Sugar Daddy Page 46


In moments, he has the rest of our clothing off and he’s climbing onto the mattress. I part my legs, welcome him against me. He lays his body flush against mine and kisses me, hands roaming up my rib cage, his cock swelling against my pelvis.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Sela. Inside and out,” he says, tracing a path with his lips down my neck, over my collarbone. His body inches down mine, blazing fiery trails of warm kisses over my breasts, down my stomach. With his hands to the backs of my thighs, he lifts my legs and brings them over his shoulders.

Beck’s fingers dive into me as he gives my pussy a hot, wet, openmouthed kiss that sends shock waves of pleasure zinging through my body.

“Taste so goddamn good too,” he mutters in between licks and sucks.

My neck arches and my hands go into his soft hair. “Beck.”

“That’s right,” he praises me. “Say my name.”

Lick.

Suck.

Plunge of fingers.

“Beck,” I moan, crazed with lust and adoration for this man worshipping between my legs. “Please.”

“What do you want, Sela?”

“I want to come,” I plead with him.

He pulls his mouth from me for a moment and it causes me to raise my head to look down at him. He gives me a mischievous grin. “Want to come by my mouth or cock?”

I give him a salacious smile back. “Both.”

His teeth flash at me and he growls in appreciation. “Good fucking answer.”

Beck then hits my clit hard, pursing his lips around it and sucking while he thrusts two fingers in and out of me. My pulse skyrockets, my hips gyrate in crazy circles attempting for more friction, and then he beats his tongue against me so hard and fast I splinter into a million fragments as my thighs tighten against his head while every muscle in my body trembles in release.

“O-o-o-o-h,” I moan as the climax tears through me. “So good, Beck. So, so good.”

I’m still trembling when Beck surges up my body, bringing my legs up high as they stay resting on his shoulders. My abdomen contracts inward as he folds me practically in half and then he’s driving into me, bottoming out in one hard thrust.

“Goddamn,” he grits out as he places both hands on the mattress for leverage. His eyes are glazed with lust but he manages to ask, “You okay?”

I nod, not really able to form coherent words of assent.

“Good, because I am going to fuck you so hard, Sela,” he promises darkly as he starts pounding inside of me. “Going to come so deep in that pussy. Mark you as mine. It’s my fucking pussy, you go that, baby? Mine.”

His words thrill me. Dark, dirty, filthy words that speak to something deep inside of me. Knowing how turned on he is, how possessive of something that should only belong to me but truly doesn’t. It’s his to do with what he wants and he knows it.

It’s purely ironic that after my rape, I always felt dirty…unworthy. It’s why the barrier of a condom was more than a protection against pregnancy. It was a way for me to keep the dirt to myself and not taint another unsuspecting soul. While technically and from a purely health perspective, I’m as clean as they come, I always felt nasty when it comes to sex.

But not with Beck.

Not ever with Beck.

With every punch of his hips and every time his balls slap against my bottom, I feel whole and beautiful and completely worthy of what he’s giving and taking.

Even as he’s fucking me in this moment almost mindless with animalistic need, racing toward release the same as me, he makes me feel pure.

That’s something I’m never giving up.

“Are you close?” Beck asks.

“Huh?” I groan as he tunnels deep into me.

“Close, baby. Are you close?”

“I think I am,” I pant out as he continues to fuck me almost mercilessly.

“Need to know,” he grunts. “Because I am and if you’re not, I’m going to pull out and eat your pussy again.”

Just the thought that he’s so intent on getting me off again sparks that little kernel of tightly wound passion to start to expand and pulse deep within me. “Oh, I’m close all right,” I tell him with an almost hysterical laugh.

“Good,” he says, and doubles up on the pace of his fucking.

Beck’s jaw tightens, his eyes focus on me with laserlike intensity, and he undulates against me in a perfect rhythm that seems to stroke every single inch of my flesh. His hips pump furiously and his cock hits me like a jackhammer, and he lets out a huge huff of breath just before his eyes squeeze shut.

It’s almost in slow motion as I watch his brow furrow, his teeth grab on to his lower lip, and his head tilt back as he starts to come. It knocks and rattles my own orgasm loose and I cry out in surprise at its power.

Beck grinds into me and mutters, “Fuck. Fuck that’s good. Fuck, Sela…coming inside of you is so goddamn good.”

“Yes,” I manage to gasp out as my channel clenches on to him tightly, ripples of pleasure going up and down my spine, curling my toes and my fingers almost spastically.

“Oh, Christ,” Beck pants as he lowers my legs off his shoulders. I realize at once that I was barely able to breathe being almost folded in half, and a rush of oxygen into my lungs makes me dizzy.

It causes me to let out an almost maniacal laugh of relief as I suck in more air.

Beck drops down on top of me, holding most of his weight off by digging his elbows into the mattress. He presses his face into my neck, kisses me softly, and then pulls up to stare down at me.

“That was kind of ‘wow,’ ” he says with a grin.

I nod, feeling lighter in heart and soul. Still that little bit of underlying sadness that my quest for vengeance is over, but considering what I just had with Beck…and that I could have that forever if I give this an honest effort, helps to lighten the burden of my loss somewhat.

Beck winds his hands under my back, rolls off me, and turns me into his arms until we are both lying on our sides face to face. He pushes a leg in between mine, brings a hand to the back of my head, and tucks it into the crook of his neck.

“When do you want to go to your dad’s to get the decorations?” he asks while the fingers on his other hand stroke up the middle of my spine.

“This weekend?” I ask him back, assuming he can’t take off time during the week. “I’m assuming he and Maria will want us to stay for dinner.”

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