Elouise
My entire bodyis on fire. My ass is deliciously sore. My pussy is throbbing with need, clenching around nothing, and Beckett just… holy fuck he just licked over my asshole, and I’ve never felt anything like that before.
I lean my forehead against the arm rest and look down. My bare feet against the wood floor. My cute and probably destroyed underwear around my knees, stopping my legs from parting any wider. Beckett’s steps forward, one scuffed work boot on either side of my spread feet. Trapping me. Surrounding me.
His jeans feel rough against the sensitive skin on the back of my thighs.
“Beckett, please!” I beg when he doesn’t move fast enough.
I watch one large hand snake around the front of my thigh, moving towards my core. Then in a blur of motion, his hand slaps up against my spread pussy.
Holy. Fuck.
The first tremors signaling an orgasm ripple through me, and I moan.
I feel his cock press against my entrance, and I arch back, trying to impale myself on him.
He stills and I want to cry.
“Tsk tsk, Baby. You wait and take what I give you.”
Another slap hits directly on my clit a second before he shoves his full length inside me. Splitting me. And I shatter.
Beckett slams into me, over and over again, while my pussy clutches at him. My climax is so intense, even my throat clenches and I have to fight to pull in air. The waves of pleasure crash over me, but I can tell there’s more. There’s a ledge inside me and I feel like I’m teetering on the edge, but I can’t make sense of it because oh my god I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this.
Beckett grunts with each thrust. His hips meeting my ass each time.
He’s so deep. So fucking deep.
I have to tell him.
“You’re so deep.”
I’m not sure I say it loud enough for him to hear, but he answers me with a hard slap to my ass and I clench around him.
“That’s right, Baby. I’m so fucking deep.” Another rough thrust. “This pussy is mine. This ass is mine.”
I moan in response; words are no longer possible.
His hips slow, just the smallest amount, and my eyes open again. I hadn’t realized they’d closed but his change of tempo has a warning light flaring to life inside of me.
His palms rub the skin of my hips. Sliding up, then together, gripping my ass in both of his large hands. I feel his fingers dig into my flesh as he rotates his hands, then he’s… ohmygod he’s pulling my cheeks apart.
His cock is still sliding in and out of me. All the way in, almost all the way out.
There’s a sound I can’t understand and then a wetness trickles down my crack.
Did he? Did he just spit on my ass?
Something swipes over my asshole, and I jolt, but the fingers gripping me tighten.
“Relax.” Beckett himself sounds anything but relaxed, but I try to obey.
My eyes slide shut, and I picture what he’s doing to me. Standing behind me. Watching. Spreading me wide.
What has to be his thumb slides over me again. There.
It’s too much.