Page 15 of Beckett the Bad Boy

He nudges my thighs further apart, one hand bracing on the inside of my thigh to hold me open for his perusal. His silver gaze a physical caress over my skin.

“Beckett,” I plead, one part self-conscious, the other, needing him to stop staring and startdoing.

“What do you need? My tongue inside this pretty cunt?” He demonstrates with a firm thrust of the flexible muscle through my clenching walls, and I whimper in response.

“Or do you need it wrapped around your clit?” Beckett strikes again. This time curling his tongue around the sensitive bud atop my sex.

“What do you need,Beth?” he repeats.

I seriously hope he doesn't need me to answer that, because it's all I can do not to black out from the pleasure of his fingers and mouth manipulating my aching flesh.

“Whatever you want, I need whatever you want to give me.Please."

“So accommodating,” he rumbles. “Such a good girl.”

Then, his wicked grin disappears in the shadow of my thighs. His hot tongue licking where no man has ever been before.

I arch into his ravenous mouth, my fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders, then his scalp, scratching and pulling, urging him on.

I don't know if it pains him, or if it does, if helikesit.

Because Beckett just grunts and redoubles his efforts, devouring my pussy like a hungry bear diving into a pot of honey.

His beard scrapes; his lips soothe.

And he eats, eats,eats, until I come on a scream, my body quaking in pleasure from his rough feasting.

“You're fucking delicious, baby.” Beckett rises to his knees with a cocky smirk.

The evidence of my arousal gleams on his mouth, and another shudder wracks my limbs when he licks his lips with a hum of approval.

“You feel incredible wrapped around my tongue, but I know you'll feel even better snug around my dick.”

He reaches over to the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a condom.

I watch in fascination as the thin rubber drags down his thick cock. Somewhere along the line, he lost his boxer briefs, allowing me free access to the sight of his heavy dick and balls hanging between his legs.

I can't tear my attention away from the mesmerizing display of male virility.

Until the broad head of his cock nudges at my entrance.

My clouded gaze meets his, and once again he waits for my permission to continue.

“Please.” One word, but it's all he needs to thrust forward.

So big and long that he bumps against my cervix.

“Beckett!”

I've heard stories about it being painful when a man goes that deep, but then I've also seen accounts about cervical orgasms being more powerful than clitoral ones.

Since I'm not in pain, I pray I'm one of those lucky women who experiences the latter.

Could I really be so lucky?

It seems I'm already using my fair share by spending the night beneath Beckett's rock-hard body.

“Thats right, Beth. Scream my name. Let my neighbors hear how well you take my cock.” He retreats, then slides forward again.