Chapter 26 #3
“Show me, please,” Sloan whispers, never breaking eye contact with me in the mirror.
“Put your right knee on the bench and lean forward onto your elbows. Keep your left leg on the ground, legs spread me for baby.”
She gets into position and I step up behind her, towering over her. I tilt her head up, her eyes meeting mine, studying my every move.
“Good girl,” I whisper, stroking my hand gently down her back.
She melts into my touch.
Once I reach her pussy, I run my fingers through her folds, just to make sure she’s still ready for me. My Little Dove is soaked. Her body trembling.
Stroking myself a few times. “Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Beck.”
Lining up my cock with her center, I slowly push into her. Sloan’s so fucking tight, I barely make it in an inch.
“Relax, baby. I have you.” I spread her ass and spit down between her cheeks to my cock.
Her eyes go wide and flare with heat. She rocks back on me, taking me a little bit deeper. We both sigh and groan. Sloan spreads her left leg a little bit wider for me.
I run my hand up her back, massaging her shoulders gently to get her to relax onto me. Reaching for her hair, I wrap it in my right fist, tugging her head up so our eyes meet in the mirror, as I thrust deeper into her.
We both let out a deep moan, as I continue to move deeper and deeper until I bottom out inside of her. Sloan starts to grind her hips on my cock and her eyes fall to where we’re joined in the mirror. Watching as I slide in and out of her.
So fucking perfect.
“Harder, please,” Sloan begs.
I tug her hair harder, tilting her head to the side so I have access to her mouth. I slam my lips on hers, while I slam my cock harder inside of her soaking wet pussy. I give my Little Dove exactly what she asks for.
Licking and nipping my way down her neck. Sloan smells divine, like a field of lavender. My left hand digs into her hip, pulling her onto my cock, bouncing her up and down on it. Our eyes never leaving each other in the mirror.
Droplets of sweat form on our skin. I trace my tongue to taste every inch of her. I reach forward with my right hand cupping her breast, pinching and tugging on her nipples.
“Rub your clit for me, baby,” I grind out in her ear, as I bite her lobe.
Goose bumps pepper her skin.
“Mmm…does my good girl like that?”
“Yes, more please.” Sloan breathes, reaching between her legs. Her fingers graze my cock as she makes small circles on her clit. Her pussy starts to clench around my cock almost sending me over the edge.
“Eyes on me, Sloan, when you come,” I barely grind out before pulling her off my cock and flipping her over onto her back.
“Where do you want my cum, baby?” I ask, barely holding it together.
“Mmm… Inside me, please, Beckett.” Her words surprising me.
I bend her legs until her feet are almost behind her head, slamming into her once, twice, while stroking her little nub with my thumb. She explodes, her core clenching so hard, soaking me, setting off my own release.
I crash my lips down on hers as I fill her with my cum. My legs are quivering and Sloan’s trembling beneath me as I collapse forward on top of her. She’s still bent in half, so I try to hold up some of my weight with my elbows braced around her head.
“Fuck,” we both barely breathe out.
Sloan drops her legs, wrapping them around my waist as I’m still buried inside of her. I press my forehead to hers, just breathing her in.
“That was…” she whispers.
“You were incredible, Little Dove.” I kiss her forehead, her nose and then her lips.
Sloan’s face immediately drops when I stand up and grab my shorts off the floor.
Sloan is quiet as I scoop her up into my arms, carrying her to the showers in the locker room.
I maneuver her in my arms as I remove my shorts and reach into the stall to turn the showerhead on. Once the water temperature is hot enough, I step in under the spray of water.
Sloan stares up at me in silence, her eyes soft, dazed, as I gently set her down on her feet. She’s tracking my every move.
Squeezing my bodywash into my hand, I lather it before turning her away from me and rubbing her shoulders down to her toes. Massaging, washing, rinsing, and kissing as I go. Sloan melts under my touch.
“I don’t have the best shampoo here. I might have to wash your hair when we get home,” I whisper in her ear, kissing the side of her head. Just holding her in my arms under the water.
“Thank you, Beckett,” Sloan barely croaks out.
Turning her toward me, her eyes look glassy yet grateful. I gently stroke her cheek, kissing her lips gently.
I could kiss her forever…
Turning the water off, I grab us clean towels off of the rack next to the stall. Wrapping her up, I scoop her back up in my arms, carrying her out of the shower.
“You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know?” Sloan chuckles.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to, Little Dove.” I cradle her closer to my chest.
I place her back in the middle of the mat where we left her clothes. Pulling her sweater over her head and tugging her leggings back on. I go to put her shoes on but she swats my hand away, giggling.
“Beck, I can put my shoes on.”
“Just let me do it, Little Dove. What did I say about doing as I say?”
Sloan huffs, “Fine, boss.”
I get her sneakers on and tied, giving her a little swat on her ass before I tell her, “Hop on!”
“You have got to be kidding!” Sloan’s giggling now.
“Not kidding, get on, Little Dove, or else.” I smirk.
“Or else what, Beckett?”
“Or else I’m going to tickle you!”
Sloan squeals and goes to run off, but I snag her by the waist and go to carry her bridal style out of the gym but she stops me.
“Fine, fine. Put me down. I’ll climb on. You are not carrying me home like this, you caveman!” Sloan giggles.
“Good girl.” I lean forward, as she hops on my back.
I grip her under her thighs, boosting her up. Her arms wrap around my neck and she leans forward, kissing me just below my ear.
As I lock up the gym, I realize this girl never fails to make me smile.
“Take me home, caveman.” Sloan smacks my ass.
“Yes ma’am. Anything else?”
“Carbs! Please get us some carbs,” Sloan begs dramatically.
“Carbs it is, Little Dove.” I nibble the inside of her wrist around my neck.
As I carry Sloan to pick up pizza, she’s giggling about my caveman antics almost the whole way home.
My heart feeling whole for the first time since Sutton left.