Beckett
Iswear to God, my cock spews cum at her unexpected suggestion. Asking me to fuck her bareback
is like handing me the keys to Paradise.
“You’re sure about this?” I can’t believe I’m asking her this question, but I don’t want her to walk
into this blindly.
“I’m sure,” she says. “This is a big st ep for us.” “I know.” “If I fuck you bareback, there’s no going
back.” “I wouldn’t dream of it.” “It also means you belong to me because there’s no way I’ll ever
allow another man to enjoy what’s rightfully mine.”
“I wouldn’t want to belong to anyone else, Beckett.” Fuck, if those words don’t do something to
me. “Judging from how much cum I released into your pretty mouth, this couch won’t survive what
I’m about to unleash on you.”
Her eyes are so fucking wide, I bite off a smile. “Bend over the couch.” She’s about to climb on the
couch, but I stop her. “Not over the armrest,” I say. “It’s too low. I want your body bent over the
back cushion.”
She obeys. I come and stand behind her. “Legs spread apart,” I say at the same time as I kick them
open. “Use your elbows as leverage.”
“Okay.” There’s an unmistakable tinge of nervousness in her voice. I like it. A hiss of pleasure
es capes her lips when my chest presses against her back and my cock slides under her wet pussy.
“How do you want it?” I murmur my question close to her ear. “You decide.” I press my hardness
against her. “I need it rough.” “I—I’m okay with that” “You sure?” “I am.” Not an ounce of
hesitation. “Hold on tight, baby.” I slip one arm around her waist to hold her steady, grip my cock
with the other hand and position it at her entrance, teasing her tender lips.
She yelps when I thrust into her balls de ep. “Jesus Christ.” I’m so de ep, she’s forced onto her
tiptoes. She’s so fucking wet. And so fucking tight. The skin-on-skin contact is mind-blowing—far
more potent than I ever could’ve imagined.
I pull out, leaving her warmth, before thrusting de ep once more. She groans. Because I’m a greedy
bastard, I do it over, and over, and over again. Goddammit. I can’t get enough of her. “Fuck, your
pussy,” I say. “I’ll never get used to how tight or slick you are. I can’t get enough of this sensation.”
She whimpers. “Do you feel me inside you, baby?” “Hell, yes.” “You like how your man is fucking
you?” “Yes.” Her voice is breathy. Bracing herself on her elbows, she lifts up on her toes and grinds
back against me, her hips gyrating in wild circles. I can’t resist.
Slap. “Greedy girl, I set the pace.” “Please, Beckett,” she says. “I really need to come.” “You will...
when I say so.”
She lets out a little sob. “Poor little lamb.” I chuckle. “I promise, it’ll be worth your while.” The
way her body slumps in resignation, lets me know, she won’t argue with me.
Good. I resume my mission. I fuck her long and hard. The cadence is so frantic, I don’t have time to
catch a breath. Given how wet she is, I’m surprised I’m able to hold on this long.
This is pure wantonness. “Please, please, please, please, let me come.” She begs so beautifully, I
can’t refuse her.
“How bad do you want it?” “I can’t hold back anymore. I need to come. I’ll do anything you ask.”
Her pleading makes my balls tighten. With my cock buried de ep, I slide the hand I’m holding her
with down to the damp strip of hair and I find her clit—hard and engorged with blood.
She gasps and grinds against my hand with determination, seeking the friction she needs as she
chases after her climax.
She’s wild. I fuck her in sharp little thrusts, my hand pressed against her clit. “Come hard for me.”
“I—I—” She’s so close. I fuck her faster. “God—” Her body shudders and she lets out a long wail
as she gives in to her climax. “Oh, Beckett, oh, Beckett.” She chants my name over and over again,
clenching hard against my cock.
“Baby, you’re my drug.” I grip her hips tight and fuck that beautiful pussy like there’s no
tomorrow—like she’s the last woman on earth and that’s it, no more. I roar, slamming home one
last time as my balls erupt. It’s my turn to shudder and tremble, holding us upright as my cum fills
her.
My body gives into exhaustion. I can’t do much more than catch my breath. From the sound of it,
she’s in the same predicament. When my breathing returns to normal, I pull out of her. She doesn’t
move. She doesn’t even make a sound. “You’re still with me?” She holds herself up with her
elbows. “I’m not sure.”
I chuckle. “Let’s go upstairs for round two.” “Wait. What?” She turns her head to look at me. Her
eyes are so huge, they take over her beautiful face. “Round two,” I say. “But you just came.” “I
did,” I say. “But now that I know how sweet it is to fuck you without anything between us, give me
a few minutes to fill up, and I’ll be ready for another round.”
“Who’s using who for sex, mister?” She laughs. I don’t. A strange new thud beats against my chest
with enough force to make my breath catch.
“It was a joke.” Concern causes her eyelashes to flutter. “This is more than sex for me, Arianne.
You know that, don’t you?” Silence. I wrap my arms around her and hug her into me. “Answer
me.” More silence. “Baby?” “Now, I do.”