Page 21 of Beckett the Bad Boy

Aww, hell, I definitely woke her up.

“No, I wasn't sleeping. I…” Her head turns toward a bedroom where the corner of a bed and dresser are in view.

She fidgets on one foot then the other before seeming to arrive at some internal decision, because when she faces me again, a mischievous resolve has erased her hesitancy.

“Why don't you come see for yourself?”

Confused but willing to follow her lead, I trail her steps into the bedroom, the air drenched in her familiar rose scent.

Beth slowly climbs onto the bed and lays back with her head propped against a pillow. The scene would be innocent except for the provocative way her legs fall open to reveal a dark wet spot at the seam of her sleep shorts.

“What were you doing, naughty girl?” My eyes snag on the purple vibrator on her nightstand, and pieces start falling into place.

My girl wasn't tired.

She was horny.

And I'm the genius—i.e. lucky bastard—who got here just in time to help her out.

My tongue clucks in admonishment as I strip down to nothing. Shirt, jeans, boots? I don’t need them to take care of my girl.

“Beth, were you gonna play with that sweet pussy all by yourself? You should have called me.”

“I thought about it,” she rasps, watching my every move.

Grabbing the toy, my thumb flips the switch to turn it on, then I press a separate button to cycle through its vibration modes. I choose a gentler setting to start then glance at my girl, who's practically panting with excitement.

“On your knees, baby. Hands on the headboard,” I command.

Beth licks her lips then complies, her round ass jiggling under the flimsy material of her shorts.

Once she's in position, I climb behind her until the back of her thighs rest on the top of mine and her ass is cradling my hard cock.

“Hmm… This won't do,” Itskbefore working her shorts lower so they rest beneath her peachy cheeks, giving me access to what I want while still trapping her legs together.

Leaning forward, I whisper in her ear, “That's better, isn't it?”

“Y-Yeah…!” Her stuttering affirmation ends in a yelp when I nestle the vibrator between her slick folds. The toy easily glides from her dripping cunt to her clit, and it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen or heard.

“Fuck, baby, do you hear how juicy this little pussy is? You thinking of me while you were soaking these sheets with all this cream?”

A jerky nod titters from her.

“I always think of you,” she admits, and I swear my heart stops in my chest at the confession.

“That's good, baby. I'm the only man you need. I'll satisfy this greedy little cunt. You don't ever have to worry about that.”

My hungry tongue laps at her neck before I suck hard enough to leave a mark.

A symbol of my promise and possession.

Soon, Beth cries out with the crash of her first climax of the evening, but it won't be the last.

Feral for more, I work my dick between her squishy thighs, loving the warm give of them, as the head of my cock kisses her wet entrance.

“It's gonna be a tight fit like this, baby. You ready?”

“Yes… Yes, Beckett. Give me more.”