Page 9 of Control Freak
“Because I met you.” My face beams with a smile I can’t hide. I’ve barely taken my next breath when Beck’s lips come crashing down on mine. He cups my face with his giant hands. I feel so safe, so protected. How a man like this could ever think he’s anything less is mind-boggling.
He parts my lips with his tongue as we explore each other’s mouths. It’s like climbing a tree when I straddle him, squeezing his shoulders, pressing my center against his rapidly swelling cock. “Is this okay?” I ask.
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since you stepped inside my house.”
“Good.” I say, and kiss him harder, grinding my hips against his erection. Beck’s hands caress my waist. He pulls my t-shirt up over my head and tosses it to the side, then kisses my breasts over my bra. All of my senses ignite.
“I haven’t been with a woman in seven years.” He says, unhooking the clasp and throwing my bra to the side.
“It’s like riding a bike.” I tease.
For the first time in the less-than-twenty-four-hours I’ve known him, Beck huffs out a slight laugh. “That’s not what I meant.”
I press my hungry mouth against his. “No?”
“No. I mean, it might be difficult to go slow. To not throw you over my shoulder and have my way with you, to taste every inch of your sexy body.” My cunt ignites. “I want you like I’ve never wanted any woman in my entire life.”
His hot mouth lands on my breast, sucking my nipple between his teeth. I fist the back of his hair. “Then show me, Beck.” I pull him up to meet my gaze. “Show me.”
Chapter Eight
Beck
I can’t hold back. After seven years of practicing restraint, I’m ready to go buck fucking wild. I rise from the couch. Isla wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t pull my mouth away from hers, tasting every inch of her hot mouth.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl. She tries to respond, but I gently bite her bottom lip. A quick gasp escapes her lips as I set her down in front of the same table we just ate at. “Dinner was great,” I say, unbuckling her jeans, then I pull them down along with her panties. “But I’m ready for dessert.”
I ease her into a sitting position on the table and place my hands between her thighs and spread them wide enough to get a good look at her pretty, pink center. “Goddamn,” I say, licking my lips and taking in her gorgeous full figure. “I could come just looking at you.”
She flicks her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t do that.” She smiles, then nibbles on her bottom lip. She grips the front of my t-shirt and pulls me toward her, pulling it up over my head before wrapping her legs around me once more and drawing me toward her. Her center is wet against my stomach.
“Your body is inhuman.” She says, rubbing her way down my six-pack before her fingers stop at the waistband of my jeans. “You look like a superhero.” Finally, my jeans are off, boxers too.
“You don’t seem like you need saving.” I latch onto her breast as one hand rubs against her slick opening.
“I’ve never been this wet for anyone.” She says, and when I look her in the eye, her face is red. “Is it too much?”
Isla gasps as my finger slips into her tight opening. “No way, baby.” Her skin tastes like summer feels, warm and tropical. “I love how fucking hot you are for me.” My thumb trails over her engorged clit. Isla’s head falls backward, her body open and willing to receive me. She trusts me, and there’s nothing sexier than that.
I kiss my way down her stomach until my mouth is on her sex. My tongue flicks at her tiny bundle of nerves as I slide my finger in and out of her. Isla moans, and I nearly come right there. “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.” I’m a prisoner on death row, eating his last meal. Her legs spread even wider as I lap and suck at her delicious pussy.
“Oh my God, Beck.”
“Say my name again.” I moan against her cunt.
“Beck.” She whispers. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it, baby. Fuck my face.” Her hips move up and down as I breathe her in, pleasing her until I feel her lips quaking against my own. Her hot juices erupt all over me, down my chin and onto my neck.
“Dear Jesus Fucking Lord.” Isla spurts between breaths. “I haven’t come that hard ever…Hey!” I suck and nibble at her inner thigh and she playfully bats at my head. “That tickles, you.”
“Good.” I kiss up her stomach until I reach her mouth. “You should see how good you taste.” I don’t give her the option, pressing my mouth against hers. She lets my tongue explore her mouth.
“I hate how much that turns me on.” She giggles, a genuine sound I’ve already grown to love, then presses her damp forehead against my shoulder.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s just I’ve never really done much besides the basics.” My eyes widen. “No, I mean I’vedoneit all.” Her raw, red lips pull into a smile. “But in very basic ways. Like, never on a table.”
