Page 81 of Almost Enough

I’m rambling. The words spill out of me in an unfiltered stream, every desire I’ve been carrying around pouring out like I’ve sprung a leak.

“Breathe, Whitley.”

I inhale a deep breath and am immediately rewarded with Beau’s hot, wet tongue gliding in a long, torturous stroke from my swollen clit all the way up to the tight ring of muscle no one has ever touched before. I gasp, shocked at the sensation.

He repeats the motion, slower this time, the flat area of his tongue dragging a wet path. My fingers clutch desperately at nothing as he holds my hips firmly in place.

“Oh my god,” I moan, burying my face deeper into the pillow as he continues his assault. The sensation is overwhelming, filthy and perfect and so much more intense than I expected.

His stubble scrapes against my sensitive skin as he works. When his tongue circles my ass, testing and teasing, I writhe in desperation.

“Has anyone touched you here?” he asks.

“N-no,” I stammer, my face burning against the pillow.

“Do you trust me?”

That’s a loaded question. Do I trust him to make me feel good?

“Yes, sir.”

His tongue returns to my pussy, dipping inside briefly before dragging upward again. The dual sensation of his mouth and the slight burn of his stubble against my flesh has me trembling. I feel his finger, slick with my arousal, circling that forbidden place while his tongue moves lower, finding my clit with precision.

“Oh god,” I gasp as he slides one thick finger inside my ass, his tongue working my clit in tight, relentless circles.

The intrusion burns slightly, but the pleasure from his mouth overwhelms any discomfort. He works his finger deeper, slowly, carefully, all while his tongue flicks against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Relax,” he commands against my flesh, the vibration sending shockwaves through me.

I try to obey, letting my muscles go slack as he presses another finger inside me. The stretch is intense, foreign, but paired with the expert attention he’s giving my clit, it transforms into something electrifying.

“You’re doing so well,” he drawls. “Taking my fingers in this tight little ass while I eat your pussy. You’re fucking perfect.”

He works his fingers deeper, his tongue flicking faster against my clit. White-hot pleasure explodes behind my eyelids.

“Oh god, oh god, oh—” My words dissolve into incoherent sounds as the dual sensations overwhelm me. I know I’m not supposed to move my arms, but I can’t keep them locked behind me any longer.

He presses deeper, finding a spot inside me that I didn’t even know existed, and his tongue swirls one more perfect circle around my clit. That’s all it takes. My hands fly up to the sheets beside my head, grasping for something to anchor me through the onslaught of sensation.

My body tenses, hovering on the precipice for one breathless moment before I’m catapulted into blinding ecstasy. The orgasm rips through me with savage intensity, my inner walls clenching around nothing as his fingers stretch my ass. I scream his name, the sound muffled by the pillow as my entire body convulses.

He doesn’t stop, working me through it, his tongue merciless against my oversensitive flesh until I’m sobbing, trembling, and begging for mercy.

“Please, please,” I gasp, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as aftershocks ripple through me.

Finally, he eases off, pressing a gentle kiss to the curve of my ass before carefully withdrawing his fingers. The loss leaves me feeling strangely empty.

He flips me onto my back with gentle hands, his eyes dark with desire as they rake over my flushed, trembling form. I must look like a mess.

“Look at you, sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice thick with appreciation. “Completely wrecked.”

I try to form words, but all that comes out is a breathless whimper. He leans down, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my forehead, then my cheek, and finally my lips.

“Think you can take more?” he asks against my mouth.

I nod. Yes, yes, yes. “Always.”

He reaches over to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a condom.