Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
He licks me again, slowly and deeply, dragging the flat of his tongue through my folds before sucking my clit into his mouth. My hips buck off the bed, legs shaking so hard I nearly knee him in the face, but Beckett just growls and pins me down tighter, spreading my thighs wide so I can’t go anywhere.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my fill of you.”
He fucks me with his mouth until I’m clutching the covers and chanting his name like a prayer. Beckett slides his big hands under my ass, lifting me straight into his face like he’s starving and I’m his last meal on earth. I swear, I almost scream from how desperately I want him. The things Beckett does with his tongue should be illegal. My legs shake so hard I think I might snap the bed frame, but he just growls into my pussy and digs his strong hands deeper into my ass, holding me right where he wants me.
“Oh God, Beckett, don’t stop…” I clutch the sheets and dig my heels into his shoulders. There’s not a single cell in my body that remembers how to function except for the part of me that wants him. My brain is fried. I’m babbling his name like a lunatic, but I don’t even care.
I shatter, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm rips through me like a live wire. My pussy clenches and pulses, dripping all over his tongue, but Beckett just groans and fucks me harder with his mouth. I can’t think or breathe.
I’m still trembling when Beckett drags his mouth up my thigh, biting and licking a filthy trail up my body. Hot, greedy hands catch my hips, squeeze my waist, and haul me higher as he kisses up my stomach. I moan, still buzzing from the aftershocks, and grip his hair, begging him not to stop.
He doesn’t. I don’t even notice when he lines his cock up with my wet opening. He pushes in, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust, and the stretch is incredible, just enough to make my toes curl. Beckett is watching my face the whole time like he’s memorizing every second.
He buries himself deep, hips flush to mine, then holds perfectly still.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, needing something to hold on to. “Move, Beckett, or I swear to God—”
He doesn’t need telling twice. He slams his hips forward and sinks all the way inside me in one thick, perfect thrust.
Holy. Freaking. Cow.
I arch off the bed, a scream ripping out of me before I can even think about being embarrassed. Beckett’s cock stretches me wide, the perfect kind of burn, and for a split second, my brain completely short-circuits.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growls, pinning my wrists above my head and holding me open while he pulls back and thrusts forward again. There’s nothing gentle about the way he’s fucking me. He’s a man on a mission, and the mission is to absolutely own me.
He sets a relentless rhythm, thrusts deep and measured, making every inch count. The headboard rattles behind me as the bedsprings squeak. I wrap my legs around his waist and meet him thrust for thrust, getting absolutely wrecked in the best possible way.
CHAPTER SEVEN
BECKETT
The urge to come overwhelms me, but I’m not letting go until I make sure my girl is totally addicted to me. Elsie’s legs lock around my waist as I piston into her, making damn sure my pubic bone grinds her clit with every thrust. I’m so fucking hard, it feels like I’m about to split in two. Her tits bounce with every stroke, nipples tight and begging for my mouth. I palm one breast and roll the bud between my fingers, just to hear the breathy squeak she makes when I twist.
Her hair’s a wild mess on the pillow, her cheeks flushed and lips parted, and all I want is to own her. She clenches around me, slick and tight and so goddamn hot, I have to grit my teeth and choke back a groan before I come.
“God, Beckett, don’t stop,” she pants, her thighs trembling around my hips.
I slam in deeper, watching her mouth drop open as I hit her sweet spot. “I’m not fucking stopping until you’re screaming my name and coming all over my cock,” I growl into her ear. I slam in harder. Her head kicks back on the pillow, and she claws at my arms, nails leaving little crescent moon-shaped indentations in my skin. Holy hell, that’s hot.
Her tits bounce with every stroke. Fuck, I can’t get enough of watching her lose control for me. I want to see her come undone a hundred times. I drag my thumb down her belly and circle her clit, pinning her hips so she can’t escape. She bucks against my cock, wild and desperate, riding the edge. “That’s it, Elsie. Take every inch. You love how I fill you up, don’t you, sweetheart?”