“Eyes on me,” he snarled. “I want to watch you take every inch. Watch the pain and pleasure ripple over your face as I wreck your snug little pussy. Watch those pretty blue eyes dilate just before you shatter all over my cock.”
Heavenly lifted her heavy lids and locked stares with Beck. Her heart leapt. His eyes were nearly black, and the slow smile that tugged his lips did absolutely nothing to comfort her.
He was going to wreck her tonight, and he was going to love every minute of it.
She would, too, knowing that she was giving him exactly what he needed.
That knowledge unlocked something inside her—deep and primal and femininely fundamental. They’d taught her to embrace her submission—to crave it, to sink into it, to revel in it.
But this was different. Clearer. Her submission wasn’t something she did strictly for her own peace. Tonight, it was her gift to them.
And watching Beck take it—watching him reclaim himself through her body—filled her with something fiercer than mere pleasure.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Good girl. Don’t look away. No matter what I do, you keep your eyes on me. Understood?”
“Yes.” She nodded, a desperate bob of her head. “Yes, Sir.”
He withdrew nearly all the way in a molasses stroke that had her mewling and aching. Before she could recover, before she could even find the words to plead again, he thrust deep.
Hard.
To the hilt.
Heavenly bowed her back and screamed.
Fire razed through her veins. Tingles skittered. Need pooled hot between her legs.
She gave herself over completely.
“Take all of him. Let him use you,” Seth urged, squeezing her nipples. “God, you look so damn beautiful.”
“And she feels so tight.” Beck settled into a powerful juggernaut of a rhythm. Deep. Banging. Unrelenting.
Beck’s feral tone blended with Seth’s growled praise, spilling over her like sandpaper and silk.
“Hmm. You’re squeezing my cock,” Beck huffed as he drilled her again. “Clamping down on me like you don’t want to let me go.”
“I don’t,” she cried out with a beseeching stare.
“He’s fucking you so good. Isn’t he, angel?” Seth taunted. “I know you like that.”
“Yes,” she groaned as Beck dragged his wide crest over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her. “I feel him everywhere. Stretching me. Filling me.”
“I’m claiming you, little girl,” Beck roared. “And I’m taking what’s mine.”
Jaw clenched, his thrusts turned faster, rougher, more demanding.
Seth’s fingers on her nipples were unrelenting—rolling, pinching, plucking—his breath hot on her neck as he watched Beck pound into her.
“She’s aching to please you, man,” Seth murmured. “She’s giving you everything. Heart. Mind. Body. And she’s surrendering all her sweet, sweet power.”
As if his words flipped some internal switch inside Beck, his rhythm turned punishing. Teeth bared, he strained, grunting with every surge inside her, hips bunching, back arching, as if being inside her wasn’t just pleasure, but biological imperative. He growled her name over and over.
And he kept proving how completely he owned her body and commanded her pleasure.
The fiery friction sent her reeling. Her head spun. Her breaths caught. Her orgasm tightened and coiled between her legs, building and swelling to something far beyond her control. She keened out, sharp cries that left her throat raw. And still, she didn’t stop.
“Don’t.” Beck’s fingers tightened around her wrists. “You don’t have my permission to come. You haven’t earned it.”
