Chapter 21 #2
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.
“You'd look so fucking perfect,” he continues, one hand moving to press against my lower belly. “Swollen with my baby. Everyone would know who you belong to.”
“Beckham,” I whimper, my walls clenching around him at the filthy words.
“You want that?” He thrusts up brutally, making me cry out. “Want me to breed this pussy? Make you mine forever?”
“Yes,” I admit, the word torn from my throat. “Fuck yes.”
His eyes darken to nearly black. “Say it,” he demands, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cum,” I pant, my filter completely gone. “Want you to fill me up. Put your baby in me. I wanna make you a daddy.”
He flips us suddenly, pinning me beneath him without breaking our connection. His weight presses me into the mattress as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider.
“Gonna fuck you so deep,” he promises, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. “Gonna make sure it takes. Fuck your birth control.”
I'm beyond words now, just desperate moans and pleas falling from my lips as he pounds into me. The new angle has him hitting spots that make my toes curl and my back arch.
“Wanna tie you to me so you can never fucking leave,” he growls, his rhythm growing erratic. “Want to watch you ride my cock with that belly all round and full. And you know what?”
“What?” I gasp, feeling my orgasm approaching like a freight train.
“I'll let you fucking decorate for every holiday,” he promises, his voice strained. “Christmas, Easter, fucking Arbor Day—I don't care. Just as long as you're mine.”
The thought of Beckham—stoic, grumpy Beckham Kingston—surrounded by holiday decorations just to keep me happy pushes me right to the edge.
Beckham lowers his head, his mouth latching onto my nipple. He sucks hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before biting down just enough to make me jolt beneath him.
“Fuck,” he growls against my breast, his cock still jackhammering into me. “Can't wait to see these full of milk. Gonna suck them dry every night when you're carrying my baby.”
The filthy words hit me like a lightning bolt, and I'm coming instantly—my pussy clamping down on him so tight he hisses through his teeth. My back arches off the bed as pleasure rips through me, tearing a scream from my throat.
“That's it,” Beckham groans, his rhythm faltering. “Squeeze my fucking dick.”
His hips stutter, brows furrow as he pulses inside me. He doesn’t stop, just keeps thrusting, grinding his pelvis against mine.
“Gotta get it all in there,” he pants, his face twisted with pleasure. “Push it right into your cervix.”
His strong hands grab my thighs, pushing them wider until I'm completely spread open for him. The position is obscene, vulnerable, and so fucking hot I can barely breathe.
“Need you open like this,” he growls, staring down at where we're connected.
His thumb finds my clit, mercilessly flicking it as he continues pumping his hips. I'm oversensitive, every nerve ending on fire, but the pain-pleasure is addictive.
“Give me another one,” he demands, pressing harder on my clit. “Want your pussy to suck up every drop of my cum. Your body knows what it needs.”
“I can't,” I whimper, my thighs trembling uncontrollably. “Too much—”
“You can,” he insists, his voice brooking no argument. “And you will. Come on my cock again, Hennessy.”
His fingers work magic while his dick continues its relentless assault on my G-spot. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, and I feel another orgasm building impossibly fast.
“That's it,” he encourages, watching my face contort. “Feel yourself getting tighter? It's trying to pull me deeper.”
“Fuck, Beckham,” I sob, my nails leaving crescents in his shoulders. “I'm gonna—”
The second orgasm hits even harder than the first. My vision blurs, spots dancing behind my eyelids as pleasure tears through me like a hurricane.
Beckham groans, his head dropping to my shoulder as he grins. His weight pins me to the mattress in the most satisfying way.
“Beckham,” I finally say when I can form words again, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. “You know it doesn't work like that.”
His chest rumbles with a chuckle against mine. “I know, baby. But let me be fucking delusional for a bit until I can convince you to get off birth control.”
We both laugh, the tension from earlier completely dissolved. He pulls out slowly, and I feel his cum immediately start to leak out of me. The sensation makes me shiver.
Beckham rolls over onto his back, tugging me against his side. His fingers thread through my hair, stroking gently in a way that contradicts how roughly he just fucked me.
“I know this is another mixed fucking signal,” he says, his voice low and serious.
“But tonight pushed me over the edge. Seeing that punk with his hands on you...” He tightens his grip in my hair for a moment, then relaxes.
“I don't want slow anymore, Hennessy. I want fast and messy and for you to belong to me. No one fucking else.”
I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him.
“I'm tired of being the morally right guy,” he continues. “I've spent a long time trying to do the right thing, keep my distance, not corrupt you. But I don't give a fuck anymore. I want you, all of you, and I don't care who knows it.”
“Even my dad?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
His jaw tightens. “Your dad's gonna hate my guts either way. Might as well give him a real reason.”
I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. “So what are you saying? You want to go public? No more sneaking around?”
“I'm saying I want you to be mine, officially,” he says, his hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively. “I want to take you out and not give a fuck who sees us together. I want to fucking claim you, Hennessy.”
The raw honesty in his voice makes my chest tight. This is what I've wanted since the beginning—not just the sex, but him. All of him.
“What changed your mind?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Watching that kid touch you.” His voice drops to a growl. “Seeing how easily someone else could step in and take what's mine. I'm done pretending I don't want to mark every inch of you as my territory.”
His fingers trace the red blooms on my skin from his beard and fingertips. “These are just the beginning.”
“Possessive much?” I tease, but my body is already responding to his words.
His eyes meet mine, dark and intense. “Yes. I want you. All of you. Not just when it's convenient or when we can hide it. I want you in my bed every night. Want to wake up with you every morning.”
My heart stutters in my chest. “Beck. I like this side of you,” I admit, leaning down to nip at his bottom lip. “The one that takes what he wants.”
His hands slide up my bare back, tracing my spine with a possessiveness that makes me shiver. “You have no fucking idea how long I've wanted this,” he says, voice rough with emotion. “How many nights I've lain awake thinking about you.”
“Tell me,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the pulse point in his neck. “Tell me how long you've wanted me.”
Beckham's hands tighten on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me closer. “Since before I should have,” he admits, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “Since the first fucking time I saw you.”