“Another time,” Beckett cuts me off, then digs around until he finds the unopened box of condoms.
Turning to me, he holds it up, making a show of breaking the seal, “You’ve been a good girl. And that makes me very happy.”
His eyes are pure lust and I feel his words prickle over my skin. Praise from Beckett is the aphrodisiac I didn’t know I needed in my life.
I watch as he steps back between my spread thighs, slowly rolling the condom down his length.
Holding the base, he presses his tip to my clit and my back arches, my head pressing back against the mattress, my eyes automatically closing.
“I told you before, Smoky. Eyes open.”
His palms run up and down the outside of my thighs, finally curling around the top, gripping me. “Can you do that for me?” He pulls me closer to him, sliding my ass further off the edge of the bed. “Can you watch what happens next?”
“Yes.” I nod my head, my hands tangling in the blankets at my sides. “Yes.”
I feel his cock bump against my entrance.
“Eyes on me.”
My mouth opens to promise him that I will, but he slams forward, burying the full length of his cock inside me. And instead of giving him a promise, I give him a cry of pure pleasure.
So good.
So big.
So much.
There’s no waiting, no pausing. Beckett pulls back, almost all the way out, then thrusts forward again. His moans mixing with my own.
Over and over.
His hand grips me. Pulling me closer. Keeping me grounded.
Each time our hips meet, I can feel the vibration roll through my body. My breasts jiggling with each hit.
Just as my eyes start to close, a pinch on my nipple has them flying back open.
“If you want to come, you’ll keep those pretty eyes open.”