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Selah
S leepovers at Beckett’s cabin are quickly becoming my favorite thing in the world. We always share delicious food, great conversation, and Beckett spoils me beyond belief.
Like right now, I’m lying in the clawfoot bathtub in his primary bathroom that he filled to the brim with bubbles, telling me not to move an inch, before leaving me and going across the house to read Edison his bedtime story. I lay my head back on the rolled towel he placed behind me, sighing contently as the warm water soothes my body.
A girl could get very used to this.
I hear a sound, and squint open one eye to see the man that I adore coming back inside, and his eyes immediately find mine. I sit up a little and his gaze falls down to where my breasts are covered in bubbles, and he smirks at me.
“Was Edi ok?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady as he walks closer to me.
His hair is no longer styled perfectly like it was earlier today, and a piece of it falls over his left eye. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I am around him, the intensity in those startling blue eyes of his always makes my head spin.
I can tell that he knows just what he does to me by the way he prowls over to me, like he’s been just marinating me inside this tub so he can have me for supper.
He sits down on the edge of the tub, his fingers dipping into the water to see if it’s still warm. “Edison is more than ok,” he finally responds, drying his fingers on his shorts. “He was so excited that you are staying over again tonight. Apparently he and I need to make you some pancakes for breakfast. His orders.”
I laugh, my heart warming at how thoughtful Edi always is, “He’s such a sweetheart,” I say, scooting back down in the water.
“He really is,” Beckett responds, leaning down to kiss me on the head. “Don’t you need your scarf for your hair, angel?”
I shake my head, smiling at his thoughtfulness. “Not yet. I will put it on when I go to sleep. I still have the one I left under the sink, right?”
He gets up and moves until he is standing behind me, “Of course, sweetheart, I didn’t move it,” he says, his fingers beginning to kneed into my shoulders.
My skin tingles under his touch, and I let out a heavy sigh. “That feels incredible, Beck. Thank you.”
“Good. That’s how I always want to make you feel,” he mumbles, kissing me on the neck as his magical fingers continue to release all of the knots in my shoulders.
I lean my head back, looking up at his handsome face, “Where did you find pink bubbles?” I ask.
He lifts an eyebrow, and shakes his head. “I can’t give away all of my secrets, now can I, angel?” he teases. “I knew you would like them, so I figured out how to get them here for you. Anything my girl likes, she gets.”
“I like it when you call me that,” I say, my smile wide, and uncontrollable.
He leans down to kiss the top of my head, “I like it too, sweet girl.”
He stands up and I turn to watch him, my eyes widening as he moves over to the shower, turning it on. He reaches behind him and pulls the back of his shirt up and over his head.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammer, as he hooks his thumbs into his shorts.
He smirks at me, discarding his shorts and tossing them on top of his shirt. “I’m going to get cleaned up just like you,” he answers casually, as he pulls off his briefs.
“Oh..” I mumble, my eyes dipping down to see his cock spring free from his briefs.
He smiles at my obvious ogling, and I continue to watch with rapt attention as his hand moves to his shaft, his fingers wrapping around it as he gives himself one long stroke.
I swallow the drool that’s gathering in my mouth as he opens the glass door and steps inside. The steam growing in the bathroom sadly fogs up some of my view through the glass, but I can still see just enough of his muscles and firm ass to have my pussy aching with want.
I slide my fingers between my legs as he sets to work lathering his tall, firm, body, but suddenly his head turns towards me, and I freeze. He opens the door and narrows his eyes at me, making my hand pause.
“Don’t even think about touching my pussy before I do,” he growls, sending me a warning glare.
I jerk my hand from between my legs, biting into my lip as I try to disappear behind the bubbles.
How the hell did he know what I was doing?
Did he put some kind of alarm up there with his tongue the other night?
I giggle at the thought, and he gives me another pointed look before retreating back into the shower.
I close my eyes and relax, and a few minutes later he comes out, wrapping a towel around his waist too quickly for my liking.
He grabs another towel and comes over to me, opening it up wide. “Time to get out pretty girl,” he orders, standing in front of the bathtub and holding the towel open for me.
I place my hands on the sides of the tub and lift myself up. He doesn’t try to hide the lust in his eyes as they skate over my body that’s half covered with bubbles, and half bare to him.
“I’m definitely storing this visual away for another time,” he mutters, making me laugh.
The corner of his mouth lifts as I step out of the tub. He wraps the plush towel around me, rubbing me gently as he secures me inside.
I sigh contently, looking up at him. “That was so nice, Beck. Thank you for spoiling me,” I say.
“You’re welcome, but I’m not done spoiling my girl yet,” he responds, leaning down to kiss me gently on the lips.
He puts his arm around my waist and breaks his lips from mine, then leads me out of the bathroom to his bed. He grabs a big throw pillow and places it on the bed. “Come here, angel. Lay on your stomach so I can finish your massage,” he instructs, motioning to the pillow.
I eye him suspiciously, but comply, going to lay down on the bed. His body moves over mine and he leans down to place a kiss in between my shoulder blades. “Just relax, beautiful.”
I listen to his request and let my body melt into the bed as he loosens my towel to rub my back. He works his magic just like he did on my shoulders. He works out knots that I didn’t even know existed with his strong hands.
A moan escapes me and he chuckles, “That good huh?”
“You have no idea,” I sigh happily, “If this whole technology mogul thing gets boring you can have a very lucrative career as a masseuse.”
“Hmm, so you wouldn’t mind me giving this service to other women?” he asks.
My eyes fly open, and I frown at him over my shoulder, “Maybe sticking to running Kade Technology is the best idea,” I grumble, retracting my joke.
He laughs, kissing me on the head, “These hands are only for you, Selah. Don’t worry,” he says.
He stops massaging me and moves to sit next to me. His expression is serious, and I hold the towel against me, moving to sit up, wondering why he is having a sudden shift in emotion.
His hands move to cup my face, and he looks into my eyes, “ All of me is only yours, Selah. My body, my mind, my heart. Everything,” he declares.
My pulse races wildly, and his thumbs move to caress my cheeks, “You have it all, angel. I love you.”
I blink back tears, my lips quivering as I try to find my voice, “I love you too, Beckett. I-I think I’ve been falling in love with you since the first moment I opened my door and let you in,” I respond.
A wide smile grows on his face, and his eyes light up. “Same, sweetheart. And it’s only grown deeper every day that we’ve been together,” he says.
I lean over and wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. He keeps our lips joined together, pulling me over until I’m sitting in his lap.
His mouth ravishes mine as he presses our bodies closer together, and a moan escapes me as his tongue finds mine. I squeal as he lifts me up bridal style, releasing my lips and smiling down at me.
He lays me down on my back this time, his gaze holding so much weight that my breath hitches.
I know for sure in this moment that the two of us were meant to find each other. Even though the circumstances that brought us together were disheartening, there has been so much beauty that has come from it all.
He moves his tatted hands to my towel, taking his time to slowly unwrap me like I’m a precious gift he’s been given.
He exposes my breasts and stomach first, inhaling a deep breath before removing the towel from around my hips and lower half of my body.
He lets the towel go, rubbing a hand down his face as his eyes light on fire. “I don’t think you truly understand just how beautiful you are, angel,” he rasps, running his finger over my cheek. “This perfect face.”
“And these gorgeous curls,” he continues, tracing his fingers over my hair.
He moves his mouth to my neck, placing kisses all the way down to my chest. “These beautiful tits,” he growls, wrapping his lips around my nipples one at a time.
I intake a breath, my hands thread through his hair as he continues his exploration and praise. “This stomach that was made to be kissed,” he whispers, moving his hands up my thighs. “These legs that I dream of being wrapped around my head. And this pussy..”
He looks up at me and his fingers delve between my legs. I feel his breath as he dips his head down, his fingers moving to spread me open for him. His head lowers until I feel his warm breath tingling against my wet skin.
“This pussy was made to be worshipped. And that’s what I intend to do for the rest of my life, angel.”
I cry out as his tongue delves between my folds, his groan vibrating over my pussy in delicious waves. He licks me and sucks my clit into his mouth as if I am the most delectable thing he has ever tasted, his large body grinding into the bed like a man possessed.
“Beck, p-please. I want you,” I beg, the only coherent words that I can vocalize, even though they are nowhere sufficient enough to describe the desire firing inside of my body right now.
He lets go of me and shakes his head, his eyes dark with lust. “Not yet. I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you, and you know how big daddy is, sweetheart,” he rasps.
My pussy pulses at his words, and his head returns between my legs, digging his fingers into my thighs as he sets back to work, determined to make me explode.
I don’t think there’s a task that Beckett Kade has ever had that he did not do with all of his heart and soul, and eating pussy is no exception.
He is talented in a way that has made me need to block out how he learned all of these exceptional skills.
It doesn’t take long before I start coming, pressing myself shamelessly against his mouth, grinding onto his talented tongue as my orgasm soars through me. I whimper and writhe as he licks me clean, groaning in satisfaction.
He rises from between my legs, and moves to caress his tongue against mine, rotating it around in slow circles. I taste myself on it and my back arches from the bed as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I kiss him back hungrily, feeling like I’m going to explode if I don’t get him inside of me.
He takes his lips away from mine and wraps his fingers around my throat, pushing me back down onto the pillow. He unknots the towel around his waist with his other hand and I stare down at his hard cock shamelessly while he moves to straddle me.
He grinds his hard length against my pussy and squeezes my neck. “Please, Beck,” I beg, my hips gyrating in need.
He tilts his head at me, a smile playing on his lips, “You want that, sweetheart?” he taunts, rubbing his thumb across my throat.
I lick my lips, “Yes Beck. Please .”
He lowers his mouth over mine, “Then ask again, and address me properly this time, little girl.”
I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut.
Why do those words make my entire body light on fire every time he says them?
You know why . A voice in my head responds.
I’ve always craved the words and type of affection that Beckett naturally gives me without needing any explanation. He not only knows exactly what I need, but it’s like he needs it just as desperately as I do.
I open my eyes and place my shaking hands on his wrist, looking him in the eyes as I spread my legs wider.
His eyes narrow and I whisper, “Please fuck me, daddy .”
He grinds his jaw, releasing my neck and giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. “Can I have you just like this?” he rasps, rubbing the head of his cock painstakingly slow through my wet folds.
“I was tested a few months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time,” he explains, his eyes moving from between my legs back up to my eyes.
“Same for me,” I respond, running my hands up his chest. “I want you just like this.”
I feel him press against me and I intake a breath. He kisses me on the nose, “I’m going to take good care of you,” he promises, before slowly pushing inside of me.