Page 17 of Phoenix

“My good girl was having a very dirty dream.” He twisted his wrist with a deep chuckle. “Remind me to have you tell me all about it. Later. After I’ve made you scream my name at least a few times.”

“Uh-huh,” I managed to breathe, ready to agree to just about anything with how he was touching me.

“Gonna make you so fucking ready to take my cock,” he murmured, breathing on my dripping sex. “I have to taste this pretty pussy.”

My legs shook as he dove his head between my legs, with the right amount of pressure in the perfect spots as he devoured me with his lips and tongue.

I gripped hard onto the sheets, my thighs shaking as I felt my whole body light up.

“Beck, yes! Oh yes, I’m going to come,” I panted, bucking my hips forward to meet his face.

He didn’t stop his movements, only picking up the pace. His fingers and tongue moved in rapid succession as I exploded, feeling my arousal drip down my thighs before he lapped up every last bit of it.

But he didn’t stop there. He kept at me, adding his fingers into the mix until I was screaming his name. “Beck! Yes, oh yes!”

I was barely coming down from the high of my orgasms—the first ever given to me by someone else—when he slid upward. He trailed kisses along my stomach, and then my shirt was off, his tongue swirling around each of my pebbled nipples.

His hazel eyes met mine, filled with fierce desire. “Damn, baby. You taste so fucking good. Need to start every day with my mouth on your pussy.”

With the pleasure he’d just given me, I wasn’t going to argue. “If you keep making me feel like that, I’m on board with that plan.”

He chuckled, the stubble of his beard tickling my chest before he lifted his face, kissing me hard. “Ready to take my cock, baby?”

“Yes, please,” I panted.

“That’s my good girl.”

My inner walls clenched at his praise.

He sat up, tossing his boxer briefs to the side. His body looked even better naked than it felt under the covers. I leaned forward, tracing my tongue along the swirling, black lines on his left pec.

“Down, baby,” he commanded, nudging me onto my back and sliding just the tip of his dick against my drenched folds.

That was all the warning I got before he started to slide in slowly until he filled me to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

His gaze stayed on mine as he let my body adjust to his fullness.

I spread my legs wider, getting used to his massive size before I gripped his shoulders and moved my hips ever so slowly.

“That’s it, baby, take my cock,” he encouraged.

I ground against him, any hint of the earlier pain replaced by pleasure. “Feels so good.”

“Thank fuck,” he groaned, gripping my hips to pull me toward him with each thrust as he picked up the pace.

When my inner walls clamped around his hard length, he growled, “That’s it, baby. Give me another one. Come all over my cock.”

“Yessss,” I hissed.

My whole body hummed as I licked down his pec, retracing the lines of his tattoo. He breathed hard against me, and each time he moved, the glide of his thick dick sent another shock wave straight to my core.

His hand went between us, and I didn’t know I could get even more turned on until he rubbed my clit while continuing to pump in and out of me. That was all it took for me to explode, and I cried out his name. “Oh, my…Beck! Yes!”

“Fuck, that’s it. Take it all, baby. Milk my cock with that sweet pussy. Yes! Fuck!”

I pumped my hips to meet his, taking in all of him as his orgasm followed mine.

Both our bodies finally stilled, and we stayed connected, our breathing in sync. I never wanted to move from that moment, but Beck eventually detached and got up.

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