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  "Oh no, it's my turn now, Beau," she says pushing me back on the pillows, she climbs on top of me, her pussy resting on my knee. We kiss for an inordinate amount of time all the while she grinds on me. Suddenly, she moans loudly as she comes for the third time.

  "You are so fucking pretty when you come for me, Eleanor. So fucking pretty," I say burying my hands in her hair again devouring her lips again.

  Now, I need the rest of her, for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Six

  Eleanor

  I don’t know what came over me but the minute his lips touched mine it was like my whole world came into focus; the final puzzle piece I didn't even know I was looking for. He makes my body feel things I never knew it could. Every touch stokes the fire until I feel like I am about to combust from all of the pleasure he is giving me.

  Beau tugs my head back placing bitty kisses down the column of my throat I run my hands over his chest I am insanely jealous of his shirt. I want to feel his skin against mine.

  “You are wearing too many clothes,” I whine. He chuckles and kisses my neck.

  “Sorry baby. Your sexy fucking body distracted me.”

  “Off now, mister,” I say haughtily, gasping when he stands up with me still on his lap. Before I can even protest, he chuckles then dips back down, placing me on the soft cushions of the couch. He stands back up to his full height, causing my eyes to roam his body. I lean up on my elbows to get a better look at him. Yummy. He grabs the back of his shirt by his neck and pulls it off in one fast motion. My eyes go big and I lick my bottom lip. He looks even bigger without clothes on. His entire chest and torso have an incredible skull tattoo that must have taken hours to get done.

  Oh, fuck are those nipple rings? Suddenly, all I want to do is lick all over his amazing chest and run my tongue over those nipple rings. My thighs squeeze together, and I feel my wetness coat them. Fuck me, he is like a Greek God. I run my eyes along his washboard abs and down his trimmed waist where his jeans hang low and almost show off those perfect Ken Doll lines. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud when I see the huge bulge inside his jeans.

  He makes quick work of his belt and pants then he is standing in front of me in only his tight black boxer briefs that can barely contain his massive cock. The minute his briefs come off my mouth pops open. Holy fucking hell! It bobs but it is so big and thick it lays heavily against his thigh. A little whimper escapes. It is even bigger than I thought it was. Damn his cock is beautiful. With its perfect mushroom head, thick long vine running down his shaft. His heavy balls swing as he walks a little closer to me.

  “Play with that pink cunt of yours, baby. Let me see how wet you are for me.” He is standing in front of me in all of his 6’4-foot sex pot glory. He is looking at me like I am a juicy steak and he’s a starved lion stalking his prey. I shiver at the intense look in his eyes. I moan and run my hands down my body spreading my thighs wide. Running my fingers through my slippery folds, I realize just how wet I am. “Fuck! How am I jealous of your own hand on that pussy?” He growls, kneeling between my thighs. “It’s fucking mine.” He grabs my hand and sucks my fingers into his mouth swirling his tongue around them. I moan and squirm. He grabs my thighs and throws them over his shoulders, yanking me up until only my shoulders are on the couch.

  I gasp.

  He growls.

  Burying his face into my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth, I lose my fucking mind.

  “Oh god Beau. That feels so good.” His tongue runs down my slit then thrusts deep into my virgin hole. His thumb runs circles around my clit then pushes a little harder. Stiffening his tongue, he surges into my pussy and I come moaning, long and loud. He lets my legs fall down until they are draped over his thick masculine forearms. His huge biceps flex as he fists his cock and starts to run it through my wet pussy lips. The tip hits my clit and we both moan.

  “I can’t wait to get my cock into your cunt any longer, Elle. Fuck, I want you so bad,” he grunts.

  “Please, you have me. I feel so empty without inside me.” He moves his cock to my opening pushing the head in slowly and I tense. He lets out a string of curses.

  “Shit, I don't want to hurt you, Elle. You're so god damn tight.” He sits up taking me with him, so I am straddling his hips his hands go to my ass and I lift up on my knees. “Let's take this slow baby.” I bite my lip and nod my head. I slowly sink further down his shaft. “Fuck,” he hisses. I can't help the whimper that comes out. It's too much and yet not enough all at the same time. I need him to be inside me and I don't think I will feel whole until he is. I rise up until just the head of his cock is inside me then slam back down. He rips through my innocence and I cry out while sinking down until I feel his balls against my ass.

  “Oh my God,” I moan.

  “Fuck, Elle. You did so well, taking my cock in one go. God this little cunt was made just for me.” I wiggle a little and my eyes go wide. Damn, that feels good without him even moving, I do it again. His head drops down onto the back of the couch and his hands tighten on my ass. “You are trying to kill me with amazing pussy, aren't you?”

  “You feel so good Beau,” I say running my hands over his chest and shoulders. He shudders under my touch. I use his shoulders as leverage, and I rise up a little then sink back down moaning as I do. A muscle in his jaw ticks and I can tell he is holding back. “Oh, God.”

  His cock hits that magic spot deep inside me and I feel myself already falling over the edge. I do it again only this time he pushes up into me the minute I go down. My movements pick up the more comfortable I get and soon I am riding him like there is no tomorrow. My pussy starts to flutter, and I feel my legs start to tremble.

  “You’re going to come all over my cock aren't you chérie? You want what only this dick can give you,” he growls. His eyes are full of hunger and lust. I swear to god it's like those brown eyes of his are daring me to deny that he is the only man that will ever be able to bring me this kind of pleasure this kind of all-consuming need to be fucked until I am bred by him.

  Pure male satisfaction is written all over his face as I come all over his cock. My back bows and I scream out his name as an orgasm like no other crashes through me so hard and so fast that my toes curl and my entire body shakes, my nails dig into his shoulders and he grunts.

  “Fuck chérie. Just like that, you come on my cock so prettily baby. Your cunt is just begging for my seed isn’t it?” All I can do is whimper. He grabs my hips in his calloused hands and starts to thrust his hips up as he pulls me down. His pace is punishing, and I can’t get enough.

  “Oh, oh yes. Just like that.” I moan against his mouth. My hand digs into the hair at the nape of his neck. He slams into me over and over making me whimper. My core tightens tighter than a bowstring,

  “Your tight little pussy feels so good wrapped so tight around me. Fuck, baby, come for me one more time.”

  “I am,” I cry out. It's like his words are my undoing and I come. His entire body tenses and he slams into me so hard; I gasp. I feel his cock swell and he grunts out my name like an oath. Over and over, he spills his seed deep inside my womb. I fall against his chest, kissing him over his racing heart that is sure to match my own. After we catch our breaths, he picks me up and carries me to my room. One-handed, he pulls back the covers and places me softly into the bed then climbs in behind me.

  “Sleep good, ma chérie, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He kisses my neck and pulls me close to his chest. I snuggle closer to him and sigh.

  I don't know how he knew that was one of my fears, that maybe this was more to me than it was to him but somehow, he knew. He takes a deep breath and pulls me tighter against his chest. He kisses the side of my head. I fall asleep in his arms, feeling safer than I ever have before.

  How can I have only known him for forty-two hours and already love him with all my heart?

  Chapter Seven

  Beau

  Waking up with Elle half sprawled on top me has got to b
e the best feeling in the world. Infinitely better than the best game of baseball I’ve ever played and that’s saying something. She is snoring lightly and it's the cutest thing I have ever heard. It’s bright out, indicating that for the first time since I was teenager, I’ve slept in. Twice more in the night, I reached for Elle and she was wet and willing as I sank home time after time.

  She moans in her sleep causing my morning wood to go rock solid. I can’t believe I haven’t gotten enough of her yet, but I get the feeling that will always be the case. We are still completely naked, and it would be so easy to slide into her in this position, but surely, she is in some pain. I was not as gentle as I should have been last night, but she didn’t seem to mind then. In fact, I distinctly remember her screaming harder and faster several times.

  Turning my head slightly, I kiss her forehead, her closed eyes, and finally her still swollen lips, waking her.

  “Mmm, Beau,” she purrs. Her sleep-ridden voice is thick, her accent is even thicker, and it goes straight to my balls.

  “Yeah, baby?” I murmur right into her ear.

  “You’re still here?” she asks confused.

  “Not going anywhere,” I reply. Suddenly, she sits up halfway.

  “Shit, I must be crowding you. I can’t believe I slept like that,” she says moving over to the other side of the bed.

  “Did you hear me complaining, Elle?” I ask, following her. She’s on her side, facing away from me and I don’t like it one fucking bit. “Why are you hiding from me?”

  “Morning breath,” she giggles.

  “Fuck that,” I say scooting closer to her so that her back is resting on my chest. I push her bed mussed hair away from her neck before placing a biting kiss there, leaving my mark like we are in high school or some shit. She moans under my lips; I can feel her vocal cords vibrating.

  “Okay,” she says letting me do this.

  Running my hand down her side, over the curves of her body, until I reach her knee. Running light circles over it, I draw it back and hook it over my thigh. Her pussy is open to me now. Slowly, I inch my fingers back up over her knee, her thigh, until I reach her bare pussy. I drag my fingertips through her folds. She’s already wet for me. She moans again as I dip a finger inside of her opening, finding her sweet spot. I rub it until she is begging me for more.

  “You’re not too sore, ma chérie?” She shakes her head. “Words, Elle.” She grunts in frustration as I continue to stroke the inside of her pussy.

  “No, Beau. I am not sore. Give me that massive dick,” she demands. Grinning, I abruptly pull my fingers from her. She groans at the loss.

  “Which is it, baby? Fingers or cock?” I ask teasingly gripping my dick and hitting her clit with it.

  “Cock, definitely cock,” she all but screams. I oblige by sliding into her so slowly. She mewls as I do so.

  “Look at you taking my cock like that, baby.” From this angle, she is wide open, and we are making a squelching sound as I move in and out of her. I watch her perfect pussy lips grip and suck my length the deeper I get. It’s every bit as intense as it was last night, and I am certain that it will always be. “I am gonna get you pregnant, Elle. No way around it,” I say through gritted teeth. She must like that because her pussy clenches around me.

  “Promises, promises,” she says breathlessly.

  “It’s a fucking guarantee,” I tell her as we come together.

  Pulling out of her slowly, I move out of her space and back into mine. We both lay there unable to breathe properly for several minutes.

  “Damn,” we say at the same time causing us to laugh.

  “That was amazing,” she says rolling over to face me. Her fingers trace the skull tattooed on my chest for several minutes before she gasps. “Fuck! Is that really the time?” she asks. I look over at her clock. Its harsh red glow indicates that it’s already two-thirty. “I’ve got to go. I am so late. My captain is going to kill me,” she says, causing me to chuckle.

  As a native of New Orleans, it’s hard not to know that she means her Mardi Gras krewe captain. From January 6th to Fat Tuesday, most of us live for this stuff, myself included but my Krewe meets at night. Carnival Season is full of the very best parties.

  “It’ll be okay,” I assure her.

  “You don’t know Tessa,” she says rushing around. I watch her slide the sexiest navy-blue thong on before she puts on the matching bra, then pulls a black dress over her head.

  “If she’s anything like my captain, probably not,” I tell her also getting out of bed.

  “What krewe are you on? What if we’re rivals?” she asks in mock horror.

  “Zed Krewe. You?”

  “Krewe of Hedonism,” she answers.

  Both are among the oldest in the city. You have to be able to trace your roots back to a founder just to get in them. My family has been in Zed since 1909. While it wasn’t always the float riding, bead tossing sensation it is now, it has always been a social club for certain New Orleans blue-collar professionals. We have our ball on Mari Gras evening. The party lasts until the wee hours of the morning when we head to church for Ash Wednesday services.

  Together, we leave her house. I head to my place and she goes to her krewe’s den. With a little less than a week to prepare for Mardi Gras, everyone is getting into high gear. I place a call to my captain to set into motion the idea that has been brewing since I woke up this morning. Asking Elle to be mine forever after a week isn’t as crazy as it seems. I love her, I’ve loved her from the second she opened her front door in that tiny robe. Now, let’s just hope she doesn’t think it’s crazy.

  Laissez les bons temps rouler.

  Let the good times roll.

  Chapter Eight

  Eleanor

  Mardi Gras, February 25, 2020

  The last week with Beau has been amazing. While our days are full of prep for Mardi Gras and work, our nights have been full of sweet dinners and sinfully naughty sex until we fall asleep in a tangled mess of sheets.

  I don't think he has slept at his place since the first night that we made love. On day two, after work, he showed up with a duffle bag with some of his stuff inside, and on night four I gave him a drawer. I know that it seems fast, but I already love having him in my house.

  Well, I guess technically I am in his house, but I love him in my space. Every day he shows me what a wonderful man he is, and I fall a little more in love with him. While I am at work, he has been working on the house fixing the faucet and a few other things that needed doing. He always brings me lunch with a flower. He has gotten that for me no matter how busy he gets.

  We haven't said the words out loud yet, but he shows me how much he loves me by the way he takes care of me. I’m just afraid of telling him so soon and freaking him out. Tonight, is our Krewe balls. One thing you need to know about New Orleans is that being in a Krewe means being in a family. We always have each other’s backs. I wasn't worried about him meeting mine. I knew they were going to love him. I am worried about meeting his though. I am nervous as fuck actually. We went to mine first where I witnessed my dad and all of the guys in my krewe fangirl over my man. Watching grown-ass men stumbling over their words asking him to sign shit was hilarious.

  We are now on our way to his and I am trying not to let my nerves get the best of me. When we get out of the car, he takes my hand and brings it to his lips kissing the back of it before putting it over his heart.

  “Don’t worry, chérie. They are going to love you. How could they not? You’re amazing.” I can feel my blush and I have never been so happy to be wearing a mask.

  “Okay, I'll try not to,” I whisper.

  “That's my girl.” He gives me that megawatt smile of his and I can’t help but smile back. “You ready to do this?” he asks with a wink as we reach the doors.

  “Hell yeah,” I say, jutting out my chin. He chuckles then pushes opens the doors. The party is in full swing and completely packed. The music is bumping but Beau seems to know whe
re we are going so I let him lead me down the stairs and around, though the crowd, and right to a group of people in one of the much quieter corners of the room. As we get closer, I can start to make out some of the people in the middle. Next to a man that is maybe an inch or two shorter than Beau but way wider is Em, Beau’s sister and next to them is an older couple. Em sees me and squeals. She runs to us when she sees that we are there.

  “Oh my God! I haven't seen you in forever.” I laugh as she wraps me in a hug. I watch as Beau and the big man do that bro hug thing where they slap each other hard on the back a few times then they pull back.

  “It’s really good to see you, man. How have you been?” Big man asks. Beau grins and reaches over grabbing my hand.

  “I have been fucking great man. This is my girl Ella, Ella this is Baby Bash.”

  “It’s nice to meet you,” I say, taking his hand.

  “Well aren't you a sweet little thing?” Bash asks, kissing my hand. Beau growls and pulls me closer to his side.

  “No touching.” Bash’s eyes twinkle with mirth before he sighs dramatically.

  “Whatever will I do then?” I laugh and like him immediately. I just know he loves giving beau hell.

  “Come on, babe. I want you to meet my parents.” I bite my lip and nod. Bash moves and we walk over to his parents. “Ella, this is my mother Suzette and my father Beaumont. Mom, Dad this is Ella.” His mom gives me a hug.