But I need it.
How did I not know that I needed this?
My back arches and Beckett lets out a dark chuckle. “My perfect girl.”
Then he presses his thumb into me.
My entire awareness narrows onto his every movement. His hand. His cock. The dual movements in and out of me. The way his cock is rubbing against this place inside of me. This place… Oh god… He doesn’t stop. Everything inside me is building around this need to… release. His thumb… goddamn why does that, “feels so good” I moan out loud.
He increases his speed, “That’s right. Take it all, Baby.”
The hand that was still gripping my ass lets go and slides around to my clit. Strong fingers press against my bundle of nerves, rubbing, pinching. His hips move harder, his thumb goes deeper…
And I fucking explode.
My whole body seizes. But he doesn’t let up. The fingers against my clit move faster. And I’m helpless to stop him. My legs shake. And I hear the sound of wetness dripping onto the floor below me. My eyes fly open but I’m trembling too much to make sense of what’s happening.
“Fuuuck!” Beckett growls, giving my clit one final squeeze, “Squirting like such a good girl.”
I want to be mortified, but the praise in his voice overwhelms the urge to be embarrassed.
Beckett pounds into me once more. A second time. Then he’s roaring out his release holding himself as deep as he’ll go for one pulse. A second. Then he pulls out, and I feel the rest of his release splash across my ass.