Page 78 of Somebody to Save
The truth of his words slammed into me, and my heart hammered with excitement. We were alone.Completelyalone.
“Make me scream, then,” I panted and struggled against his grip on both of my wrists.
He growled and bit the tender skin of my shoulder blade, right at the base of my neck. It would definitely leave a mark, and by the time we were done, I wanted to be completely marked by him.
He shifted behind me, but he moved so fast that by the time I looked back, he was gripping his thick shaft in his free hand and slamming into me. And he made good on my request, making me scream at the fullness. I was wet, but not nearly enough to ease his entrance. For a moment, it felt like he was tearing me in half, and I was thankful he stilled inside me. Just long enough that I got used to his size.
My head dropped back to the ground, and I breathed hard, smelling the dirt and grass beneath me. I screwed my eyes shut and sucked in a cold breath as he began moving.
Consumed by his cock inside me, Beckett’s hold loosened, and I used the opportunity to jerk my hands free and dig my feet in the cold ground. I moved a few inches before his hand was a hard vise around the back of my neck and his other was mercilessly gripping my hip.
Fighting was pointless if the purpose was to move or free myself. But it wasn’t. I wanted him to hold me harder and never let up.
“Fight me all you want, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you until I fill this pretty little cunt with all of Daddy’s cum.”
My sarcastic retort died on my tongue as he pulled out and slammed back into me.Hard.So hard, I cried out into the cold night air and screwed my eyes shut at the flood of pain and pleasure.
“And you fighting, squirming beneath me, only makes me harder,” he said, and I swore I could feel his cock swell.
His grip was merciless against the back of my neck and my hip. Pinning me down, he kept me right where he wanted me as he fucked into me with little regard.
This wasn’t for me, I realized. Part of the game was that when he caught me, he’d do anything he wanted to me. And if he wanted to fuck me into the dirt and cover me in his cum, if he wanted to refuse to give me an orgasm, that was his right.
And somehow, the thought of being used for only his pleasure was more of a turn-on. I loved the idea that he was so overcome with lust and need that he could do no better than holding me down and taking what he needed.
Everything else in the world disappeared. There was only us and the carnal need between.
Tilting my hips higher, I arched my back and subsequently shoved my face harder into the ground.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Does my baby girl feel good? You finally giving in?”
Yes, Daddy,was on the tip of my tongue, but I liked the dynamic we were playing with too much. I liked the struggle.
“No,no,” I said instead, and Beckett only tightened his grip and punctuated each thrust. His hips snapped in a ruthless beat, his skin slapping against mine and stinging in the cold. I reached behind me and grabbed for both of his hands, but all I did was scratch his skin. His hold was so firm, I thought he’d never let go.
“Oh, but you’re so wet, baby girl. It’s almost like you want this.”
“No,” I said again, but the second time held little conviction. My hands slid back to the ground, and I dug my fingers into the dirt for something to hold onto.
“Don’t lie to me, Bubbles,” Beckett warned. Overwhelmed by him, the way he held me so possessively, and how he fucked me so mercilessly, I couldn’t open my eyes or begin to argue again. “You know better than to lie to me.”
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep up the pretense any longer.
“I want it,” I pleaded. “Please, use me. Fuck meharder.”
“I know you do,” he ground out. “God, you’re fucking perfect. Everything about you is…”
His warm touch against the back of my neck disappeared, and I whimpered when his cock slid out of me. But I didn’t have more than a second to think about it. Beckett’s large hands wrapped around my waist and flipped me over in one easy motion, and I gasped as my back hit the hard ground.
Instantly, Beckett loomed over me and collared a hand around the base of my throat. In one perfect, unforgiving motion, he slid back inside me, and my back bowed at his fullness.
The cold long forgotten, my entire body felt like it was going to ignite the grass beneath me. He used his freehand to lift one of my legs and notch my ankle over his shoulder. The angle drove him so much deeper into me, but my cries were choked by his hand encircling my throat.
It was so dark, but the moon allowed me to see the unbidden, wild look in his eyes. The darkness I’d coaxed to the surface was beautiful, the way it twisted his features and decimated all his control.
“My beautiful fucking girl,” he growled as he dipped down and brushed his lips against mine. My hamstring stretched with his movement, and he ground harder against my clit with every pinpointed thrust. I tightened around him and scraped my dirt-coated nails down his shoulders and arms in silent request for him to keep going.
So utterly consumed by him, I was beyond words. Not even my thoughts were coherent, each one muffled and clouded by desire.
