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I pulled my mouth from his, gasping for breath. “Daniel,” I whispered again. “Please…”
He hissed and slammed into me, my back arching, my breasts pressing against his chest. “My sweet Becky.” A guttural grunt fled his lips as he bucked harshly against my cervix.
A third climax swept through me, and I bit my lower lip, a low moan escaping me.
“Jesus…fuck.” Daniel’s cock bucked inside me, throbbing as he came. He groaned against my neck. Nipped my jaw. Licked at my mouth.
We shared gasped breaths, drinking in the other’s soft noises from having found release while wrapped up inside one another.
Our inhales slowed, heartbeats calmed, and our kisses turned languid as he stilled inside me. He brushed his lips over the skin beneath my ear, and I angled my head to give him better access.
A shuddering sigh rippled through my body. I wanted to soak in the heat of him clear through my soul he’d attached himself to. Keep his thickness stuffed all up in my core for eternity.
“You okay?” he murmured against my ear, sending a shiver over my skin.
“Mmm.” Had his weight not pressed gloriously atop me, I would have stretched like a lazy cat.
With a groan, he lifted onto his elbows.
Sated, dark eyes peered down at me in the dim light, and I couldn’t contain my smile from the well of happiness bubbling up inside me.
He cradled my jaw in his large hands, thumbs rubbing over my lips. “You are so goddamn beautiful, Becky.”
Joy swept through me even as peace stole in to keep my mind clear, my body relaxed beneath him. “Thank you,” I whispered, unable to put into words how much I appreciated the man on me—in me.
“Stay here.” He kissed me softly, the tenderness of his palms on my face sending affection for him rushing through my heart. “I’ll get a washcloth and clean you up.”
I winced as he pulled away, a chill sweeping over my skin at the loss of his heat.
But I sighed in complete and utter bliss, the sense of finding my home making gratitude swell in my chest.
Chapter 21
Daniel
My heart full and dick thoroughly satisfied, I took care of business with a goofy-ass grin. A glance in the mirror while wetting a washcloth revealed a flushed face and sated eyes peering back at me.
Becky had come to me in her time of need.
Me. Not Chantelle, her cousin, but a man she barely knew. It revealed her trust, her sense of feeling safe with me, that rightness I’d experienced the first time I’d brushed my fingertips against her skin all those weeks ago.
A well of…something rose inside my chest, achy and addictive. She had given herself to me willingly. Begged for me to pleasure her in a way only I had ever accomplished.
Talk about a fucking ego boost atop soul-deep satisfaction from claiming the only woman I’d ever wanted burrowed deep inside my heart.
Still smirking, I left the bathroom light on so I could better see Becky and returned to my bedroom with the towel to clean her up.
Her eyes followed my every step, her focus flitting down over my body, appreciation in her gaze.
She had taken all of me. Hadn’t shied away from the girth of my dick or how I dwarfed her size with my mass. Becky Eaton was damn perfect for me in every way.
She reached for the washcloth, but I shook my head and settled between her thighs again. Pink flushed her from head to toe, and I imagined the marks my ropes had indented into her skin what seemed ages ago, the flesh plumping between wraps I hadn’t gotten to thoroughly squeeze and caress.
Someday soon, I promised myself.
I wiped her cum from between her thighs, and she shifted and sighed, her long eyelashes closing in rest.
I tossed the towel to the bedside table and stared down at the swollen, reddened lips of her labia and the nub surrounded by black curls. “You’re perfect,” I said, sweeping my thumb over her pubic bone.