And when I felt his mouth right over my pussy, his hot breath coming in hard, fast pants, I curled my toes in pleasure. I could have climaxed right then and there.
“Yes,” I hissed out, even though he hadn’t asked me anything. I wasn’t embarrassed it had come out of me so passionately.
I reached up and tangled my hands in his hair, pulling at the strands until Beckham groaned. The way he licked at me, his head between my legs, his tongue running up and down my slit, had me nearly orgasming right then and there.
He latched his mouth over my clit, and I cried out, as that was my tipping point… my breaking point. I came for him so hard I saw stars.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. I pulled at his hair, keeping him against me, needing his mouth right there. I ground my pussy against his face, so wanton in this moment I didn’t even feel like myself. But God, it felt good. So good.
Beckham moved his mouth down my cleft to my opening and plunged his tongue in, spreading my lips wide open with his thumbs, fucking me there like I desperately needed him to do with his cock.
“So sweet,” he groaned against my soaked, clenching flesh.
When the tremors faded, he moved back up my body and kissed me hard and possessively. I tasted myself on him, a sweet, musky flavor that had my heart racing all over again and had me moaning as I lifted my lower half and rubbed myself on him.
And as I felt him thrust against me over and over again, I knew once he was in me, fucking me, making love to me, neither one of us would be able to walk away.
And I’d never anticipated anything more.
Chapter Twelve
Beckham
Fuck.
There was nothing better, would never be anything better, than having this woman love me.
I wasn’t even inside Lenora yet, and already I was trying not to get off. My balls were drawn up to my body, so full of cum for her, and I was having one hell of a time keeping myself in control.
I wanted this to last so badly. I wanted to feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, because she wanted my seed filling her up.
“Beckham,” she moaned in the hottest way. “Beckham. I’m so ready for you.”
I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, wanting to mouth fuck her desperately. I was tense, my muscles straining under my skin. My cock was so hard, and I felt pre-cum at the tip. I looked at her face, saw how pink her cheeks were, saw the way her pupils were dilated.
She was so fucking ready for me. So was so damn primed.
I was so possessive of her, and the very thought of any man touching her, talking to her… hell, even looking at her, pissed me off and made me want to mark and claim her over and over again.
She started breathing harder, and I slid my hand between us and ran my finger along her slit. God, she felt like silk. I had my cock aligned at her pussy hole, but I didn’t thrust in deep. I waited. I savored.
Fuck. Yes.
I felt how her pussy was hot and soaking for me. I plunged my tongue inside her mouth, forcing her to take it all, fucking her there like I would between her thighs.
I needed my cock in her pussy now, but I waited. I tormented us.
“Baby,” I groaned against her mouth, my hips having a mind of their own and wanting to plunge forward, burying my cock inside her tight, virgin heat. And so I got ready to do just that. “Lenora, if I don’t get inside of you, I’ll come before we can give each other our virginities, and I want to be buried in your tight pussy when we both get off.”
She gasped, and I kissed her harder. Lenora ran her tongue along my lip, and my whole body shook in response. “Spread your legs wider for me,” I murmured against her mouth.
I knew she was losing control. I could feel it in the tightening of her muscles, the way she mewled for me. And when she was so fucking wide for me her muscles probably protested, I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance.
She arched, pressing her breasts against my chest, and that’s when I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock deeper into her. I had no fucking control right now. It was like I was crazed, delirious for her. Her pussy was so tight, so wet. She was so hot, so primed for me I almost came right then.
Not yet. Keep it the fuck together for her.
“Are you okay?” I managed to grit out, wanting to make sure she wasn’t in too much pain.
She moaned and shook her head. “I’m fine. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Fuck, I’d never stop.
I was fully seated inside her now, my balls pressed right up against her ass, her pussy clenching around my cock. I started moving in and out of her slowly, gently. My pleasure built… the pressure along with it. The need to stay calm, to make sure this was good for her, was at the forefront of my mind. I hunched my shoulders forward, lowered my head, and claimed her mouth as I thrust in and out of her.
I pulled out and pushed into her especially hard, and she gasped and held on tighter, digging her nails in deeper. She was so fucking primed for me.
“You feel so good.” I couldn’t stop the words from spilling from my mouth. The feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock and of her wanting this so damn badly made me almost come right then and there.
“I want to be so deep inside you nothing else matters.”
“When I’m with you, nothing else matters, Beckham.”
Fuck, I felt the exact same. Nothing else mattered but this woman right here.
Chapter Thirteen
Lenora
I couldn’t lie. It hurt losing my virginity. The pain was sudden, breath-stealing. The feeling of Beckham stretching me, filling me to the point I felt like I’d break in two.
But even though it hurt, knowing Beckham was the one with me, taking my innocence, had that discomfort taking a backseat. It had my pleasure rising.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, and I nodded.
I didn’t want to tell him how badly it initially hurt, because what good would that do? So instead, I curled my hands around his biceps a little tighter and whispered, “Don’t stop.”
The strain on his face was clear, and I knew it was because he was trying to keep his control in check for me.
He thrust in slow and easy, and I swore he was holding his breath. Heat started to build inside of me, that discomfort still there but not as powerful as it had initially been. And as the time passed, I start to felt that bone-deep pleasure that I always thought came with having sex. But I knew it wasn’t just the physical aspect of it, but the fact that I was here with Beckham.
He was big and thick, hitting parts of me that had my toes curling and my heart racing. Sweat beaded my brow, my breathing was erratic, and I felt something building deep inside me.
“God, Lenora, you feel so good.” Beckham closed his eyes and groaned softly, and that sound had my pulse beating right in my clit. “Grip on to me as I take you, as I claim you and you claim me.” He leaned closer to my mouth. “Hold onto me as I make love to you… as I fuck you.”
A shiver worked through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from gasping at his crude, blunt words. I had my hands on his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh. Beckham started pulling out of me, the tip of his cock lodged in my body before he pushed back in, slow and easy, gentle and thorough.