Page 41 of Coming Home to You
“Watch,” I tell him, my eyes hooded as I look down at his cock buried inside my pulsing pussy.“Watch as my pussy rides your cock.Watch as I take you inside me, watch while your cock makes me come.”Beck groans loudly, his fingers gripping my hips so hard I feel like I might bruise.I hope I do, I hope he marks me.
“Start moving, baby,” he tells me and I lift off his shaft and slide down so slowly it’s almost painful.Leaning back, I begin to move faster; Beck’s hard cock slipping through the wetness of my pussy, each pass coating his long, firm shaft.
His eyes are watching as I take him and I can see the desire that forms on his face as my pussy swallows his cock with each pass.
Beck sits up, his mouth sucking at my breast roughly; he bites down leaving teeth marks and causing me to cry out loud.He does the same to the other, this time biting and sucking until my breast is left with swollen red welts.
“Oh my god,” I call out and Beck grips my ass with his fingers.“Mark me,” I moan as I continue to ride his cock, each pass growing harder with need.
Beck lifts me from his throbbing dick, stands and bends me over the bed, his hand on my back, and my ass in the air.
I can feel my wetness running down my inner thighs when Beck groans in appreciation.His hand connects with my ass; a loud slapping sound echoing in the room as he growls, “I love the way my handprint looks on your perfect ass.”And I gasp, loving the thought of him marking me.“I can’t wait to watch my come drip from your sweet pussy after I finish fucking you.”
“Do it, please,” I beg, my fingers finding my clit and I begin to rub frantically as I try to find my release.
It’s in that instant that Beck thrusts inside me, his hands holding my hips as he pounds into me.I feel my release build and my legs begin to shake as my pussy pulses around his hard cock.When Beck calls out my name, we come together, both of us longing for release and getting exactly what we need.
Beck collapses on top of me, his chest to my back; he scatters a series of soft kisses down my spine, before lifting off of me.
He steps back and groans as I feel his come seep from my pussy and down my thighs.I look at him over my shoulder, his eyes on my ass and thighs, staring intently.
“I’ve never felt so possessive over someone in my life,” he says, this time, his eyes meeting mine.“And right now, looking at your beautiful ass in the air, your cheek still pink with my handprint and my come dripping from your pussy, I know you’ll always be mine.”
Most women would be disgusted by his words, but not me.The tone of his voice and the assertiveness I hear only makes me want him more.
I turn over, taking my breasts in my hands, pushing them together as I ask, “What about my tits?Are those yours too?”Knowing they’ve been marked multiple times by his mouth.
“Mmmm,” he says, sensually.“Those sweet tits were mine when you first let me suck them behind that sand dune when you were fifteen.You had perfect tits back then and nothing’s changed.”
Stalking over to me, Beck picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us both into the bathroom.
After a nice long shower, we’re lying in bed sated and quiet.The room is dark, but neither of us is sleeping when I ask how things went with Finn and Ryan.
“Ryan’s heading back to Boston tomorrow morning and he’s going to do another sweep of that fucker’s place to see if anything was missed the first time around.”I feel Beck tense against me as he talks about Jason and I don’t want to ruin the feeling that both of us currently have, so I change the subject.
“I think someone’s going to be pretty disappointed that he’s leaving.”I giggle just thinking about the massive crush Erin has on Ryan.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that and I don’t doubt that Ryan’s going to miss the shit out of her too.I’ve never seen him like this before.”
“Never seen her like this either.I think they just might be perfect together.”
Beck laughs and responds with, “Don’t tell either of them that.I think they’re still in denial.”
The room falls silent again and Beck quietly says my name, but something about it is different and I know what he’s about to tell me is something he’s struggling to get out.
“What is it?”I ask, almost fearful.
Beck takes a deep breath before saying, “Finn and the guys found twenty video cameras in your house.”
“Oh my god,” I stutter out as I feel the bed begin to spin and vomit rise up in my throat.“Twenty?”I whisper.
“Yeah,” Beck spits out and I hear the hatred weigh heavy in his voice.He pulls me closer to him and kisses my hair a few times before assuring me that there are no more.
“The damage is done, Beck,” I say and I feel my body shudder.The thought that he has videos, hours and hours of video, of me in my home, doing god knows what, is far more disturbing than anything he has done so far.
I curl my body around Beck’s, but I know nothing will ever be able to remove the images I have in my head, I can only hope that my nightmares are worse than the reality.
“Baby,” Beck says, his voice coated with sympathy, but he says nothing after that.I close my eyes and pray for a restful night's sleep.
