Page 55 of Somebody to Save
Addison
Beckett backedme up against the warm tile wall, and I tightened my legs around him.
I didn’t want to get in the habit of comparing Beckett to Owen, because let’s be honest, there was no comparison. In the few weeks I’d been seeing Beckett, he was a million times better than Owen in every way possible.
Owen never cooked for me, and I’d had more orgasms with Beckett than I’d had with Owen in our entire relationship. And period sex? That was completely off the table with Owen. He said it grossed him out and he wouldn’t get anywhere near me during that week every month.
So, the fact that Beckett had me backed up against the shower wall was a pleasant surprise.
Steam surrounded us, and I moved my hips to notch his tip at my opening. He slipped against me, pressing in just enough that I gasped and rocked my hips harder. But I couldn’t manage to slip down farther.
“My needy girl,” Beckett muttered. I was feeling a littleneedy, but oh well. It had been too long since I’d felt Beckett inside me. “So eager to be fucked you forgot one thing.”
He flashed the condom in front of me and lifted it to his lips like he was about to tear it open. But I stopped him with a hand firmly around his wrist.
“Do we—do we have to use it?” His dark brows lifted, and I peered down at the package between his fingers. “I just don’t want to unless we have to. I’m on the pill, and I got tested a few weeks ago. And since you said there wasn’t anyone else for you…”
Beckett’s answer was definitive. He dropped the condom to the floor and slammed his mouth to mine as he easily slipped inside me. He muttered a curse against my lips, and I let my head fall back against the tile.
He buried his face against my birthmark on my neck and dug his blunt nails into my ass. Somehow he felt so much better bare. I didn’t think it was possible.
I’d actually never had sex without a condom before. I hadn’t trusted Owen enough to try without one. That should have been a sign, but the thought slipped away as Beckett pulled out and slammed back into me. He held me tightly enough that I didn’t slip up the wall as he pounded into me.
“You feel so good, Daddy,” I moaned, and his hot breath fanned over my neck as he gasped and groaned.
“Baby girl, nothing has ever felt better than you.” He kissed the center of my neck, and I combed my fingers through the back of his hair. I loved how long it was, sitting just above his shoulders, so there was more than enough to grab onto.
His rough stubble scraped against my skin, and I drowned deeper in the pleasure that overwhelmed every one of my senses. His cock was thick, and I loved the way I stretched around him. How he filled me and managed to hit that spot that made me see stars and make sounds I didn’t realize I was capable of.
He kissed underneath my chin, and I dropped my head back down. Our noses brushed, and his lips grazed mine.
“You look so pretty impaled on Daddy’s cock,” he muttered, and a smile slipped over my lips before I could hide it. Everything just felt so good. “I’m going to fuck that smile off your face if you’re not careful.”
“Please,” I moaned. “Give me your worst. You know I want it.”
Beckett didn’t have to be asked twice. His pupils dilated and his eyelids dropped as he snaked one arm around my lower back and ran the other one up my spine until he grasped the back of my neck.
He held me so easily and in the perfect position to thrust up into me. With my back against the unforgiving wall, Beckett set a ruthless pace. Hips snapping and hands groping, his sharp jaw worked as his eyes stayed intent on my face.
The tip of his cock grazed my cervix, and I pulsed around him with every harsh stroke.
My nails dug into his shoulders and scraped his scalp, and I would have been worried I’d draw blood if I weren’t so consumed by him.
“Better, baby girl? Is this what you wanted?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Yes, Daddy. It feels so good,” I moaned, and I loved the way his eyes darkened when I called him that. It made his restraint paper-thin or altogether nonexistent. But I knew what would send him hurtling even farther over the edge. Dirtier. He wanted itdirtier.“You fuck me so well, Daddy. I’m going to come all over your cock.”
The dirty talk wasn’t second nature to me like it was to him, but I’d been working on it. And my reward was his deep, masculine groan and stuttering hips as his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Yes, you’re going to come all over me. Choke my cock with this sweet little pussy.”
Still holding me with one hand, he dropped his other tobetween my legs and pinched my clit. Twin snakes of pleasure and pain wrapped around my limbs and sank their fangs into me. If they were venomous, I would have been nearly dead already. But I felt the exact opposite—I’d never felt more alive.
Beckett’s dexterous fingers slipped against my clit, and even when I clenched down on him hard, his thrusts didn’t stutter. He held me steadfast and fucked into me with sure, firm strokes, all while finding new ways to drive my pleasure higher.
“That’s my baby girl,” he panted. “Look at your pretty tits bouncing. God, everything about you is every man’s wet fucking dream. And you’re all mine. I’m so lucky.”
“All yours, Daddy. I’m all yours.”
