Page 20 of Morning Wood

Next thing I know, Beck rips off my panties and slings my legs over his shoulders before shoving his face in my pussy.

“Oh! Beck, god, I…”

My senses are flooded, overwhelmed in the best way possible. His tongue darts in and out of my entrance, his nose circles my clit, and his stubble tickles the insides of my thighs. When he growls into my pussy, I gush for him, making him growl again.

Beck lifts his head and I stare down at him from between my legs. He's covered in my juices and it makes me moan just looking at him. He loves it. I love it.

His hands hold me steady when my hips jerk involuntarily, shaking with the pressure, the pleasure.

Beck sucks on my folds, first one side, and then the other. He turns his head and nips at my inner thigh before kissing the sting away. He gives the same attention to my other thigh and then licks up my slit. He's avoiding my clit, licking me everywhere except where I need him most.

“Fucking love this pussy. Delicious,” he groans, staring right at my core. Damn. I don't know what it is about that that turns me on so much, but I feel my walls pulse under his scrutiny.

“Jesus, you’re throbbing for me.”

“Please,” I try finding my voice, but I know it’s barely a whisper.

Beck grins and then dips his head, working me up again. I feel him everywhere, my clit, my slit, my hole. He never stays in one place for too long, surprising me each time his tongue lands on any part of my skin. My juices trickle down my slit and back entrance, tickling me and causing me to cry out. Beck’s tongue follows the trail, licking my ass and causing me to jump. He chuckles and resumes his attack on every single part of my cunt.

My head falls down to the counter as I grab his hair, riding his face, needing to find release for the orgasm he’s been teasing me with for what feels like hours. He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolling it in between his teeth, and I break.

“Yes! Oh, yes, ohmygod,” I scream. He licks me through my orgasm, sending me up and over, again and again. “God, I can’t… I can’t stop,” I cry out, gripping his hair.

I tremble as I come, pleasure rolling through my body and blocking out all thoughts. All sights. All sounds. The world disappears and there’s nothing left but my body gushing for him as he demands my orgasm.

Every bit of strength has been wrung out of my bones, and now drips down Beck’s beard. He stands up and leans over me, kissing me long and deep. I taste myself on him, loving how much it turns him on. He tries to pull away, but my mouth follows his. I bite his soft lips and lick my juices off of the tip of his nose.

“Fuck,” Beck growls, gathering me up in his arms and kissing me wildly. “You like that? Like when I kiss both of your lips?”

“Yeah,” I gasp before he nibbles on my neck and shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, I want to devour every inch of you.”

“Yes, please. Do that to me.”

Beck makes some sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat and then throws me over his shoulder.

“Beck!” I shriek, surprised by his caveman move.

He grunts, completing the whole caveman routine. I giggle and then shriek again when he tosses me down on the bed.

Beck strips down in record time and then pulls me up, getting me naked as fast as possible. His hands are everywhere, skimming over my shoulders, squeezing my breasts, trickling down my ribs, gripping my hips, and finally massaging my ass, pulling me closer to him so I can feel every solid inch of his need.

“I can’t go slow, baby. I need you.”

I nod and grab his hair, pulling him down into a wild kiss. I get lost as our tongues tangle, and when I open my eyes again, I’m flat on my back on the bed, with Beck leaning over me.

“Spread those legs, Bea. Need to be inside of you, right the fuck now.”

I open for him, offering my body up so he can use me however he wants. He slams his dick into me with a roar, splitting me in two. I love it. Love feeling his raw power, love knowing he needs me like this, love being able to provide this release for him.

Beck continues to piston in and out of me, grunting with each thrust. I wrap my legs around him and press my heels into the backs of his thighs, encouraging him to go deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he grunts, clearly struggling to hold himself back.

“I’m not going to break,” I tell him.

“I’m not worried about you breaking. You’re the strongest person I know.”

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