Page 27 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

My thrusts increase in speed, tightness coiling deep in my gut. “I’ve been desperate since the moment I saw you, baby girl.”

She pushes me back, hopping off the counter. My dick weeps at the loss of her warmth. Flipping around, she bends over, sliding her panties down her legs. “Then maybe you should show me what it feels like.”

Seeing her ass bare and her legs spread sends a shot of desire spiking through me. I step into her, my tip sliding through her lips, torturing us both.

“Not until you tell me,” I whisper.

Our eyes lock in the mirror. My chest swells at the knowledge that in this moment, she’s mine.

“I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.” She hesitates. “And then I don’t want it to ever happen again.”

My heart squeezes, but I ignore the ache. She’s right, after all. This can’t go on after tonight.

I slide back inside her, picking up the same deep, fast pace. My palm lands harshly on her cheek, her ass jiggling, the smack resounding in the air.

“God. Yes. Do it again,” she moans.

“You need to be punished, Rebecca? For that insolent fuckin’ mouth of yours?”

I smack her harder. Heat simmers in my groin as I stare at the pink imprint of my hand.

She mewls, her pussy fluttering. I reach around, palming her tit, my lips next to her ear. “Come for me, baby girl.”

She does. Immediately. Like she was waiting for me to say the words. My eyes snap to her face in the mirror, needing to see my effect on her. It’s a thing of beauty, watching her fall apart on my dick. She bites her hand to stifle her scream, and the sight of her in the throes of orgasm pushes me over the edge. My balls draw up tight, my cock exploding violently, pumping my load deep inside her.

I collapse on top of her, panting, the aftershocks of my orgasm tingling through my body.

Knock. Knock.

“Hey, hurry the fuck up! You’ve been in there forever!”

Becca’s eyes widen as they meet my reflection, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. She giggles. It’s infectious and I can’t help but laugh, my forehead resting against the small of her back.

Christ. This girl makes me crazy.

I wish I could keep her.

15

Eli

I have no idea what the hell to say as we get redressed, so I say nothing. I just lean against the cold concrete wall—knocks still pounding outside the door—watching as Becca tries to unsmear her makeup. Our eyes meet in the mirror.

“You know… you’re lucky I’m on birth control.” She wipes a finger under her lip.

My stomach drops. I was so lost in the moment of finally being with her that it wasn’t even a thought in my mind.

I grimace. “Yeah, logical thought wasn’t really happening. I’m sorry.”

She stares at me for a second, rubbing her lips together. “It’s okay.”

Heaving a sigh, she spins, leaning against the counter I just fucked her on. My dick twitches at the memory.

The door bangs again from someone’s fist, only this time we don’t laugh. My chest wrings tight knowing when we walk out of this room things will go back to how they were. Becca twirls her hair around her hand and starts to leave. I step in front of her before she can twist the handle.

“Wait. Are you… are things—” I blow out a breath.

She gives me a small smile, shaking her head. “Eli, don’t.”

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