Chapter 7 #2
Carefully, I lower myself to my knees beside the bed. I reach out slowly, my hand hovering inches from her thigh. This is insane. I'm losing my fucking mind over this girl.
My fingertips brush against the wet silk, and I nearly come in my pants at the contact.
Hennessy's breath hitches, and she shifts again, her hips lifting slightly toward my touch even in sleep. I freeze, waiting to see if she'll wake, but her breathing evens out again.
I wrap my fingers around the end of the tie, giving it the slightest tug. The silk slides against her swollen flesh, and she moans softly in her sleep, her legs spreading wider.
My other hand moves to adjust myself, pressing against my erection to relieve some of the pressure.
This is crossing a line. I should stop, but I’m already so far past any line that matters.
Leaning down, my face is inches from her sweet cunt. My breath ghosts over her smooth golden-brown skin, and she shifts again, legs spreading even wider like she’s inviting me in even while unconscious.
I wrap my fingers more firmly around the end of the tie, mesmerized by the way it glistens in the moonlight.
Slowly, I begin to pull, watching it slides out of her, inch by exquisite inch.
Her pussy clenches around it, trying desperately to keep it inside.
It's the most erotic fucking thing I've ever seen—her body fighting to hold on to my claim even in sleep.
“Mmm,” she moans softly, her hips shifting against the mattress. “Beckham...”
My name on her sleeping lips sends a jolt straight to my cock. I continue pulling, the wet silk sliding between my fingers as her body reluctantly surrenders it.
Her hips start rocking against the bed, small desperate movements as if she's chasing the sensation. The tie is halfway out now, and I can see my cum beginning to leak from her, coating her inner thighs with evidence of my claim.
“Please,” she whimpers, face pressed into the pillow. “Coach King...”
Fuck. Hearing her call me that while I'm between her legs makes me throb painfully against my zipper. I tug a little harder, and her legs spread wider in response, offering herself up to me even in unconsciousness.
The last few inches slide free, and her pussy spasms around nothing, desperately empty now. I hold the tie up, examining it in the moonlight. It's soaked through.
Bringing it up to my nose, I inhale deeply.
She's grinding against the mattress now, her ass lifting slightly with each roll of her hips. The shirt has ridden up completely, exposing her to my hungry gaze. My cum is leaking from her in earnest now, a steady trickle that stains the sheets beneath her.
“No pares, por favor,” she whimpers, her hips working against the mattress more frantically now. “Beckham, please.”
Something in me snaps at the sound of her begging for me in her sleep. All rational thought evaporates as need takes over. I drop the soaked fabric onto the floor and grip her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks apart to fully expose her dripping cunt.
“Fuck it,” I growl under my breath before burying my face between her legs.
The first taste of her hits me like a drug—sweet and tangy and all fucking mine. I lick a long stripe from her clit to her entrance, tasting myself mixed with her arousal. She's so fucking wet, so ready, even in sleep.
“Oh god,” she moans, her hips bucking against my mouth. Her eyes remain closed, lost in whatever dream has her calling my name.
I devour her like a starving man, my tongue pushing into her.
My beard scratches against her sensitive flesh as I feast on her, and she responds by grinding back against my face, seeking more pressure.
“That's it,” I murmur against her cunt, “fuck my face, baby.”
She's still asleep, but her body knows what it wants. Her ass lifts higher, presenting herself to me like an offering. I slide my hands under her hips to support her weight as I continue my assault, my tongue circling her clit before plunging back into her heat.
“Coach,” she whimpers, face still buried in the pillow. “Need you.”
She's fucking herself on my tongue now, her movements becoming more desperate as she chases her pleasure. I grip her thighs tighter, holding her steady as I fuck her. She's close—I can feel it in the way her pussy flutters against my tongue, in the broken little sounds escaping her throat.
“That's it, princess,” I growl against her slick heat. “Give it to me.”
My beard is soaked with her arousal, my chin dripping as she floods my mouth with her sweetness.
Suddenly, her back arches sharply and she cries out, her pussy clenching violently.
Her release coats my face, hot and slick, as her hips jerk uncontrollably. I don't let up, working her through it, drinking down everything she gives me.
She's still trembling, little aftershocks running through her body as she settles back onto the mattress with a soft sigh.
I stand up, my knees protesting after being pressed against the hard floor. My cock is straining painfully, demanding attention. I unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper, freeing my aching shaft. It springs out, rock hard and leaking at the tip.
The bed dips as I climb onto it, positioning myself behind her. I grip my cock, guiding it to her entrance where she's still dripping from her orgasm. The head of my dick slides through her folds, collecting her slickness.
“So fucking perfect,” I whisper, watching the way her body responds to me even in sleep. I press just the tip inside her, feeling her pussy grip me hungrily.
Instead of pushing all the way in, I pull back out, wrapping my fist around my shaft. I start to stroke myself, the head of my cock resting against her entrance, teasing us both. Each upstroke brings me closer to the edge.
My grip tightens as I feel the pressure building at the base of my spine. I'm so close, right on the edge.
The visual is obscene—my angry red cockhead stretching her pink flesh just enough to tease but not penetrate fully.
My balls tighten as my orgasm approaches. I keep the head of my cock pressed against her opening, my hand working furiously. When I finally tip over the edge, I push just slightly deeper, making sure every drop of my release shoots directly into her waiting cunt.
My cum floods her, some of it immediately leaking back out around my cock and onto the sheets. I milk myself with slow strokes, making sure she gets every last drop.
When I'm finally spent, I carefully pull out, watching with fascination as a thick stream of white follows. Her pussy is overflowing with my seed now, unable to contain it all.
I can't help myself. I push back in with three shallow thrusts, forcing my cum deeper into her.
The thought of it traveling up into her womb, maybe even reaching her cervix and taking root there, makes my cock twitch despite just coming.
Something primal and possessive roars through me at the image of her belly swollen with my child.
“Fuck,” I whisper, finally pulling out completely and resting my still-hard cock between the soft globes of her ass. My hands can't stop touching her, palming and kneading the supple flesh beneath my fingers.
She's perfect. Every fucking inch of her. I trace the dimples at the base of her spine with my thumbs, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
I thought I was fucked before, when all I did was want her from a distance. But now? Now that I've had her, tasted her, filled her up? I'm completely fucking ruined.
I lean down and press a kiss to the small of her back, tasting the salt on her. “Mine,” I whisper against her flesh.
Getting up off the bed, I tuck myself away before I pull the covers up over her.
I need to go back to my room and get at least an hour of sleep before I go put my boys through hell.