I nodded again, breath quickening as he stepped into me. He thrust forward, sliding through the ring of my lips then deeper… slow, slow, slow, all the way down. My throat constricted around the head of his cock, and I garbled a moan. Beck pulled harder on my hair, dragging me forward until my nose buried in his base. Wisps of soft hair tickled me as I tasted, smelled, and felt him all at once. It was sumptuous.
My lashes fluttered, I gagged, and tears began to well. Then he drew back and fucked into me, slamming down hard. The second snap of his hips rattled my brain, and spit foamed at the corners of my mouth.
I stared up at Beck, limp and letting him direct me. He told me I was beautiful, and I thought about how he was too. Striking and powerful when he controlled me like this, like he owned me, and maybe I wanted him to. Maybe I wanted to be his slut instead of Maslow’s. His to touch and use and fuck…
I groaned again as Beck bottomed out, suffocating me with his dick. If I could have told him all that, I would have. I would have taken his praise and given him promises.
I’ll be good.
I’ll be yours.
Feed me, fill me, front to back.
Beck’s finger dragged through the wet tracks on my cheek, collecting the moisture he then brought to his mouth. When his tongue snaked out to lick off the salt of my tears, I let out a whine. I wanted those wet digits inside me, fucking me open. I wanted him in every hole, all at once.
If not him, then something. Anything.
Tilting forward, I wiped under my chin, coating my fingers with the drool collecting there.
Beck slowed his thrusts as I met his gaze again. His golden eyes came into focus as he watched me slide my hand under the snug fabric of my leggings, moving toward my empty hole.
I wasn’t sure how much he could see, but when my fingertip prodded my puckered entrance, lust dropped like a curtain over us. I exhaled, wheezing past the dick lodged in my throat and pressing inward with my finger. The muscle tensed, squeezing so snugly I couldn’t imagine how Beck’s cock ever fit.
“That’s it,” Beck cooed from overhead. “Keep going.”
The pressure made me whine, and Beck tugged on my hair, maneuvering me forward then back as he picked up his tempo again.
My body rocked while I worked my finger inside, twisting and curling to find the spot that made my nerve endings come alive. I’d barely brushed it when Beck’s other hand collared my throat, trapping my head in a sharp upward angle while he plunged down my throat.
“Another.” His fingertips kneaded my neck. “You can take another.”
Arching up, I pulled out enough to press a second finger to my entrance. I was leaking so much slick that both digits slid past the knuckles and notched inside.
My chest heaved, skin tingled, everythingached, and I needed… I neededhim. To feed me, yes. To see the demon in me and not shy away. The hunger I feared, he abated. He protected me from the appetite that on so many days seemed determined to consume me.
“Fuck yourself,” Beck murmured, and I flushed at the lewd command. “Let me hear you moan.”
With a twist of my digits, I was through, crying out around his cock while hot, sticky cum soaked my underwear. My petering cry was choked by Beck’s rhythmic thrusts as he fucked me through my orgasm, holding me by my hair and throat until my body sagged. Saliva bubbled over his shaft and roped down to paint my sweatshirt.
The world sparkled as bright as Las Vegas Boulevard as my hand slid out of my fluttering hole. Beck’s dick plunged impossibly deep, and I gagged again, breathless but unwilling to draw back. Lust saturated the air, making everything feel dense and weighty, and I was floating in the middle of it.
I didn’t pull away, but Beck did. As soon as his dick left my mouth, I thrust my fingers in its place, licking the slick off my skin then suckling.
“Beauty.” Beck released his hold on my hair and knelt before me. “Zephyr…”
There was something unfamiliar in his eyes. I couldn’t discern it with my vision blurred and my body racked with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
After a long, quiet moment, Beck broke our visual lock and lifted the hem of my shirt to wipe the saliva from my neck and chin. His hand shifted to palm my nape instead, holding me steady as he dried beneath my eyes.
Once I was clean, he continued to raise my shirt until I pulled my hand out of my mouth and let him strip me. The shirt was tossed aside, then he laid me back on the dense pile rug. His touches were tender as he tugged off my shoes and socks, then moved to my pants. The waistband rolled down to reveal my limp cock, drenched in the aftermath of my release.
Beck hummed at the sight. “Such a pretty mess.”
My pulse gathered speed, and my cock twitched with renewed interest as Beck shed his shirt and tugged off his shoes and pants, then piled everything atop my discarded clothes. When he was fully naked, I studied him. Absorbed him.
He called me Beauty, but what could I call him besides his name? There must have been a way to explain what hewas to me, what I saw in him, but I couldn’t think of anything that fit. I couldn’t think of anything at all as he crept toward me, taking my knees in his hands and folding them up against my chest.
I must have looked obscene with my thighs gaping wide in invitation, but I couldn’t think about that either while Beck positioned himself at my entrance.
