it wasn’t me who just came hard enough to see stars. The restlessness has bled out of him, and he’s lost the twitchy, electrified pulse that felt so lusciously threatening before.
His thick cock is dark and swollen, desperately leaking pre-cum against his stomach, yet he seems . . . content.
I lick my lips, and Dom’s brow kicks up. “I think you’re done.”
I frown, pressing my cheek against Beau’s chest. His heartbeat is still unsteady, and he rests his chin on the top of my head.
“I don’t want to be done,” I reply, and I can’t even find the grace to be embarrassed by how petulant I sound. Dom’s brow hikes further in warning, and I rush to add, “Sir. Please. I . . . I want to make you feel good too.”
Dom hesitates, and Beau tilts my head up, dropping sweet kisses against my lips, my chin, my cheeks. He rubs his nose against mine, and I hum in happiness.
Beau glances over at his friend. “I think she can do one more. You could use it.”
“And I said she’s had enough. We’re done for the day, Beau.” His jaw flexes. “Don’t push it.”
Sleepy, and not liking the snap to Dom’s tone, I roll a little and reach out for him. He stares at my palm like I presented him with something unexpected. Something special.
His face softens, and he takes my hand.
My heart softens too, at the shine in his eyes.
Picking something up from the grass, Dom moves in so he’s behind me, then tugs my head back. I expect a kiss, but instead, he cradles my gaze in his, and slowly, so slowly, he slides my glasses back on. I hold my breath—I don’t think I could find air if I wanted to.