Page 61 of Solitude

Like I taste better than any meal he’s ever been served.

I’m melting into the mattress, staring up at him with hooded eyes. I don’t know what possesses me to ask, but I can’t help myself. “How do I taste?”

“Curious?” He smirks.

“A little bit.”

“Here.” He pushes his fingers inside me, eliciting a gasp from my mouth. One second, he’s pumping two fingers in and out of me slowly, and I feel that pressure begin to build low in my belly once again. Then the next second, he’s pushing those same fingers into my mouth. “Open up. Taste yourself.”

I do as he says. My tongue licks over his skin languidly, and I try not to feel weird about where he’s just had them.

“So sweet.” Beck crawls up my body, trailing wet kisses over my belly then over my breasts. He pulls each of my nipples into his mouth, and my back arches off the bed at the feel of his tongue and teeth scraping over the sensitive bud.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

“This feels so surreal,” I throw my head back againstthe bed, my fingers tangling in his hair as he kneads my breasts. “We’re going to have sex, right?”

Beck chuckles and lifts his head. “Do you want to have sex?”

“Yes. Please. I want to feel you inside me.”

He groans, and when he rolls his hips, I feel the tip of his dick hit just left of my pussy. I squirm in his hold, and when he does it again, his dick slides through my wetness before landing on my lower belly.

“Beck, please.”

“Are you sure?”

Always with the questions. “Yes! I’m saying please, Beckett. Come on.”

He kisses me hard and fast through a grin. “I hope this overwhelming feeling I have around you never goes away.”

Me either.

“How do you want me?” I find myself asking.

Beck huffs out a laugh. “So many fucking ways, baby, but right now, I want to see your face. Here, lift your hips. There you go.”

I do as he asks as he fluffs a pillow and pushes it underneath me. I’ve been ignoring just how big his dick actually is now that we’re here. I’ve read enough books to know it’s silly to think he won’t fit, but I’m not delusional enough to think it won’t hurt.

Even his fingers were a tight fit.

As if reading my thoughts, he gives his length a couple of slow, languid strokes then drops his hand to cup mypussy. Two fingers enter me, and after a minute, he inserts a third digit.

“C’mere.”

My words slur as I yank him down and cover his mouth with mine. I can’t get enough. I need him everywhere. His tongue in my mouth, his hands on my body, and his dick buried inside my pussy. And I’m tired of waiting.

Sliding my hands over his back and down toward his ass, I pull him closer and feel his cock slide through my slit as he moves his hands to catch himself so he doesn’t smother me. Beck’s eyes are closed, and I pull him into me again, wrapping my legs around his hips to rock forward.

“Winnie—”

“No, no, no.” I mumble. I’m too distracted with the sight of him between my legs to say anything else, and I drop my head down to the mattress as the tip of his cock catches on my hole.

“Fuuuuuck,” Beck groans.

He pushes himself up onto his knees and grips my knees, spreading me wide for him, and I lift onto my elbows again to see what he’s seeing. To watch the way his dick disappears inside of me inch by inch. To see the way he fits inside me so perfectly.

It hurts. Don’t get me wrong. It really freaking hurts, and I squirm against the bed as Beck rocks gently against me.

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