“God, you've got great tits,” he growled. He wore the arrogant smirk of a man who knows he doesn't deserve what he's touching.
“Fuck you,” I panted breathlessly.
Beau tweaked and tugged at my swollen nipples with his fingers. I thought they couldn't get any more erect—but for him, sure enough, they grew longer and fatter.
God,I whimpered.Why's he so good at this?
I reached for Beau's waist and unclasped his belt buckle.
“We have to be fast,” I said, and not without a heavy dose of self-loathing. And I wondered if Beau could hear it in my voice—the shame that I was doing thishere,and withhim.
“Works for me.” He gave a careless shrug.
“I bet,” I muttered. “Asshole.”
He sat up on his heels, peeled the suit jacket off his broad shoulders, and threw the discarded item to the floor.
I bit my lip as I watched Beau pull off his shirt and throw it aside. Admirationanddisgust swept over me as I laid my eyes on a body carved and sculpted by years of hard work, training, and discipline. Thick arms, jutting pecs, a sizzling six-pack. The body of a champion, built with blood sweat and tears.
Beau stepped out of his trousers. His cock, girthy and long, throbbed in his boxer-briefs. I stared at the sizable bulge, dead-on, unable to break my awed gaze.
He'dfeltbig at the club, but … wow.
I nearly choked on the words: “You're, um, big.”
He laughed vainly. “Yeah.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ofcourseyou are. It's always the biggest jerks with the bigg—”
“Shutup,” Beau said, vaguely annoyed.
I stifled a laugh. Was he serious?
He pointed at the bedroom door. “It's open a crack. Want me to shut it?”
“Doesn't matter. She sleeps through anything.”
Beau laughed out loud. “Wow. Even for me, that's crass. See, I knew you had a wild side.”
“Just get over here and fuck me, you jock moron.”
Beau slowly strutted over and stood at my side of the bed. He grabbed hold of my jaw—not forcefully, but sternly, as if he were correcting a misbehaving puppy. He raised my gaze to meet his.
“Listen,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “You don't talk to me like that anymore. Understand?”
Outrage flooded my blood—who the helldid he think he was?He was lucky I was doinganythingwith him at all—he didn't get to determine how I talked!
But some selfish and pitiful part of myself knew that if I protested or grew righteous, he might walk right through that door. And the idea of him walking out on menow,after we'd come this far, was somehow evenmoreshameful than what we were about to do in my friend's bed.
Swallowing my pride, I quietly answered him, obediently.
“Yes.”
And with those words, a small part of me withered and died. And another part of me now felt like it belonged to Beau. As terrible a realization asthatwas—somehow, it was also insanely liberating, even if it went against everything I believed.
“Good girl,” he said, pleased with me.
Beau pulled his boxer-briefs off his waist and down. His giant cock sprang out, bobbing in front of my face with an intimidating heft. “Now you're going to suck me. Suck me on all fours like the dirty girl you are.”
