Chapter 26
This fucking woman.
This infuriating, insecure, beautiful, goddess of a woman really thought that I didn’t want her after everything? The fuck if I was going to let her walk away. She thought my being patient and understanding was me not wanting her? The hell with waiting anymore then. I wasn’t gentle when I kissed her. I was devouring her mouth. I wasn’t letting her come up for air and her whimpers just drove me on.
My hands found her waist, and pushed gently, never breaking the kiss. I moved her away from the wall and backwards, down the dark hallway, running into the opposite wall and knocking pictures askew.
“You better say right fucking now if you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me inside you,” I said staring down into her eyes as we went through my bedroom doorway, “because I’m fucking done being a gentleman.”
She just blinked at me, her pupils blown wide, but she didn’t say no and she didn’t speak up. So I took her mouth again, harder, sliding my hands up under her shirt and pulling it off. She was so soft and warm everywhere I felt too big or hard. I reached around unhooking her bra, tugging it off and throwing it somewhere behind me before gently pushing her back onto the bed.
She looked up at me, braced on her elbows, as I reached behind me with one arm and pulled my shirt off.
“You’ve got about ten seconds to the point of no return, Becks,” I panted, watching her breathe just as hard as I was. The light from the moon, trickling through the skylight above my bed, illuminated her below me. She was topless, and her nipples were already hard, begging for my mouth. I gritted my teeth, holding myself back from pouncing on her. She shook her head, barely noticeable, to tell me she didn’t want me to stop.
“You want me?” I asked, unfastening my belt with one hand, slowly pulling it out of the loops, maintaining eye contact.
She nodded, licking her lower lip.
“Need your words,” I responded.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I reached over pulling her closer to the edge of the bed by her ankles and yanked her shoes and socks off. I grasped the waistband of her leggings and panties tugging until she was naked, bare before me. I couldn’t even take a full breath. She was more beautiful than I’d imagined, and I allowed myself to take her in. She thought she was fat, that fuck of a man had convinced her that her body was undesirable. She was a curvy goddess and I wanted to worship her.
She closed her legs and made to cover herself from me as I kicked my own shoes and socks off.
“Nope,” I said, grabbing her shins and pulling her legs back apart. “You don’t get to hide from me,” I said, hitting my knees and moving her legs over my shoulders.
I crowded in as close as I could, licking up her core in one long motion, causing her to arch off the bed and clench the covers beside her. I wasn’t going to be slow or gentle. She needed to know how badly I wanted her. Needed her. I drove my tongue inside her, groaning at the taste swirling it around. Fucking her with it.
“Lucas!” she cried out.
“That’s it. You keep saying my name while you ride my tongue, beautiful,” I said, my lips sliding against her lower ones, sliding through her wetness. I slid one of my thick fingers deep inside her, crooking it, searching for the spot that made her thighs shake for me.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me, Becks. Tell me who it's all for. Why are you dripping, sweetheart?” I asked , thrusting my finger in and out of her. She was so fucking tight and hot around my finger, her pussy clenching, trying to keep it deep inside her when I withdrew it.
“Lucas!”
“Fucking tell me who makes you drip, Rebecca. Who the fuck makes you this wet?” I demanded, driving my finger deeper, circling it.
“YOU!” she cried, sobbing.
I continued rocking my hand against her, in and out to the knuckle, and added a second finger, scissoring them. I closed my lips around her clit, sucking hard. She came up off the bed, tightening her thighs around my head as she came, and I didn’t back off. I kept licking and sucking as she shuddered down from her high. When her body calmed, I continued, lashing at her sensitive clit with my tongue repeatedly until she gasped for me to stop.
“No,” I said. “Again.”
This wasn’t soft or gentle. This was desperation. I was desperate for her to know she couldn’t run. I was keeping her. She was mine and this was my claim.
“Lucas, I can’t…”
“You can. And you fucking will. Be a good girl for me. Stop fighting this. Stop fucking denying it. Stop arguing.”
I added a third finger, finding the fleshy spot inside of her, rubbing it hard and fast. It had her thighs tightening, hips jerking, a flood of fresh wetness covering my fingers.
“Oh God!” she cried.
“There it is,” I said before resuming ministrations on her clit. Her entire body was trembling, I pressed harder against her G-spot as I sucked at her clit ravenously, working my jaw to give her what she needed.
“Lucas…I...”
“Give it to me,” I growled against her clit, “Be a good girl and cum for me, Becks,” I demanded.
She shattered again, practically screaming with sobs as her orgasm ripped through her.
I sucked her through it as I undid my jeans, shoving them and my boxer briefs down in one motion before she’d fully come back from her orgasm. I grabbed her hips pushing her further up the bed so her legs weren’t dangling off anymore and covered her with my body, my hips between her thighs.
I reached down, grabbing my length, groaning and squeezing the base of my cock. I centered the tip against her, rubbing it through her wetness. Looking down I watched the tip of my cock leak more pre cum and I rubbed it into her, claiming what was mine.
Pushing between her folds at her entrance. Her hands slammed down on my shoulders, holding on tight, coming back to herself, as I looked down at her.
“Tell me you want this,” I begged.
“I want this,” she whispered, eyes huge, staring up at me.
I pushed in just a few inches, and she arched, moaning as I stretched her.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” I groaned, clenching my jaw. I let my hand slide down her thigh, soothing, lifting it up around my hip pushing in further. I glanced down, watching my cock stretch her.
Jesus. Halfway there, my eyes found hers again. Sweat beading on my forehead. It was taking everything in me not to thrust inside her to the hilt.
“Relax,” I breathed, reaching between us, finding her clit with my thumb and stroking it gently.
She moaned, her nails biting into my shoulders, as I pushed deeper, “Just a little more.”
“Little more?” she gasped, staring up at me “I can’t…Lucas…you’re too big.”
My thumb stopped its movement, my hand coming up to circle her throat, squeezing. The other hand clenching the sheet beside her head.
“You can. You will. You can take me. You were fucking made for me,” I growled, pushing in, bottoming out in her, groaning, as her heat took me all the way, squeezing tight.
She whimpered softly, moaning at the end. One of her hands flew up, slapping the headboard bracingly.
I unclenched my teeth, “You with me?” I asked softly, grinding my hips against hers, pushing deep.
She nodded, breathless, looking up at me trustingly.
“I’m moving,” I said, beginning to thrust, gently.
Her whole body seemed to relax, but her thighs tightened around mine.
“Lucas,” she moaned, softly.
“What, baby girl?” I asked, kissing up the side of her neck.
“Does my cock feel good, baby? God, you’re so tight and wet for me,” I panted against her lips.
“Tell me this isn’t right, Becks. Tell me this doesn’t feel like forever,” I said, snapping my hips hard, thrusting deep with each stroke.
“Shit. Lucas. Please!” She begged, her nails digging into my back, her other hand pressing against the headboard as leverage to thrust harder against me.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I raised up, looking down at her face. I glanced down between our bodies, watching myself slide in and out of her. “Look at us, Rebecca. Look how well you take me.”
I watched her look down and she moaned at the image we created. My length stretching her wide.
Fuck. This woman. I couldn’t hold back any more, my hips starting to piston against hers at a rapid pace. My mouth crashed down meeting hers, our tongues mimicking what our bodies were doing.
Her thighs were starting to shake again, her pussy tightening trying to keep me inside on every stroke out. I could feel every flutter of her inner walls. It felt perfect, finally getting to feel the sensation where I longed for it, instead of just against my tongue or fingers.
“I need you to come for me, Becks,” I said, breathless, bracing a hand on the top of the headboard, gripping it, using it to thrust harder.
She arched her back under me, right on the edge. “Lucas. I …God…”
“I know, baby,” I said, reaching down with a free hand and rubbing her clit, “Come for me. One more time.”
Her hips were moving against mine, grinding. I leaned down, gently mouthing her nipple, licking at the peaked bud, before biting down.
Becks shattered again, squeezing me deeper inside of her.
I growled, slamming home a few more times before I followed her off the edge of the world.