This time she coaxes two fingers inside her, moaning as she pushes them as deep as they will go.
“Imagine that’s me fucking you, Margo."
Her eyes flutter closed as my hand finds my cock once again. If I wasn’t so determined to fuck her all night until she can’t walk tomorrow, then I’d finish just by watching her come. “I’m stroking my cock, imagining what it’ll be like to feel your pussy greedily take me.”
“Oh god,” she moans, her body shuddering with pleasure.
I shake my head. “No, I told you I wanted you to moan my name when you come. God isn’t the one making you dripping wet all over your hand.”
“Beck…” The hand that cups her breast trembles as she kneads at the tender skin.
“I’ve thought about all the different ways I’ll slide into you.”
“Tell me how,” she pants. She presses her fingers against her clit, rubbing in circles as her hips move side to side.
I smirk, matching her pace and stroking my cock with a faster pace. “Every meal we’ve had together at that kitchen counter or at the dining table, I’ve imagined myself propping you on the table and making you the meal instead. I’ve thought about all the places I’d lick and taste before I’d pull you to the edge and rail into you.”
“Beck,” she gasps. Her moans send tingles down my spine. Why does she have to be so fucking sexy without even trying?
“At the office, I’ve imagined bending you over my desk and burying myself inside you from behind. I’ve envisioned marking that perfect ass of yours with my hand every time you’ve stood up to me in front of my employees. I’ve imagined in vivid detail what the red print will look like as I shove into you from behind, making you pay for questioning me in front of the people I employ.”
Her head falls backwards with a loud groan. I have to slow down my own hand before I come just at the sight of her.
“I’m close,” she pants, bouncing up and down on the ground. Her fingers work at pressing her clit. Her free hand pulls at her nipple. I can tell the moment she’s pushed over the edge when her mouth parts and a loud moan escapes her lips. “Beck,” she breathes.
“That’s it,” I praise, “say my name as you come, baby. Remember who's making you feel like this. Remember who told you you could come like a good girl after torturing me for so long.”
I watch in awe as she comes back from the orgasm. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel her ride the waves of her release against my cock, my mouth, my fingers. I’ll take any god damn body part of mine.
Finally, her eyes flutter open. She takes in me rubbing my cock, her tongue peeking out as she stares at it greedily.
“You’re looking at my cock like you can’t wait to taste it, Violet.”
She licks her lip dramatically, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me as I rub myself up and down. “I can’t wait,” she answers.
“You want me to shove my cock down your throat? To punish that mouth of yours for even saying this would never happen between us?”
She nods enthusiastically, staring at me hungrily.
“Use your words. Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I want to fucking taste you, Beck. I want to be the one who drives you wild, to feel you harden in my mouth. I want to test how far I can take you, even though I don’t know how far it’ll be with…” Her eyes widen as she looks up and down my length.
“Show me how bad you want it. Crawl to me and fucking beg for it.”
If I didn’t see the serious look on his face, I’d think he was kidding. Never in my life have I had to beg like this for someone to fuck me, and I especially haven’t had to crawl to them to prove how bad I need them.
But Beck isn’t like anyone else. He knows it and he wants to make sure I know it. It’s my punishment for ever even attempting to deny the connection between us.
I should probably look into why it turns me on so much. If any other man told me to crawl to them, I’d tell them to go to hell and demand they crawl to me.
Any man but Beck.
For Beck, I lean forward, my palms connecting with the scratchy shag carpet. My knees already have been rubbed raw from getting on them to beg. Or maybe it was from the way they’d slid across the carpet as I’d chased my own release. Either way, I’d gladly crawl across the room toward him if I knew what the end goal was.
His hand moves up and down his thick length, his thumb running over the tip before he repeats the moment all over again. I’ve never been one who really enjoyed giving a blow job, but I’m eager with anticipation at the thought of running my mouth over him, even though I’m terrified how I’ll even fit him in with how thick and long he is.
“Crawl to me, Margo.”
I do as he says, slowly closing the distance between us.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mutters, looking at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
I’d be embarrassed doing this with anyone else, but it’s all different with him. Even on my knees crawling to him, I feel sexier than ever before. I come to a stop between his spread legs. My hands tentatively reach up and run over his hard thighs. There’s so much muscle, I could take my time studying every single one, committing them to memory so I could go back and draw them with immaculate precision.
“Only you could make me do that,” I tell him, taking my time running my hands up his legs. The hard floor bites into my knees, but I barely feel the discomfort. Even though I just came, I’m ready to do it again. This time with him touching me. It doesn’t even matter to me what part of him is doing it, as long as he’s the one doing it this time.
He grabs me by my hair, yanking on it to pull me toward him. My knees hover over the ground for a moment as he pulls my face close to his. “You’ve got that fucking right.” His fingers rub tentatively at the sore spots of my hair. “And don’t you dare ever forget that.”
His words make the spot between my legs ache with need, but the look in his eyes is what makes my clit absolutely throb. There’s so much possession in his gaze, like he’d burn the world down if I ever even thought of getting on my knees for any other man. Right here, right now, I wouldn’t dream of doing anything with any other man but the one sitting in front of me.
I stare into his eyes, wondering what the hell is happening here. I’d expected us to angrily fuck each other and get it out of our systems, but the fire in his eyes, the desire I’m sure he sees in mine, makes it clear that this won’t be a one-time thing. My pussy clenches at the thought—of the possibilities.
I wanted to do so much with Beckham Sinclair. Right now, I want to make him unravel by my mouth on his length. I glance down at it, running my tongue over my lip.
“If you keep staring at my cock like that, I’m going to have to shove it down your throat and see how deep you can take it.”
My lips part as I lean down to get closer. “Try me,” I whisper.
“Do you think you deserve my cock after making me wait so long to have you?”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
He swallows, his defined Adam's apple bobbing up and down. His fingers flutter softly down the side of my face. The normal sharp look in his features softens, the desire still shining bright through them. “Just tell me if it’s too much, Violet.”