Page 105 of Anteros' Return

“Fuck me, Beck,” she whimpered against my lips, her voice a desperate whisper against my mouth. Her eyes smouldered with raw desire. I smirked as I pressed my lips to hers and savoured her sweet moan.

“I plan on it, but first I need to taste how sweet that pussy is,” I growled. My voice vibrated against her skin as I trailed kisses down her neck.

I took her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as she arched her back with a soft moan. My lips decorated her body as I left a trail of fiery kisses in my wake, mapping my way down towards her pussy. Each time our lips met, a soft, involuntary gasp escaped her, catching in her throat like a soft melody. The sound was raw and intense, resonating like a whispered symphony that made my heart race.

I flicked my tongue over her clit as she gasped, her hands finding my hair instantly. I groaned against her as I ran my tongue along her wet slit. She was fucking drenched for me, and there were no damn words to describe how she tasted. I ate her pussy like she was my last meal, her moans of pleasure filling the room around us. Alternating between licks, nips, and sucks, her legs trembled at the sides of me.

“Fuck, Beck.” She gasped, fisting the sheets.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” I murmured, my words sending shivers over her body. Her moans grew wilder as her body arched with every stroke of my tongue. I slid my fingers inside her, teasing her clit while my fingers worked her in a come-hither motion.

“I need you, Beck! I need you to fuck me, please.” Her voice was laced with desperation as she pleaded for me to fill her.

I happily obliged, rising to my knees as I removed my jeans, my cock springing free. I teased her entrance with the head of my cock as her eyes silently begged me. I thrusted inside of her as she clenched around me. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I began to move.

“You’re mine. Every single inch of you.” I whispered against her mouth as I pressed my lips against hers.

As I fucked her, she pulled me into her, her fingers now digging into my cheeks, and I knew what my woman wanted. I just needed her to say it.

“Harder, Beck, please.” Words escaped her in a husky whimper. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

I gave her what she craved, my thrusts becoming more urgent, more relentless as she moaned louder, barely able to catch her breath.

“Breathe with me. Feel all of me. That’s my good fucking girl.” I growled into her neck as I sucked roughly on her skin.

“Fuck, Beck, I’m close.” She panted, her body tightening around me as she neared the edge.

“Does my girl want to come?”

“Yes, please… Make me come… Please…” She was losing herself as her fingers dug into my skin more and more with each thrust.

“Come for me,” I commanded, thrusting into her with fierce intensity. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

Her scream of release was music to my ears. Her pussy clenched around my cock as her body trembled, sending me over the fucking edge. “Fuck.” I roared, my own release crashing through me. I fell blissfully into the abyss as our bodies trembled in sync.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead as my heart raced in my chest. “I love you, Em.” I kissed her lips in a soft embrace.

I removed myself from her with a groan before carrying her to the shower to get ourselves cleaned up.

I tried my best to clean up my knuckles as Em watched from beside me, a half-hearted smile on her lips.

“What happened, Beck?” she asked, her voice calm and understanding.

“I punched Mike, that’s what happened.” I sighed.

“Why’d you do it?”

“Because he said shit about you, and I wasn’t going to stand there and do nothing. The prick deserved it, Em.”

“Thank you.” She took the cream from me and began circling it gently across my knuckles to reduce the bruising.

“For what?” I arched my brow, wondering exactly why she needed to thank me.

“For standing up for me against him. I don’t know what he said, but thank you.”

“Nobody speaks that way about you and gets to stand there with no repercussions.” I couldn’t take my eyes off how gentle she wrapped up my hand. “I love you, Em.”

She tucked the last bit of fabric in place, her fingers deftly smoothing out the wrapping. Her lips curved into a shy smile while the apples of her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink. My shirt drowned her small frame, the unbuttoned sections revealing glimpses of her collarbone.

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