Page 17 of Quid Pro Beau

Beau

I wake to the sound of a moan.

My senses come to one at a time.

A hot body presses against mine.

Rain patters on the windows behind my bed.

The sweet scent of fruity shampoo wafts around me.

Another moan.

That one might have been mine.

My dick is a lead pipe in my boxer briefs.

Daisy. Daisy is in my bed because her ceiling was leaking. I open my eyes to find her body wrapped around mine. Her thighs are spread, and she’s managed to find my erection since I’m angled towards her.

I think she’s still asleep, but her sweet pussy is grinding against me.

Fuck, that’s hot.

As hot as it is, I want her awake for this. If she’s going to make herself come, I want her to know it’s me who’s under her.

“Daisy,” I whisper her name.

I shift our bodies so I’m lying flat on my back and she’s straddling me. That manages to jar her awake. Her eyes are wide when she realizes where she is.

My hands tighten on her hips. I rock my pelvis up and my cotton-covered cock rubs against her core. Even through her underwear and mine, I can feel the heat of her pussy.

“Use me. Get yourself off. You were doing it in your sleep. Rubbing your sweet cunt all over me. Make yourself come, Daisy. Do it.”

Her mouth closes and she swallows. I half expect her to roll off of me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she braces her hands on my chest and starts to move. She whimpers as she rocks, and she is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Right here in my bed, basically fully clothed, pregnant with another man’s baby. She is gorgeous.

I know in that moment that I want her next orgasm. I want to watch it, knowing I helped in some small way. But I’m a greedy motherfucker, and I want all of the rest of them too. Every last orgasm wrung from her body, I want to own them.

“That’s it, Mama, you rub yourself all over my hard cock. Fuck! Can you feel how much I want you?”

She nods, making a non-word noise in the back of her throat.

Her nipples are hard and poking at the fabric of her t-shirt. I reach up to cup her, but I pause before actually touching her.

“Can I play with your tits?” I ask.

“Yes, please. My nipples are so sensitive. Oh my God, Beau. You feel so good.”

I feel the weight of her big tits against my palms and swipe my thumbs over her turgid tips.

She releases a strangled cry and arches into my touch. All the while her pussy works across my dick.

I pinch her nipples, tug at them lightly.

“Shit, I’m going to come,” she breathes. Then she does, breaking against me and crying out my name.

We haven’t even kissed yet, but I know what she sounds like when she comes with my name on her lips.

This woman is going to end me. Everything I thought I knew about the world seems fuzzy. Like it’s all in transition. When I get through to the other side, I’ll have a new understanding of everything that is. She will be the center of it all.