Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned through a chuckle. “You’re sick.”
“I’m already close,” I complained.
“I’ve been close for an eternity,” he grunted, fucking me faster again. “Fuck me, you’re tight. This sweet little ass, pup…”
“Hnngh.” I pushed against him as much as I could.
He brought the pain back, and the tears fell once more.
This time, he didn’t stop.
He chased his orgasm with merciless thrusts, and I sank into a pit of filth. Maybe he understood what the crying did to me? Either way, he didn’t change anything when I couldn’t hold back my cries, and it messed with me. It was like he threw me into a pool of humiliation where it didn’t matter to him that I was upset, except I felt safe and listened to outside the fantasy. He was giving me what I’d asked for.
In the middle of that emotional chaos, he nudged me over the edge, and I started coming. I moaned and sobbed at the same time, and his thrusts became sharper. He jackhammered into me and surrendered to his own climax.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted. He pulled out and came on my ass, two hot splashes of come, then pushed in again with a long groan.
He covered me from head to toe, and the pressure squeezed the last of the tension out of my body. My mind was completely blank and quiet.
My heart slowed down gradually.
He didn’t let go of my cock immediately. Instead, he touched it gently and rubbed my come all over it.
His breathing evened out. So did mine.
Shivers ran through us both, and when he yawned, I yawned.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he whispered.
I nodded.
I would’ve preferred to linger a few more minutes, but he was eager. He withdrew from me and dragged me out of bed—
Jesus.
My legs were jelly. I had to steady myself against him.
He smiled a little and ushered me into his private bathroom.
I squinted at the harsh light.
My brain was so calm and happy that I didn’t want anything disturbing the peace. Nothing too bright, no unnecessary impressions.
Beckett wordlessly soaked a towel in hot water and left the water running, and then he washed me with the soft fabric, and I shivered at the sensations.
“You don’t have to do that,” I mumbled.
“I absolutely do,” he murmured. “I’ve never been that rough with anyone outside the safety of my dirty mind, so you’ll have to put up with some fussing.”
He was being all sweet and stuff, and maybe I needed that now. It brought some warmth back to my heart.
He reached around me to wash my ass.
I quirked a smile at him. “We fucked.”
He let out a quiet chuckle and met my gaze for a second. “I’ll say.” Then he gave me a quick kiss before his focus returned to my come-stained ass. Oof, okay, so his fingers weren’t tired of me yet. He slipped his middle finger inside me, and he made an appreciative humming sound. “Your ass is something else.”
I bit my lip.
I was happy.
“Does it hurt?”
I shook my head. “Not yet anyway.” I had no doubt it would. I could feel the soreness coming on. Tomorrow would be rough. “I think you fucked my pain receptors into a coma.”
He grinned lazily and shook his head.
He was so damn beautiful. His eyes seemed brighter.
I sniffled, ’cause my nose was a little stuffy.
When he was done, he took care of my front too, and his unhurried movements lulled me into a sleepy state of relaxation. I was so ready to curl up in his arms and—oh fuck.
I swallowed nervously. No, no, no, this couldn’t ruin things. Happy place, happy place. My mind was still at peace. I had to keep it that way. So, I had to accept things and be prepared. He might very well want to sleep alone. A fuck didn’t mean anything, necessarily.
He had sworn off relationships and whatever. Besides, we couldn’t actually date. At most, I could cross my fingers and hope for a fuck-buddy dynamic.
He made quicker work of cleaning himself up, so I was running out of time. I had to ask him and get ready for an answer I didn’t want.
“Can I sleep in your bed?” I asked warily. “Just for tonight.”
He snorted softly. “After what we just did, I wouldn’t let you sleep anywhere else.”
Fuck me sideways, I couldn’t hide my shit-eating grin if my life depended on it.
“We fucked,” I supplied helpfully. Not just, “after what we did, blah-blah.” We’d fucked. Oh my God, had we fucked.
He tossed the towel in the corner next to the sink, then cupped my face in my hands and kissed me. “Yeah, we did.” One more kiss, and he lined himself up against me, letting me feel his body heat again. “That was something straight outta my filthiest dreams.”
I shuddered and burrowed into his embrace. “Mine too.” I kissed him back and slid my hands up his sexy chest. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”