Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Beck
Waking up next to Sloan in my bed feels different today than it did waking up yesterday in her bed at Sutton’s.
Sloan’s curled up in the tiniest ball on her side facing the window in my apartment bedroom. Her hands tucked under her head like in prayer as she sleeps peacefully.
I can’t help but stare at her.
Her slender leg pokes out of the covers at the end of the bed.
Long black hair fanned out around her head like a halo, on the pillow we share together. Porcelain skin, not a tattoo in sight. So different from Sutton, yet it doesn’t cause an ache in my chest to think that anymore.
Sloan’s blonde lashes flutter softly against her closed eyes as if she’s in a deep sleep dreaming. It’s always been a conundrum to me that her eyes are such a unique light purple and surrounded by light blonde lashes, when her hair is jet black.
Tucking my left arm under my head on the pillow, I continue to watch Sloan sleep, as I draw small circles on her hip with my right hand. I trace my fingers along her soft skin, slowly rousing her from sleep.
Sloan lets out the tiniest little groan before rolling toward me.
“Hi.” Sloan smiles sweetly at me. Her eyes still slightly closed.
“Hi, baby,” I lean down and press my lips gently to hers, continuing to run my fingers along her skin. I gently trail my fingers on her toned stomach, where my shirt rides up on her.
“Mmm…that feels so good.”
“How do you feel about staying in bed all day, Little Dove?” I ask, nipping her ear with my teeth.
“I like that idea.”
“I want to taste you. I want to fuck you on every surface of this apartment. I want you naked and mine to pleasure, Little Dove. All. Fucking. Day,” I growl, crawling over top of Sloan.
Sloan’s eyes finally pop open and she smirks at me.
She must see the confusion on my face at her smirk because she wiggles below me just the slightest bit. Pulling my shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. “Yes, boss.”
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp before slamming my mouth down on hers. Biting her lip, Sloan moans in my mouth, giving me access to slide my tongue into hers. Swirling my tongue with hers. Giving her a preview of how I’m going to make her my breakfast, lunch, and dinner today.
Pulling away, I sit back on my feet. “I want to try something. Do you trust me, Sloan?”
Sloan gives me doe eyes and the sweetest smile. Not even a trace of fear. “Yes.”
That one word has my heart soaring.
“Will you touch yourself for me?” I ask, my eyes never leaving hers. “I want to see how you like to be touched.”
Sloan sits up beside me. Reaching her arms up over head stretching. The sheets falling, giving me the perfect view of her tits. She kicks the blankets down the bed over my legs. Leaving herself completely exposed for me.
I barely hold back a groan at how sinful her body is.
“Only if you stroke yourself for me. Show me how you like to be touched, Beckett.” Sloan licks her lips.
Fuck me. Little minx.
Standing up from the bed, I pull my boxer briefs down my legs. I watch as Sloan’s eyes map every inch of my body, setting my skin on fire with one single look.
Gripping the sheets, I throw them on the floor and sit back on the edge of the bed facing Sloan. She scoots back against my headboard.
Our eyes meet and hold for just a couple seconds before Sloan drops her knees open, running her fingers over her collarbones. She gently traces them down over her nipples, then her stomach, halting right before she grazes her pussy.
Leaning back on the bed, I tell her, “Eyes on me, Little Dove.” I grip my cock in my hand and start stroking it.
Sloan takes the encouragement, rubbing small circles on her clit. Her eyes never leaving mine.
“Mmm. Such a good girl. How wet are you for me baby?” I ask, stroking myself.
Sloan runs her fingers through her folds, pressing two fingers inside of herself. She lets out the smallest whimper.
“I need to hear you, baby,” I encourage, groaning as I clutch the tip of my cock.
Sloan pulls her fingers out of herself, stroking her clit again. Then places each one into her mouth, slowly running her tongue around them. Tasting how delectable she is, never breaking eye contact with me, before diving her fingers back into her pussy.
“Such a good fucking girl. My good girl.”
I’m so fucking turned on.
Her eyes flutter closed as she uses her other hand to tug on her nipples. She moans and I watch as the muscles in her thighs flex.
“Give me those eyes, baby,” I demand.
“Mmm. Yes, Daddy,” Sloan moans. Her eyes open wide at her slip-up as she covers her mouth with her hand, staring at me completely frozen.
Fuuuck.
“Don’t fucking stop. Come for Daddy,” I growl while pulling and tugging on my cock harder. I’m so close to coming myself. I refuse to come before my girl though.
She starts to rub her clit even harder. Sliding two fingers into her pussy with her other hand. Sloan’s body bucks as her orgasm crashes into her.
“Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby?” I ask, stroking myself as I get up and walk over to her.
“Mmm… Paint me with it, please,” Sloan mewls.
Doing as my girl asks, I paint her tits and stomach with my cum. Groaning at how good it feels to mark her perfect skin.
Sloan runs her fingers through it.
Smirking up at me.
Fuuuck… So fucking sexy.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” I groan, biting my fist at the sight of her. A perfect canvas painted with my cum. I reluctantly walk out of the bedroom, to go grab a warm washcloth.
I come back in to Sloan’s lying sprawled out on my bedsheets, looking like a fucking angel.
I gently wipe my cum off of her. Grabbing the sheets off of the floor, I crawl back into bed next to her and pull her close to me. I cover us up as she rests her head on my chest.
“You did so good, baby.” I kiss her head.
Sloan’s so quiet for a few minutes. Not saying a word. I’m worried I pushed her too far.
“Baby…”
“I’m okay,” she whispers.
“You’re being too quiet. If I did something… Please tell me. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did.”
“You didn’t do anything, Beck. I-I can’t believe I called you Daddy. I have no idea where that came from. I’m just embarrassed.” Sloan tucks her head, refusing to meet my eyes.
Tilting her chin up so she has to look in my eyes, I tell her, “You have nothing to be embarrassed of, Little Dove. When you say boss it’s cute, a little bratty but still obedient. But Daddy was fucking hot,” I admit.
“You swear?” Sloan asks shyly.
“I promise, baby.” I press my lips gently to hers, giving her a chaste kiss.
Pulling away, I roll over lying flat on my back. “Come here, Little Dove.”
“I am here.” Sloan looks confused.
“No. Come here,” I growl, pointing at my face.
“Pardon?”
“I still haven’t gotten to eat my breakfast yet. Be a good girl and come sit on my face. Now, Little Dove. Don’t make me ask again.”
Sloan sits up and leans forward on all fours and literally crawls her way over top of me.
Her hair falls around us, sheathing us in our own little bubble.
She sits her naked pussy on my abs just above my cock.
I’m not even inside her and I could erupt again.
I try to think of anything but how fucking beautiful she is, but I’m enamored.
“That’s not my face, baby.” I grab by the waist and drag her up my body until her perfect little pussy is just hovering over my mouth. “Sit.” I lift my head up, nipping at her inner thigh.
Sloan lets out a little squeal before she sits her sweet ass down on my face. Diving in, I swipe my tongue through her folds, pulling her clit in my mouth with my teeth, sucking on it hard.
Sloan lets out the sweetest little mewls and whimpers as I can continue to devour her. She reaches for the headboard to hold herself upright, panting hard above me.
I grip and knead her ass, spreading her wider for me. I can feel her legs starting to tremble around my head.
“Come for me, Little Dove,” I groan before sucking on her clit hard.
Sloan’s legs tremble as she squeezes my head with her thighs, screaming, “Beck.”
I lick her mess clean with my tongue, making sure I don’t miss a drop of her. I scoot back, positioning myself so my back and head are slightly at an angle.
“Will you…?” I start to ask but Sloan knows what I want.
Sloan wraps her hand around my cock, pumping me a few times. I’m throbbing in her hand when she lines it up with her pussy.
She’s soaked. I groan at the feel of her dripping down on my cock before she slides down and grips me so fucking tight.
Sloan starts to ride me. My face at perfect eye level with her tits as they bounce with every move. I thrust up as she bottoms out, holding her there for a second. I want her to feel full of me. Releasing her, Sloan clenches and continues to ride my cock, taking me deep.
The slightest bit of sweat coats her skin and I want to lick off every drop with my tongue.
I grip her tits, pulling and tweaking on her nipples.
Sloan groans and I feel her pussy flutter around me.
Running my fingers up to her neck, I gently wrap my hand around her throat. Sloan’s movements falter.
“I got you, baby. I promise not to hurt you.”
I continue to gently squeeze Sloan’s throat, her eyes meet mine again.
Trust mixed with the slightest hesitation before her movements pick up again.
The way she’s trusting me, makes me that much fucking harder for her.
I can feel my cock pulsing inside of her.
Pulling her toward me by the neck, I swipe my tongue over her lips, coaxing her to open for me.
I take her in a deep kiss, rubbing her clit, as she’s chasing her release.
“Baby I’m gonna come. Come for me.” I thrust upward, meeting her hard and deep with every movement, before we’re both falling over the edge.
Sloan’s body slumps forward with my cock still semi hard inside of her. We just lay there, coming down from the high.
Moving Sloan’s hair to the side, I press gentle kisses to her shoulder. Rubbing small circles on her lower back as I hold her against me. “Such a good girl for me.”
Her breathing evens out and I think she’s fallen asleep that is until her stomach makes a sound so loud causing her to giggle.
“Looks like my baby needs some food. What shall we order? ’Cause we aren’t leaving this bed for anything but a shower today.” I kiss her hair.
“Tacos!”
“Tacos it is, Little Dove.”
Anything for my girl.