He slides his thick fingers inside me while his tongue continues its assault on my back entrance, and I nearly collapse from the dual sensation.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant, my hips rocking back against his face shamelessly. “Beckham, I'm gonna?—”
“That's it,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against me. “Show them how pretty you look when you come for me.”
His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue presses more insistently against my ass. My pussy clenches violently around his fingers as I scream his name, my entire body convulsing against the cold window.
Before I can even catch my breath, Beckham stands and yanks me off the glass. In one fluid motion, he hoists me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, one large hand slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp.
He stalks across the room like some kind of predator with his prey.
He throws me onto the bed with enough force that I bounce, landing sprawled on my back with my legs splayed open. My skin is freezing from the window but burning up from the inside, sensitive and tingling from my orgasm.
“Look at you,” he says, standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock with one hand. “Fucking soaked and spread open for me.”
“Turn over,” he commands, his voice like gravel.
I barely have time to process before his hands are on me, flipping me over like I'm nothing. He yanks my hips up roughly, and I scramble to get my knees under me, my face pressed into the mattress.
“Arch your back,” he growls, one hand sliding up myspine to fist in my hair. He pulls, forcing my back into a deep curve, my ass high in the air. “Like that. Fucking perfect.”
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.
“Please what?” He tugs my hair harder, sending sharp prickles of pain across my scalp that somehow intensify the throbbing between my legs. “Please fuck you? Please make you scream? Please make you forget every other cock that's ever been inside this tight cunt?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “All of it. Please, Beckham.”
I feel the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, but instead of pushing in, he drags it slowly through my folds, collecting my wetness. Up and down, teasing me mercilessly.
“Fuck,” I moan, trying to push back against him, but his grip in my hair tightens, holding me in place.
“Stay. Fucking. Still.” Each word is punctuated by a tap of his cock against my clit, making me jerk and gasp.
He slides his dick higher, between my ass cheeks, and I tense as he presses it against my asshole. Not pushing in, just applying pressure, letting me feel him there.
“You ever had a cock here, trouble?” he asks, circling the tight ring of muscle with his tip.
“N-no,” I stammer, both fear and excitement coursing through me.
“Good.” He sounds pleased, possessive.
He drags his cock back down to my pussy, then up to my ass again, repeating the motion over and over until I'm shaking. My thighs tremble with the effort of holding myself up, and I can feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes from sheer frustration.
“Beckham, please,” I sob, trying again to push back against him. “I need you inside me.”
“Look at you,” he says, ignoring my pleas. “So desperate you're crying for it.”
Without warning, he slams into me so hard the headboard bangs against the wall. I scream into the mattress as he fills me completely in one brutal thrust.
“This what you wanted?” he growls, yanking my head up by my hair so my back arches painfully. “This pussy stretched around my cock?”
“Yes!” I cry out as he starts pounding into me with no mercy, no build-up, just raw, animalistic fucking.
His pace is punishing, each thrust driving me further into the mattress until he yanks me back up by my hair, my back flush against his chest. His teeth sink into my shoulder, hard enough that I know he's marking me.
“Fucking take it,” he snarls against my skin. “Take every inch that you've been begging for.”
One of his hands slides around to grip my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim. His other hand moves between my legs, fingers circling my clit.
