Page 25 of Beck & Coll
“Oh my gosh! That concert was so good.” She gushed as we exited the auditorium with the crowd.
I chuckled. “Surprisingly good.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been into Allura, but she gives a good show.” I intertwined our fingers. “You hungry?”
“A little. But I’m more ready to go back to the cottage.”
I started us off in the missionary position, so I could look her in the face. She was so damn pretty.
“Fuck, Coll. You feel so fucking good.” I fought to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape from my lips.
Sliding into Collins unexpectedly took my brain to dangerous places, like how I would have to murder somebody if I thought she was giving them what should only belong to me.
Her pussy was the promised land. It was wet, tight, gushy, and hotter than hell. The second I was fully encased, it became my favorite place on earth. The shit wasn’t normal, but I wasn’t trying to think about all that. I wanted to concentrate on how it felt.
I bucked my hips into her, sinking further into nirvana. She raised her shoulders from the bed, her mouth open, waiting with an unspoken request. I gave her my tongue, and she sucked it while I plunged into her over and over.
Burying my hands in her soft green hair, I pulled roughly. Driving into her caused her to break the kiss and moan out my name like it was her own personal affirmation.
I slid my hands under her ass, opening her wider, falling even deeper into her and pulverizing a different spot inside her. She panted, her breathing erratic and her wails growing louder. I knew she was close. Her body was producing an abundance of creamy, sticky wetness. She was drowning me in her shit, and she hadn’t even cum yet.
“I can't get enough of this pussy,” I told her.
She placed her right hand at my mouth. I accepted her fingers, sucking them as I slammed into her with no mercy. Her whines and whimpers were like music to my ears. They made me want to tie a ribbon around the world, hand it to her, and tell her it was hers. I pulled my strokes from floorboards, while she dug the fingernails of the hand that wasn’t in my mouth into my shoulder blade.
“Beckham!”
I could tell by the fact that my dick felt submerged in a tight, warm bath that she was cumming.
“Beckham!”
She sounded so good that it caused my dick to grow harder than it already was.
“You feel so fucking good.” I punctuated each word with a thrust into her middle.
Sweat coated our bodies as we took and gave in equal measure. My heart pounded in my chest as I filled her, stretching her in ways that made me want to crash out and lean in at the same time. The feeling of claiming her… making hermine was heady as hell. Her body shuddered underneath mine, and even I trembled from the pleasure. The bed creaked with every pump, threatening to either break or at least give us away as we descended further into fulfillment.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
I pounded her out for a few additional minutes before I spurted loads of hot nut into the condom and practically collapsed next to her.
Once I caught my breath, I gathered Collins in my arms and held her close to me. I didn’t even get how I was supposed to let her go back to Chicago in a week. But somehow, I was going to have to figure out how to do just that.
Saturday morning startedwith a round of sex before I let Beck go home. He wanted to shower and get ready for our next adventure—canoeing.
“You sure about this?” I questioned, as I took the bright orange life jacket from his hand. “You know the wilderness hasn’t really been feeling me.”
“I heard you did good at horseback riding.”
“I think that was because Stanton kind of adopted me. He stayed by my side, which I’m sure was the difference in horseback riding being a success.”
He glanced over at me. “Uh, I’ve stayed by your side, Coll. I was right by your side when you tried to tumble off the mountain and when you tried to… I don’t know… kiss that fish.”
