“You. All of me belongs to you.”
“That's right,” he growls, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. “And I'm the only one who gets to mark them, touch them, taste them.”
I'm practically sobbing with need now, my hips bucking uselessly against his iron grip. “Please, please just fuck me already. I need you so bad.”
“I know you do.” He teases me with another shallow thrust. “Your pussy is fucking dripping for me.”
“More,” I beg, my pride completely gone. “Please, I need all of you.”
He pulls out completely, and I nearly sob with frustration. But then he's moving, flipping us over so I'm straddling his hips, his thick cock standing proud between us.
“You want more?” he growls, hands gripping my waist. “Then show me. Show me how much you want this dick. Ride me, baby.”
I position myself over him, sinking down slowly until he's fully seated inside me. The stretch is delicious, my body accommodating his size with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain and making me gasp.
“That's it,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “Take all of it. This cock is made for your pussy.”
When I'm fully seated, I pause, adjusting to his size. Hefeels impossibly deep in this position, touching places inside me that make my thighs quiver.
“Move,” he orders, slapping my ass lightly. “Show me how you ride what's yours.”
I rock my hips in a slow circle, feeling every inch of him inside me. My hands fan across his chest, fingers tracing the dark lines of his tattoos as I find my rhythm.
“You feel so good inside me,” I moan, grinding down harder.
Beckham's hands grip my hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into my flesh as he starts thrusting up to meet my movements. The force of it makes my breasts bounce, and his eyes darken as he watches them.
“Look at you,” he growls, one hand leaving my hip to roughly palm my breast. “So fucking pretty on top of me. Like a goddamn queen on her throne.”
I lean forward, changing the angle so his lower body presses against my clit with each movement. The pressure is so fucking good.
He pulls me down for a kiss that's possessive and demanding. My hair comes loose from my bun as he fists his hand in it.
“Mine,” he growls against my mouth, his hips snapping up with enough force to make me cry out. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.”
I brace myself against his inked chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath my palms as I ride him harder. Sweat glistens on his skin, making the designs shine in the dim light.
“And you're mine,” I counter, digging my nails into his pecs. “This body, this dick—all mine.”
His eyes flash. In one swift movement, he sits up,still buried deep inside me, and wraps an arm around my waist to hold me tight against him.
“You want to claim me, baby?” His voice is low and edgy. “Then take what's yours.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, using the leverage to grind down harder on him. In this position, he's impossibly deep, hitting perfectly with every thrust.
Beckham's grip tightens, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, possessing. “This is where I belong,” he growls. “Buried so deep inside you that you can't tell where I end and you begin.”
My walls clench around him at his words.
“Fuck yes,” I moan as his cock hits that spot that makes my vision blur. “So fucking deep.”
Beckham grips my ass with both hands, spreading me wider as he thrusts up hard enough to make me see stars. “You know what I fucking want?” he growls against my neck, his breath hot and heavy. “Want to fill this tight pussy with my cum.”
“Yes,” I gasp, riding him faster, chasing that building pressure. “Fucking fill me up.”
“Not just tonight,” he says, his voice dropping to something dangerous and possessive. “Want to put my baby in you.”
The words send a shock of heat straight to my core. I should be terrified, should be pulling away, but instead I grind down harder, taking him impossibly deeper.
