His words are all I need, fueling my desire to make him come undone in my mouth. I look away from his gaze, focusing on his massive erection. The top of it glistens, precum leaking from the tip.
“Are you just going to stare?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
I reach up, curling my fingers around it. He’s thick, my fingertips nowhere near touching as I rub up and down his length once. His cock jerks in my hand, his head falling backwards in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he growls. I watch him in fascination, observing what happens if I squeeze a little tighter as I move my hand a bit faster.
His teeth clench as I take my time committing the feel of his heavy cock in my grip. My fingertips run over the thick veins that cascade down the shaft. I lean in, my mouth hovering over his tip. I sigh, determined to fit as much of him as possible in my mouth.
Opening wide, I press my tongue against my teeth as I begin to take him. My lips stretch around him as I push as much of him in my mouth as I can take. Air hisses through his teeth as I push myself a little farther, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
Beck’s fingers tangle in my hair once again as he softly sets a rhythm. I try to open my throat, allowing even more of him inside me. Even as I take as much as I can, my eyes misting from the pressure I feel at the back of my throat, there’s still so much of him left I can’t take. I stroke up and down at the base of him, my fingers working in sync with my mouth.
“God damn.” Beck groans, applying more pressure to my scalp as he shoves himself even deeper down my throat. I almost gag, but I fight it, trying to take as much of him as physically possible. The sounds he makes, the way his stomach muscles tighten each time I take him as deep as possible, sends shivers down my spine. Everything about this is hot as fuck.
“That’s it, baby,” he breathes. “Open that throat for me. Fuck, you’re doing so good.” His fingers tighten in my hair. “I’m going to go faster now, Margo. Just tell me if it gets too much.”
His hips lift off the bed for a moment as he picks up his pace. I let him do whatever he wants, whatever he needs, while I watch his every reaction in fascination. He’s fucking my mouth, and I’m loving every filthy second of it. The knowledge that I’m the one making Beck lose control like this makes between my legs throb even more. I rub my thighs together as I continue to take as many inches of him as I can. I can feel the wetness from my arousal coating my thighs as I try to find my own friction.
With each pump of his thick cock in my mouth, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat, more tears gather in my eyelids. Eventually I can’t fight them any longer, the tears from the pressure fall down my cheeks, I don’t make any move to stop. I’m loving watching him unravel too much to do anything but let him continue to take what he needs from me.
My jaw and lips hurt from stretching to fit him, but I won’t stop. I continue to work with my mouth and hand in unison. A low moan escapes from his lips, egging me on.
I want to make Beckham Sinclair come. I think I’m close to getting my way when he frees his cock from my mouth. My eyes find his. I’m ready to complain until I see the desperate look in his eyes.
“As much as I fucking love fucking that smart mouth of yours, I need inside you.”
My bottom lip juts out. As horny as I am for him, desperate to feel him bury himself inside me, I wanted to make him fall apart just by using my mouth and hand.
It’ll have to wait. Before I can tell him I wasn’t finished, he’s lifting me off the ground and pulling me to him.
His hands roughly grab my face, pulling me closer until we’re nose to nose. At the moment, it’s not being naked that makes me feel exposed and vulnerable. It’s the way Beck seems to stare deeply into my soul, seeing things I’m not sure I want him to see, that makes this moment feel heavy. The heaviness doesn’t feel bad, it feels the opposite actually, but that realization is terrifying.
“What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks, his voice hoarse. His eyes roam over my face, his fingers gentle as they lazily rub over my cheekbones. The gesture is sweet considering moments ago he was pounding his cock down my throat until tears streamed down my face.
“Fuck me,” I answer, the words coming out more as a plea. Lifting my legs, I climb on top of his lap until I’m straddling him. His cock brushes against my ass, causing shivers to run down my spine.
His grip on my cheeks doesn’t loosen. If anything, it gets tighter as he brushes his nose over my ear. “Oh don’t worry, baby. I plan on fucking you over and over until your body can no longer take me. And then I plan on doing it all over because you’ve completely deprived me of you for too long. I was asking what I’m going to do after.”
“After?” My hips begin to work against him. I’m so wet that I glide over him effortlessly. If I lined us up perfectly, it’d only take one movement of my hips to slide down on him.
He kisses my neck. His tongue massaging the parts his teeth nip at. It seems like this is how it’ll be with Beck. He’s hard and then soft, punishing before he pleasures. It makes my head spin with bliss. It’s like I’m high without ever touching a drug.
His breath is hot on my neck when he pulls away slightly. “Yes, after. After tonight. After we leave this hotel room. This can’t be just a tonight thing. I’ll go absolutely mad if I don’t get to fucking make a home out of your pussy—out of you—every god damn day from now until forever.”
My insides clench at his words. God, they’re so beautiful. I don’t know how his words can be so dirty yet also be so poetic.
“Beck,” I moan. I’m desperate for him. His cock presses against my entrance, just enough to have me needing more. I want him terribly. I need him desperately.
He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, rubbing the tip of himself through my wetness. The feeling against my sensitive clit has me moaning in ecstasy. When he pulls away cold air meets the wet spot left by his mouth. “Margo,” he says, his tone warning.
“Hm?” I rock my hips against him. Every time I think I’ll be able to slide myself over him, to slide him in me, he shifts his hips away from me and stops me from taking exactly what I want.
“Swear to me that you won’t deprive me again. Tell me that sweet little cunt of yours is as desperate for me as I am it. Swear to me that after we leave this hellhole it’ll still be mine. Promise me you’ll still be mine tomorrow.”
I sit down deeper, pressing the head of his cock against my clit. Swiveling my hips, I grab his face and make him look at me. “Only if you’ll beg for it,” I tease, reminiscing on how he made me beg. I won’t actually make him beg, but it’s fun to pretend.
His eyes flash with desire. He smiles widely. “You can bring me to my knees any time you want, Margo. Matter of fact, I think I’ve been on them from the moment we met.”
“Not the moment we met,” I remind him. He’d apparently lost memory of the time we met at his family’s vacation home, when I’d regrettably been on Carter’s arm instead of his.
He pulls us down, our bodies colliding with soft comforter. “From the very first fucking moment.”