“I have a way we can fix both our problems.” I eye him curiously. He sets the bottle down on the nightstand and, with what is clearly a practiced move, he has me on my back and spins me so my head is now hanging over the edge of the bed.
“Open up for me angel, and have your taste.” When the tip of his cock touches my lips, I do my best to open up the back of my throat and take him all the way in.
I’ve never done it like this before. I reach up and grip onto his thighs for leverage, afraid I’ll slip off the bed.
“Yes, just like that. I’ve wanted to fill up this mouth of yours all day.” I press my thighs together, his words turning me on. He hovers over my body, pulling apart my legs just enough for himto lower himself, then his tongue is on me, and I almost choke on his cock.
He goes to work, repeating his movements from earlier. I grind against his mouth, needing more. We work in tandem. The harder I suck, the more he does the same on my clit, and when his digits work their way inside me again, my thighs fall open, inviting him in.
With every stroke of his tongue, the feeling builds, and I know I’m close, but this time the pressure is so intense, I’m not sure I can cope. His breathing becomes choppy, his pace quickens, and my thighs begin to shake with the intense pleasure building between them. My body spasms beneath him, and he pins my thighs to the mattress. I feel so exposed right now, yet safe with him.
His fingers curl inside of me, and that’s all I need. A scream tries to work its way up my throat, but his cock twitches in my mouth, almost choking me. With a warm hum in my chest, I sink my nails into the hot skin of his thigh muscles. He finger fucks me with punishing thrusts, and my pussy pulses as I feel his body stiffen above me and hot ropes of cum shoot down my throat. I do my best to lap up every drop as I reach my own climax, soaking his face with my arousal and I scream around his cock. This orgasm feels a hundred times more intense than the last, and I’m not sure if I am still conscious.
I suck in greedy gasps of air when he releases his cock from my mouth and I shuffle up onto the bed to prevent myself from falling, my head feeling dizzy as the blood returns to my head properly.
“Fuck, angel, who knew you were a squirter?”
Not me.
I roll onto my side, trying to even out my breathing and hide my embarrassment as he wipes the remnants of my pleasure from his lips and chin.
“Oh my god. What, was that?” I pant, using my forearms to push myself up to a seating position and reach for my panties and dress. I think I’m going to need three to five business days to process what just happened.
When I stand to put on my panties, his strong hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me back down on top of him, and we come face to face.
“Oh, baby, we aren’t done here,” he says with a seductive purr. He rolls me onto my back, and he’s back on me.
“I need to be inside of you.” That buzz of excitement returns just with a few words from him. How am I so affected by this man?
“I need that too,” I say breathlessly, hooking a leg over his waist, pulling him closer, realizing I don’t want to leave. I don’t want this night to end. He sucks on the sensitive flesh of my collarbone, and I grind against his hardening cock, letting it slip between my lips and over my clit.
“Don’t move.” He lifts off me, reaching for his pants, pulling out his wallet, searching for what I assume is a condom. When he holds up a small foil packet, I breathe a sigh of relief, combined with a brief wave of panic. How is he going to fit inside of me?
He wastes no time ripping open the packet and rolling the condom down over his hard length, all while staring down at me with a hungry glint in his eye. The man is a machine. How is he hard again?
He lowers himself between my open legs and I gasp when the tip of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Don’t worry baby, we’ll go slow.” I nod, words failing me. He pushes inside me, slowly, and inch by inch, I open up for him until, to my utter shock, he bottoms out.
It only takes a few seconds for my body to adjust to his size, and then he’s moving. His mouth finds mine as he rocks insideof me. We fit together like we were made to. It feels effortless, and that pressure in my core returns.
He leans back, taking a pillow from beside my head. I nearly moan in protest, but he taps my ass cheek and gives me an order. “Lifts your hips.” I do it without question, and truthfully, I’ve never been someone that likes to take orders, but I am putty in this man’s hands. He slides the pillow underneath me and then he grips my tilted hips firmly and pushes back inside.
The angle is so much deeper, and my eyes flutter shut.
“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me while I fuck you.”
My eyes spring open and I watch his throat dip as he swallows. His eyes are full of desire as he hooks my leg over his shoulder, deepening our connection even more and then continues to drill me into the mattress with such a force my breasts bounce with every thrust. Needing something to hold, I lift my arms to grip the wooden headboard.
“Yes, good girl, you take my cock like a fucking dream, angel.” His words of praise have my back arching, giving him space to place his hand underneath and pull me closer. He captures my wrists, pinning them above me, so I am helpless and completely at this man's mercy; there's nowhere I’d rather be. I let him take control, pushing my body to its limit.
“Beckett, please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“Make me come. Please, make me come.” I plead shamelessly
And boy, does he.
