Page 16 of Morning Wood

His hard cock digs into my ass, so I wiggle a bit more until I feel his length nestle between my cheeks. Beck groans and rotates his hips, grinding his thick shaft against my ass.

“God, please, Beck,” I beg. My legs start shaking, and I have to lean forward and brace myself against the wall.

A low growl rises up from deep in Beck’s chest, the sound vibrating through me, nearly making me come on the spot. He grips my left leg just under my knee and lifts it so my foot is resting on the bench in the corner of the shower.

“That’s it, fuck, love when you’re spread out for me.” He continues touching every inch of me, caressing my thighs and widening my stance a bit.

Beck gives me a satisfied grunt, which makes me giggle. My laughter is cut off when his cock slides up and down my slit. He taps my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. I’m so damn sensitive and ready to come I think I might die if he doesn’t get inside of me this second.

“I’ve got you, Bea,” he murmurs, lining himself up with my entrance.

I’m expecting him to thrust inside of me and fuck me hard. I know he’s as desperate for me as I am for him. But Beck slowly inches inside of me, prolonging the sweet pain deep in my core. He grips my hips, holding me in place as he stretches me open. I hold my breath as he slides home, hitting the very end of me.

“Fucking Christ,” he whispers. “So good, baby. You feel so damn good.”

Beck pulls out, just as slowly, making me whine. I open my mouth to tell him to fuck me already, but then Beck slams his thick dick all the way inside, making me come instantly.

He wraps his arms around me, holding me up as I spasm around his cock. He fucks me through it, hammering into me over and over, as I continue to convulse and cry out his name. Beck grips the inner thigh of my leg that’s propped up, spreading me wider and angling my hips so he’s hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

“Y-y-yesss…” I manage to hiss out as I pound my fist against the wall and throw my head back against his shoulder. Beck wraps his hand around my throat, keeping my head tilted back as he splits me open with his dick.

“So fucking tight for me, love,” he grits out.

I whimper in response, already feeling another orgasm rushing to the surface. He must sense it, too. Beck keeps a firm grip on my neck, which is hot as fuck, and then trails his other hand down my body, circling my clit and then pinching it.

My orgasm slams into me, hard and fast, ripping a scream from my lips. Beck growls and ruts into me, rubbing furious circles over my swollen, pulsing clit. A painful, delicious pleasure takes over every part of my body as I come again for him, sobbing his name.

Beck pulls out and spins me around, crashing his lips down on mine as he lifts me up and spears me with his cock. I wrap my legs around his hips and hang on for dear life as he pins me to the wall and fucks me like a man possessed.

“Mine, mine, fucking mine. Say it, Bea. Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Y-yours,” I whisper, my voice scratchy from screaming his name.

“Louder,” he growls.

“I’m yours!” I cry out, writhing in his arms.

Beck roars and bites my shoulder as he comes, marking me, claiming me, fucking me raw. I gasp and open my mouth in a silent scream, my entire body pulsing, tensing, stretching… and then collapsing in on itself as my orgasm ravishes me from the inside out.

I swear I feel Beck come again, shooting his cum deep inside of me in forceful bursts.

I drag air into my lungs in short breaths, trembling in Beck’s arms as he keeps me pinned to the wall. I comb my fingers through his hair while he nuzzles into my shoulder, kissing over the spot where he bit me.

“Fuck, are you okay? I was kind of rough with you.”

“I… loved… every second,” I pant, still catching my breath.

Beck looks up at me, his eyes going dark as a deep growl rumbles through him. I think he might fuck me again, but then his eyes turn soft and he kisses my forehead.

"Let's get you washed up so you can rest. Then I'll do it all over again." My pussy clenches around his half-hard cock, making Beck groan. "Soon, he rasps. For now, let me take care of you."

I nod, my heart melting for this strong, sweet man. He gently sets me down and begins washing me. Beck's touch is achingly tender like I'm precious to him and he wants to savor every moment of being with me like this.

Once we’re both dried off and dressed, Beck makes us coffee from the new machine I purchased yesterday. I enjoy coffee, but I could take it or leave it. My man, however, has at least three cups with breakfast so I decided to invest in a good coffee maker.

“What are you up to today while I’m at work?” he asks. I frown slightly, though I try to hide it. Of course, Beck notices. “Trust me, I don’t want to leave either.”

“No, it’s not that,” I start. Beck pouts, which is about the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “I mean, yeah, obviously I wish you were staying here,” I tell him. Beck nods, making me smile. “I just feel guilty for making you work like every single day this week. I know you have other projects. You must be exhausted.”

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