He buried his face in the crook of my neck again, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him just as tightly as he held me. He started moving at a steady pace then, in and out, his thick, long cock tunneling through my folds and claiming me.
He hit something deep, and I couldn’t hold in my moan.
“Does it feel good, Lenora?” He sounded tense, breathless. I knew he was trying to stay in control for me.
“God. Yes.”
He thrust in and out of me slowly and turned his head so he could press his mouth to mine. He filled me, stretched and consumed me, and he was so powerful I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back in pleasure.
Beckham was hard where I was soft.
When Beckham retreated an inch, the thick head of his cock was poised at my entrance. He stayed still for a second as he stared in my eyes, and then he thrust back in deeply, harder this time. The force of that last push had me shifting up on the mattress. He was almost all the way out again then pushed back into me.
Over and over, he did this, thrusting, pushing, tunneling into me. He moved faster and a little harder with each movement, with each passing second.
“Watch as I take you, Lenora, as I give you my virginity and take yours.” He leaned in and kissed me again, grunting. He rose up, braced his hands on the bed by my head, his forearms straight, and looked down the length of our bodies. “God, look at us, baby,” he seemed to mutter to himself. I rose up enough that I could watch as he plunged his cock into my pussy. Every time he would retreat, I saw how glossy his shaft was from my pussy, saw the streaks of my virgin blood coating his length.
His head was still downcast, but when I noticed his gaze traveling upward, I tore my focus from where we were connected and stared into his eyes.
“Watching my cock move in and out of you is the hottest fucking thing.”
I couldn’t agree more.
He went back to watching what was happening between our bodies. He did this for long moments, his movements slow and steady. Easy, as if he were trying to prolong this.
But then he made this low sound in the back of his throat, and I knew he was losing his grip on his control. He had his hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh painfully, pleasurably. Before I knew what was happening, Beckham pulled out of me and flipped me over. I was so startled by the sudden movement, but all I could do was let him take control.
He pushed my thighs open, popped my ass up so I was braced on my knees, my upper body flat with the mattress. I couldn’t help but feel exposed in the best of ways. He covered my back with his chest. It was only a second before I felt him reach between us and place his dick right back in my pussy. I instantly started to feel my lust rise to the surface as another orgasm rushed to the surface with this new position.
“That’s it,” he whispered, groaning. “You’re so hot and wet, and so slick for me.” He started pushing in and pulling out of me faster, harder.
The scent of sex and sweat filled the room. The sounds of our heavy breathing surrounded us. The passion between us was intense, so tangible I felt it cover my skin in the most delicious sensations.
I realized I heard him fucking me, the sound of his cock moving in and out of me, the wet suctioning erotic and obscene. The sensations consumed every part of me. It was this stimulating, auditory pleasure-filled sensation.
I was on my belly for only a few moments longer, and then I was suddenly being flipped onto my back, Beckham’s massive body over me. I loved the way he was taking control, moving me around the way he wanted.
It was hard not to watched the play of his muscles bunch and flex under Beckham’s skin as he moved. It was like watching a predator being stealthy, deliberate. And as I found myself lifting my hands and touching his chest, there was nothing but desire moving through me. His groan from my touch fueled me on.
“Lenora,” he murmured and closed his eyes as I continue to run my hands over his body. “I need you to get off again for me. I need that.”
Oh, I had no doubt I’d give him what he wanted.
Closing my eyes and breathing out harshly, I wanted him to know where I was right now. “Beckham,” I gasped. “I’m going to come again.” And I was, so hard I knew it would be just as powerful as the first one that claimed me.
“Fuck. Give it to me.”
I gasped as soon as that last word left his lips.
“Milk me, baby.”
And just like that, I did.
My pussy muscles clenched around his girth, and he grunted in response, his hips slamming hard against mine as if he couldn’t stop himself form doing the action.
He closed his eyes and growled erotically, and he clenched his jaw tightly. “Here I come.”
I forced myself to keep my eyes open. I wanted to see him get off because of me.
“Fuck, Lenora,” he hissed. “I love you so much.” He thrust in deep and stilled. He did this again and again, over and over until I was panting.
Feeling his body on top of me, his thick cock in me, had me orgasming again unexpectedly. That pleasure stole my sanity.
My inner muscles clamped down hard, and we both moaned, the ecstasy on his face clear. My pussy squeezed his cock again as my orgasm raged on.
“Fuck, Lenora. Yeah, baby. That’s so it. Squeeze my dick; work for it.” His filthy words were an instant accelerant in me and I gasped in reaction.
With his huge body over mine, I felt every hard muscle in him tense further as I watched Beckham find his own orgasm. It was incredible to see him finally losing control. He groaned harshly again, bucking against me, emptying himself into my body. And I greedily accepted it all.
“Beckham,” I whispered. He was buried deep in me, filling me, making me his. I felt his big body shaking as he let go. His cum filled me up, making me take every last drop.
After long seconds, Beckham finally relaxed atop me, his big, muscular form making me feel so small and feminine.
Our bodies were damp from sweat, our breathing starting to calm. All I wanted to do was stay like this, to just be in our own bubble where nothing would touch us.
Beckham rolled off me but kept me right up against him and whispered, “I love you so much, Lenora. I really do.”
I closed my eyes, nothing else mattering except this moment, except what we’d shared and what was to come.
“I could stay like this forever.”
I hummed in agreement. “Then let’s do just that.”
He chuckled softly and tightened his hold on me. “I’ll never get enough,” he whispered at the crown of my head.
I pulled back and looked up at him. He was already staring at me. The smile he gave me had everything feeling like it was perfectly aligned, like everything we’d been through, or would go through, would be worth it all.
It has been worth it all.
Beckham shifted on the bed and cupped the side of my face. He stared at me for long seconds before pulling me in close. I couldn’t deny I loved everything about him.
“God, I love you so fucking much.”
My heart totally stalled at his words.
“To have you in my life as a friend after everything would have been my dream, but now, knowing you love me the same way I love you…” He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He crushed me to him, and I loved it. I loved the feeling of being breathless. I loved the way his big body wrapped around mine.