Page 64 of Uproot

I know for sure in this moment that the two of us were meant to find each other. Even though the circumstances that brought us together were disheartening, there has been so much beauty that has come from it all.

He moves his tatted hands to my towel, taking his time to slowly unwrap me like I’m a precious gift he’s been given.

He exposes my breasts and stomach first, inhaling a deep breath before removing the towel from around my hips and lower half of my body.

He lets the towel go, rubbing a hand down his face as his eyes light on fire. “I don’t think you truly understand just how beautiful you are, angel,” he rasps, running his finger over my cheek. “This perfect face.”

“And these gorgeous curls,” he continues, tracing his fingers over my hair.

He moves his mouth to my neck, placing kisses all the way down to my chest. “These beautiful tits,” he growls, wrapping his lips around my nipples one at a time.

I intake a breath, my hands thread through his hair as he continues his exploration and praise. “This stomach that was made to be kissed,” he whispers, moving his hands up my thighs. “These legs that I dream of being wrapped around my head. And this pussy..”

He looks up at me and his fingers delve between my legs. I feel his breath as he dips his head down, his fingers moving to spread me open for him. His head lowers until I feel his warm breath tingling against my wet skin.

“This pussy was made to be worshipped. And that’s what I intend to do for the rest of my life, angel.”

I cry out as his tongue delves between my folds, his groan vibrating over my pussy in delicious waves. He licks me and sucks my clit into his mouth as if I am the most delectable thinghe has ever tasted, his large body grinding into the bed like a man possessed.

“Beck, p-please. I want you,” I beg, the only coherent words that I can vocalize, even though they are nowhere sufficient enough to describe the desire firing inside of my body right now.

He lets go of me and shakes his head, his eyes dark with lust. “Not yet. I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you, and you know how big daddy is, sweetheart,” he rasps.

My pussy pulses at his words, and his head returns between my legs, digging his fingers into my thighs as he sets back to work, determined to make me explode.

I don’t think there’s a task that Beckett Kade has ever had that he did not do with all of his heart and soul, and eating pussy is no exception.

He is talented in a way that has made me need to block out how he learned all of these exceptional skills.

It doesn’t take long before I start coming, pressing myself shamelessly against his mouth, grinding onto his talented tongue as my orgasm soars through me. I whimper and writhe as he licks me clean, groaning in satisfaction.

He rises from between my legs, and moves to caress his tongue against mine, rotating it around in slow circles. I taste myself on it and my back arches from the bed as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I kiss him back hungrily, feeling like I’m going to explode if I don’t get him inside of me.

He takes his lips away from mine and wraps his fingers around my throat, pushing me back down onto the pillow. He unknotsthe towel around his waist with his other hand and I stare down at his hard cock shamelessly while he moves to straddle me.

He grinds his hard length against my pussy and squeezes my neck. “Please, Beck,” I beg, my hips gyrating in need.

He tilts his head at me, a smile playing on his lips, “You want that, sweetheart?” he taunts, rubbing his thumb across my throat.

I lick my lips, “Yes Beck.Please.”

He lowers his mouth over mine, “Then ask again, and address me properly this time, little girl.”

I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut.

Why do those words make my entire body light on fire every time he says them?

You know why. A voice in my head responds.

I’ve always craved the words and type of affection that Beckett naturally gives me without needing any explanation. He not only knows exactly what I need, but it’s like he needs it just as desperately as I do.

I open my eyes and place my shaking hands on his wrist, looking him in the eyes as I spread my legs wider.

His eyes narrow and I whisper, “Please fuck me,daddy.”

He grinds his jaw, releasing my neck and giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. “Can I have you just like this?” he rasps, rubbing the head of his cock painstakingly slow through my wet folds.

“I was tested a few months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time,” he explains, his eyes moving from between my legs back up to my eyes.

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