He slid his hands up my sides. “We should take this slow.”
I leaned down until my nipples brushed his chest. “I don’t want slow.”
His lips parted. Hesitation crossed his face. “Baby, after everything you’ve been through?—”
“After everything I’ve been through, I need you to make me feel alive.” I pressed my lips to his jaw. “I need you wild, Beck. I want you to claim me. Remind me that I’m yours and you’re mine.” I sat up, dragging my hands over his forearms before sliding my palms to my breasts. I squeezed gently, thrilling at the way he tracked my every move. “I don’t want careful. I want you.”
Lust gleamed in his eyes. “You’re sure?”
“Completely.” I rocked my hips, grinding my pussy on his stomach. I’d soaked my panties, and he moaned as the fabric pressed against his skin. “Will you fuck me like I want?” I asked.
Something primal and slightly dangerous flashed in his eyes. “Fuck, yes.”
He yanked me higher on his body, then set a record removing his sweatpants. We both shuddered as he repositioned me so his cock stuck straight up between us, precome glossing the head. Just when I expected him to remove my panties, he pulled the fabric aside and locked his gaze on my pussy.
He fingered the silk, his touch featherlight. “Keep these on, too.”
Heat crackled through me. Moisture pooled between my legs as I lifted up and then sank onto his cock.
The stretch was everything. Hot and hard and all-consuming. Just a little too much, which was utterly perfect.
“Baby…” Beck breathed, squeezing my hips. Moisture leaked around the place where we joined. Nostrils flaring, he dragged slow, gentle fingers through my arousal before painting it over my clit. Tipping my head down, I watched him tease and stroke the most intimate part of me. He tugged my panties more firmly to the side, the white silk a tantalizing contrast to my pink opening stretched taut around him. My clit throbbed, and I trembled as he traced a soft circle around it.
“You’re so beautiful here, Charlotte. So slick and pretty. Like a ripe little berry.” He looked up, his finger still working its wicked magic. “Do you know what bears do when they find a little berry in the forest?”
My breathing was ragged as I shook my head.
Beck’s eyes glinted. “We eat it.” In one swift movement, he pulled me off his cock and planted my pussy directly over his face. His beard abraded my inner thighs. Palming my ass, he spoke against my opening, his voice muffled and rough. “We pluck pretty little berries off the tree and swallow them whole, baby girl.”
He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked. Pleasure lashed me, my hips jerking against his face. He didn’t give me a chanceto adjust, just gripped my ass in both hands and worked me over with his lips and tongue.
“Beck!” I cried out, clutching the headboard. My heart thundered and my hips rolled. More cries spilled from me, the sounds drowned by the wet, filthy smack of Beck devouring my pussy. Gripping me tighter, he lifted me enough to lick down to my asshole, dabbling his tongue around the sensitive muscle.
My gasp probably echoed all the way to Anchorage. But I couldn’t be bothered to care as I clung to the headboard, my body caught up in a whirlwind of dark, forbidden pleasure. His tongue was a hot, fluttering brand against my skin, the tip thrusting and stroking. Then it wasinsideme, fucking me in a way I’d never imagined.
“Oh god,” I whispered, my thighs shaking.
“Mmm,” he growled. Relentless and dirty. Wild and uninhibited. He speared me over and over as his big hands kneaded my ass. He pulled my cheeks wide and delved his tongue deeper, every forbidden thrust accompanied by a hungry-sounding growl. My glasses slipped down my nose, but I didn’t dare release the headboard. I clung to it, pleasure threatening to sweep me off the bed and into a dark sea of bliss. And, oh god, I wanted to drown.
My body was a tightly wound spring, each coil twisting smaller and harder as Beck fucked my ass with his tongue.
Without warning, the spring broke. I screamed as I came, grinding on Beck’s face. His growl rumbled hard against my cleft, and his fingers bit into my cheeks. Then he pulled me down his face, buried his nose in my folds, and lapped and sucked at my clit.
Another orgasm tore through me. The edge of the headboard bit into my palms. Sobs spilled from me as my inner muscles clamped and waves of ecstasy pounded over me. I couldn’tbreathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride Beck’s face while I shattered to pieces.
When the last aftershock subsided, he lifted me at last and flipped me onto my back. My legs sprawled wide, my body limp. He yanked my ruined panties down my thighs, shoved my knees to my chest, and plunged inside me in a single stroke.
We cried out in unison. My calves rested on his shoulders, my body folded in half. Fresh heat blasted me as he set a frenzied pace, his hips slapping sharply against mine. His eyes were two silver slits, his mouth and chin shiny with my arousal.
“I love you,” he said, his beast in his eyes. He fucked me harder, making the mattress squeal in protest. “You’re mine, Charlotte. No one will ever take you from me.”
Coming from anyone else, the possessive words would have been too much. But he wasn’t an ordinary man. And I didn’t want ordinary, anyway.
I only wanted him.
“Yours,” I gasped, my breasts bouncing from the force of his thrusts. Seizing his shoulders, I dragged him down and wrapped my legs around his waist.
His gasp was loud in my ear. Turning his head, he found my mouth and kissed me fiercely, stroking his tongue over mine as he deepened his thrusts. The bed shuddered. Theslap, slapof his skin against mine rose over our moans and labored breaths. His cock swelled inside me, and I squealed as his shaft dragged roughly over my clit.
