Chapter 41 #2
“You fucked me so hard, so well earlier, of course I’m sore.
But not sore enough to stop,” I admitted, and I didn’t stop.
“I need you. I need this.” I reached between us and slipped my hand inside his sweatpants.
My fingers closed around his hot shaft, and he let out a low curse as I tugged his waistband just low enough to free him.
There was an urgency to my movements. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath. I felt empty and needy.
Notching him at my entrance, I held his gaze as I slowly slid down. The first few seconds, he always felt impossibly big. The stretch unimaginable and consuming and so good. I didn’t stop until our hips met, and I could feel him nudging that spot deep inside me.
I let go of his cock and braced both of my hands against the side of his neck, reveling in the way his jaw went slack as I tilted his head back to look up at me.
“Is someone craving a little control?” he asked, and I nodded as I began to move.
His hands pushed up his T-shirt and tightened around the small of my waist, guiding me up and down his shaft. But I was still in control, and I kept my movements slow and measured. I wanted to feel every ridge, every vein, every muscle in his pretty cock as I drew him closer and closer to the edge.
“I just wanted to ride Daddy’s cock. Is that so bad?”
“No, baby girl, it’s never bad. You can ride my cock whenever you please. If I use you for my own pleasure, you can always use me.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, leaning forward and brushing my lips against his. For once, Beckett let me lead the kiss as I ground myself back and forth over him. I slipped my tongue against his and tasted the toothpaste and whiskey on his breath.
God, it felt so good. My knees dug into the leather beneath us, and I lost myself in him. It was so easy to do when I knew he was a soft place to land. I trusted him and was so lost my filter disappeared, and my last thought tumbled out of my mouth.
“I trust you,” I whispered. “With my heart.”
Realizing what I said, and the truth of my words, I leaned back and peered down at Beckett. The change in position pushed his cock deeper inside me, and my eyelids fluttered at the pressure and size.
Beckett’s large hands slipped higher up my waist, and I reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it over my head and dropping it to the ground beside us.
His palms were warm just beneath my breasts, and I loved the way he looked at me.
Like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and the most special person in his life.
Steadying myself with my hands against his shoulders, Beckett leaned forward. His hand tangled in the back of my hair and tugged, forcing my head to drop back. My pussy clenched in appreciation of his demanding touch, and Beckett groaned against my jaw.
I liked my moment of control, but my baser instincts desired his dominance.
His lips continued to blaze a trail down my neck, over my birthmark, and between my breasts. One hand still in my hair, the other wrapped around my waist, he urged me to move. He flexed his palm against my lower back, and I dragged my hips back and forth, grinding down on his thick length.
“You can always trust me,” he murmured against my breast. “Your heart is precious, baby girl. It’s safe with me.”
He punctuated his words by wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking until pleasure speared down my stomach and directly to my clit.
With his brutal grip on my hair, I murmured curse words toward the ceiling between desperate panted breaths.
Every time I bounced on his cock, each movement was needier than the last. Done with slow and easy, his words ignited a hot desire.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I rode him hard. He released his hold on my hair, and I dropped my head back down, watching him grasp my breast and circle his tongue around my nipple.
I ran my fingers through his hair and shifted forward.
I slipped up his cock until only his thick head was stretching me open, and I paused a moment before I slammed back down.
Beckett fell back in the chair, his head hitting the leather behind him, and the most toe-curling groan slipped from his lips.
My hips dragged up and down his cock in a brutal pace that propelled us both toward that ecstasy.
I could feel it and brush it with my fingertips, but then I looked down at Beckett, and it was there.
It was on top of me and bearing down with its full force.
The honesty and warmth in his eyes was enough to send me freefalling into him.
My orgasm spurred Beckett’s, but his attention stayed fixed on me as we both gave ourselves over to the pleasure.
And with the euphoria, another feeling expanded in my chest. It made me lightheaded and took my breath away.
I knew later I would analyze and fret over what that feeling meant, but in that moment, I could only let it wash over me.
How big and warm it felt. How it was way too early to be feeling it, but I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do about it either.