Why did I pull away?

It's not like I don't want her. f.u.c.k, I don't think I've ever wanted someone so much. It's more about what I want to do to her. What I want to make her do to me.

I've tried to push her out of my head, tried to keep my mind off the small detail of wanting to bury myself b.a.l.l.s deep inside of her, but everywhere I turn in this house, she's there.

Her smile. Her laugh. Even the way she f.u.c.king smells.

"f.u.c.k me dead." I let out a puff of air and fall to the bed.

I know thinking of her this way is only going to make it harder for me. She's everything I don't need. I need control, something we both know she struggles with. Maybe with time she might be able to, but what if she never gets there. Would it be enough for me? Would my natural desire to control just fade away?

No. I doubt it.

Sitting back up, I finish off my beer deciding I need to get out of here. I change my shirt, put my cut back on, and make my way back out to the hall. I don't want to, but I decide I should let Kenzie know I'm leaving. Walking to her door, I stop right outside of it.

"Kenzie, I'm heading out. Will you be all right on your own?" I call out to her but receive no reply. Her door is ajar a few inches, so I knock, letting the force push it open further.

She is standing there. Her pert t.i.ts take my attention first and instantly my c.o.c.k stirs back to life. She doesn't stop to cover herself and I don't look away.

"I'm heading out." I manage some cough mumble thing, my throat becoming dry. She doesn't say anything and her eyes don't leave me. I should turn away, let her change in private, but I'm lost in the sight of her.

The soft glow of her bedside lamp highlights her against the dark room but even from this distance, I can see every one of those goose b.u.mps glazing her skin.

We continue to stand silent for what feels like hours, until the soft whisper of her nightgown falling to the floor shocks me back, like the first momentary sonic boom that fills the skies on a Fourth of July weekend. My eyes follow its descent, pausing at the lace covering her p.u.s.s.y.

Jesus, f.u.c.k, turn around, man.

I swallow past my hunger and try to will myself to leave, but fail when her fingers hook into the side of her lace panties.

"Mackenzie, don't." My warning comes out strangled, my resolve slipping, but it doesn't stop her. She continues to undress, sliding her panties down her legs then stepping out of them, leaving her completely exposed to me.

She's beautiful. f.u.c.king perfect. Every f.u.c.king inch of her. But there's an innocence to her. One touch, one taste is going to destroy me.

What the f.u.c.k is wrong with you, man? Go to her. f.u.c.king take her.

"Darlin'," I say with a heavy breath, forcing my eyes away from her naked body and back up to her face. Her pink, plump lips, swollen from our kisses, slightly part as she draws in a long breath.

"You're making this really f.u.c.king hard to stay away." My voice cracks as my gaze catches her hand sliding between her legs.

"If you're not going to help me, then leave." Her voice is barely a whisper as her finger slips between her p.u.s.s.y lips disappearing from view. And f.u.c.k it turns me on.

Before I realize what I'm doing, my legs carry me to her. Not giving it a second thought, I slap her hand away from her p.u.s.s.y and pull her naked body to me. She comes willingly, a small cry filling the room at my touch.

"f.u.c.k," I groan, knowing I'm close to losing control. "I need you to think this through, darlin'. Be real f.u.c.king sure, 'cause once we start, I don't think I'll be able to stop," I tell her when her chest hits mine.

"I've never wanted anything more, Beau." My name coming from her lips in a plea cancels out all my reservations, and before I can comprehend what's happening, I have her on her back on the bed.

Pulling off my cut and shirt in record time, I flip the b.u.t.ton of my jeans. Mackenzie comes up on her elbows and watches as I lose my jeans.

"Holy s.h.i.t, you have it pierced." She looks down at my c.o.c.k, intrigue turning to wonder.

"I have two." I point to the Apadravya piercing. The small barbell runs through the head of my p.e.n.i.s. I then pull to show her the Frenum piercing on the underside of my c.o.c.k.

"Did they hurt?" She bites her lip, her eyes not leaving the piercing.

"I survived. Had it done years ago." She nods but doesn't say anything.

"You keep looking at me like that and I don't think I'll last long," I admit. Her inquisitive eyes move from my piercing up to my face and I realize it wouldn't matter what way she looked at me. I'm wound up so f.u.c.king tight from not having my c.o.c.k in a woman for G.o.d knows how long, I'm not going to last long regardless.

"Like what?" She looks back down at my c.o.c.k and it bounces its own h.e.l.lo.

"Like you want to wrap your mouth around my d.i.c.k and milk it dry," I offer the visual, the picture playing out in my mind.

Yep, there is no way I'm going back on this, now.

"No one has ever spoken to me like this before." Her teeth graze her bottom lip, and I don't know if she's afraid of me, or f.u.c.king turned on.

"You want me to stop talking to you this way?" I ask, placing a knee down on the bed and moving over her.

"I don't think so." She lays back, her dark hair spilling around her.

"You don't think so? It's a yes or no question, darlin'." I keep my eyes on her, like I need to memorize every inch of her body.

"No," she answers instantly.

"Then I won't." I lean down and circle her nipple with my tongue. Her hands glide back into my hair, pulling as I bite down.

She's a responsive little thing. Just how I like it.

I switch to the second nipple, showing it the same amount of attention. Her t.i.ts aren't huge, but they fit comfortably in my hand. Her rose-tipped nipples are on the larger size, and I have to control the urge to want to place nipple clamps on them.

Too soon, man.

Pushing the image out of my head, I focus on the soft little moans I pull from her as I continue to tease her swollen nipples with my teeth and tongue over and over.

"Yes," she hisses between her teeth as her fingers tighten around my hair.

"You like that?"

She moans her reply and I pull back to admire my work. The creamy flesh is now covered in my marks. Nothing too crazy, but they're there, and her nipples are more swollen than before. I press my lips against each nipple before kissing my way back up her neck.

"This is how we're gonna play this, Mackenzie." I kiss the corner of her mouth. "Tonight, I'll do whatever it is you want. You're running the show here." I give her the one thing I don't usually give. Control.

"But you said-" She looks up confused at what I'm offering and I quickly interrupt her.

"I know. And I will. f.u.c.k me, I will have you tied and submitting to me, darlin'. But not yet. We do it this way, or no way." I know what I told her and know what I like. But now that I have her under me naked and willing, I can't stand the thought of pushing her away because she can't handle it.

"Okay." She nods before releasing a long breath. There's no way she's ready for what I want to give her.

"What do you like, baby?" I whisper my question against the sh.e.l.l of her ear and watch as goose b.u.mps come back to surface over her skin.

"I like to be touched." Her voice is husky, her tone desperate.

"Where do you want me to touch you? Show me." I pull back and watch her hand slide down between her legs. "You want me to touch that pretty c.u.n.t of yours, darlin'?" Her fingers slip through her folds and her eyes roll back at my words.

"Yes." Her back arches with each flick of her c.l.i.t and I take a moment to enjoy the show. Mackenzie has always been beautiful to me, but this right here, her touching herself is f.u.c.king breathtaking.

"You want my fingers or my mouth." I lick my lips. The very thought of tasting her, having her juices on my tongue drives me wild.

"Mouth." Her hips start to roll in time with her finger and I quickly guide myself back to the edge of the bed. Her legs open wide, and I can't help the smirk that spreads across my lips at just how eager she is.

"f.u.c.k, baby. All this for me?" I dip my head low and breathe in her sweet scent. She's wet, weeping with need, and my c.o.c.k aches knowing I made her like this.

She doesn't answer, her finger still working fast. So I take her small wrist in my hand and pin it to the bed.

"No." A cry of displeasure tears from her lips, but I don't let it deter me. She's done touching. It's my turn.

"I don't want you coming too soon, darlin'." I smirk at her pout. "Don't worry, I'm gonna make you scream with my tongue." I lower my face to her pink lips and slowly and painstakingly, glide my tongue from her opening to her swollen c.l.i.t.

She lights up at the contact, her hips rising from the bed. Wanting to drive her wild, my hand finds her belly and I gently push her back down.

"Still," I order, repeating the same action over. Her taste is sweet, with a hint of spice and f.u.c.k, if I could be drunk off it, I never ever want to be sober. Moving my tongue faster, I focus on her c.l.i.t.

"Yes, there. Don't move from there!" she calls out, pressing her hips into my face trying to lift for more friction.

"Darlin', I know how to eat p.u.s.s.y. How about you just relax and let me." I smile against her when she looks down her body at me.

"Seems to me you just like teasing," she sa.s.ses, my d.i.c.k bouncing in f.u.c.king delight.

"That's the point, babe. Gonna light you up like a Christmas tree till you're crying for release." I ignore her panting and plunge a finger inside her. Her walls grip me tight, and I fight the urge to forget about her needs and sink my c.o.c.k into her snug heat.

Soon. I remind myself.

Replacing one finger for two, I slowly hook them, searching for the right spot.

"Holy f.u.c.k, yes!" Her voice cracks in arousal, pushing me further along. I ignore the way my c.o.c.k jumps at the husky sound and pick up my pace.

"Beau, Jesus. Don't ever stop." My name comes out as a growl, pulling my own groan from deep in my gut. She's close. I know it. My c.o.c.k feels it. Knowing I need it, I hook my fingers one more time, push down harder, and work her c.l.i.t over and over. She thrusts her hips one more time, then cries out just as a small rush of her o.r.g.a.s.m sprays against my tongue.

Holy f.u.c.king s.h.i.t, she's a squirter.

I don't think my c.o.c.k has ever wept with joy before this moment.

Her screams fill the room, and deep-seeded accomplishment flows through me. I can't wait to f.u.c.king explore this.

Pushing the little nugget of knowledge away for another day, I keep my fingers hooked and f.u.c.k her c.l.i.t with my tongue, lapping up her juices. She writhes under me, her screams making her voice raw.

"No more," she pants, begging me to stop. With one last hook of my fingers, I give in to her request. Slowing my tongue, I carefully remove my fingers. Her juices glisten on them. I pull back and look down at her. She watches me closely, her cheeks flushed pink, a slight sheen of sweat covering her skin.

"Jesus Christ, Mackenzie, this is f.u.c.king something I wasn't expecting." I keep my eyes on hers as I lick my fingers clean.

"Beau, don't." She covers her face with one hand and I chuckle.

"I'm sorry, did you want a taste?" I tease, knowing by her reaction she's probably never tasted herself before.

"NO!" She drops her hand. She looks almost embarra.s.sed, but I don't care. She'll soon learn there is nothing to be embarra.s.sed about with me in bed.

"Okay, next time you can lick them clean." Her eyes bug out of her head, and I can't help but laugh at her reaction.

f.u.c.k me, so f.u.c.king s.e.xy yet innocent.

"I've never, um, done it," she admits, looking everywhere but me.

"You haven't tasted yourself after a man's gone down on you?" She shakes her head as I hover over her body then lower my mouth to hers.

She opens instantly, her tongue darting out to taste herself.

A soft moan gets trapped between us. I'm not sure who's more turned on, me or her.

"You like?" I ask, moving my lips over her jaw and down her neck.

"On you, yeah." She gasps as I sink my teeth into the soft flesh above her collarbone. She smells like strawberry today.

"You want more?" I ask, still wanting her to direct what happens next. Her head nods, but it's not enough.

"Need words, Kenz. Always words."

"I want you. Give me more."

"What do you want, darlin'?" I lick around her nipple, before moving to the next one.

"You. I want you in me."

"You want my c.o.c.k?" I push, wanting her to say it. Needing her to say it.

"Yes, Beau. I want your c.o.c.k." She starts panting, the harder I roll my teeth over her tight nipple. "I want you to f.u.c.k me." I pull back and line my throbbing c.o.c.k at her entrance.

"Condom." She exhales and I still. f.u.c.k, how the h.e.l.l could I forget?

"You on the pill, darlin'?" I ask, not wanting to put a hold on anything. My c.o.c.k is practically weeping in delight. He's not ready to give this up for a glove.

"Yes, and I'm clean," she says, pulling me out of my pity party.

"I've never had s.e.x without one," I admit, not sure why I'd be willing to let her be the first.

"We don't have to." The need in her voice matches mine, so instead of thinking about it anymore, I thrust deep into her.

"f.u.c.k!" We both cry out. Not in a painful kind of way but with relief.