Page 13 of Highest Bidder

Damn me for a weak, heartsick fool.

When I pry my gaze from the floor, I find her looking exactly like I always imagined. Smooth, creamy skin. Full, round tits with pink nipples just dying to be sucked. Flat stomach, hips begging to be gripped while I sink deep inside her.

And a shaved pussy, her clit peeking out from between puffy lips.

I reach her in two long strides and take her by the waist, pulling her close before invading her mouth with my tongue. She reaches behind me and tugs at my T-shirt, which I quickly pull over my head and toss aside. Her small hands run over my back, my shoulders as I lower her to the bed before getting on my knees between her thighs like a man about to pray.

She doesn’t offer resistance when I part them, but it’s clear she’s nervous by the way she jumps and twitches at my every touch. I place slow, firm kisses against her inner thighs, soaking in the scent of her arousal the closer I get to her untouched pussy. She loosens up, her legs falling wider apart, and now I have full view of her juicy, pink flesh.

“I’m going to eat this pussy,” I inform her, groaning when fresh cream drips from her quivering hole. “I’m going to get you nice and ready for me. All you have to do is relax.” I look at her over the length of her body, admiring the way her tits heave with every desperate breath she takes. The clear apprehension in those blue eyes of hers awakens every protective instinct. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Please. I want your mouth on me. I want you inside me.”

That’s what we both want, so I give it to us by taking a slow, deliberate lick along her smooth, glistening lips. Her sharp gasp dissolves into a moan as my tongue progresses up to where her clit demands attention. She’s peaches and cream and musk and sheer animal lust, her taste spreading along my tongue and waking up the need that was always just beneath the surface.

“Again…” she begs, straining upward, almost hyperventilating. “Oh, God, please…”

She thinks that was good? I lower my head again and this time flatten my tongue, delving deeper, spreading her lips and teasing her hole while she whimpers, her head rolling from side to side while her body undulates like a wave, sensual, needy. It’s enough to make me unzip my jeans and take myself in my fist, rigid and dripping.

I stroke myself in time with the gentle thrust from my tongue, working my way deeper into her tight little tunnel. “Oh, yes… yes, deeper… oh, Beckett…” It’s the way she moans my name that sends precum dripping over my knuckles. I’m at the limit of my control but I have to hold on for her sake. And for mine. I’m going to be the first man to take her, and I need her to remember this in case I never see her after tonight.

I slow my pace with my hand but not with my tongue, withdrawing from her needy cunt in favor of flicking the tip of my tongue across the tip of her swollen clit.

Her hips buck and she shrieks but I hold on, pinning her to the mattress by draping my free arm across her hips and holding her down. Her juices gush freely, coating my chin, soaking into the sheets beneath her as I continue massaging her bud.

“Beckett…” she whines, struggling against the arm holding her in place. “I think I’m going to… oh, God, I’m going to…” I respond by closing my lips around her clit and sucking, turning her whimpering into full-blown screams as she comes, flooding my senses with her taste and her smell and the sound of her ecstatic shrieks. It goes on and on thanks to the way I tease it out, determined to give her all the pleasure she can handle since this is my only chance at doing it.

Finally, she begs me to stop and I come up for air, pleased with myself and half-crazed with my own desire. She’s glowing, breathless, the most perfect thing I’ve ever set eyes on.

Then her eyes open, meeting mine, and hot lust blazes between us again. “Please, take me. I need you.” She reaches for me and I stand before lowering my jeans and shorts in one smooth, desperate motion. There’s fear in her eyes but desire overshadows it.

“I’m going to take it slow,” I promise, lowering myself on one forearm while positioning myself at her entrance with the other hand. She stiffens at the pressure from my head. “Relax. I’d never hurt you.”

The touch of her palm against my cheek stirs something in my chest. “I know you wouldn’t.” But still she closes her eyes and screws her face up like she’s bracing herself. There’s something touching about it.

The thought is immediately lost when I ease forward and her tight heat envelops me. “Oh, shit,” I groan, lost in sensation. Her muscles are still pulsing from her orgasm and they threaten to pull me deeper, promising release. But I can’t forget what she needs, which is why I take it an inch at a time, watching her process the feeling of being stretched, filled.

Finally I bottom out, the two of us locked together. She opens her eyes and offers a drowsy, pleasured smile. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” I grit out, fighting to hold onto my control.

“Worth sixty grand?”

“Every penny.” And then I withdraw slowly before filling her again. She wraps her legs around my hips, drawing me deeper, sighing softly every time I sink fully into her. In and out, her juices coating me, bodies moving together.

Soon her sighs turn to moans, louder with every stroke. “Can you do it harder?” she whispers between thrusts.

“You serious?” Her head bobs up and down and damn it, how am I supposed to say no? I give her what we both want, crashing against her, and her nails dig into my shoulders.

“Yes. Like that.” I give her more, pouring all my want into it. Years of frustration, of needing her, obsessing over her. All of it. By the time my balls lift and the familiar tingle begins at the base of my spine, I’m fucking her madly, desperately, driving her into the mattress and pulling high-pitched squeals from her as her tunnel tightens.

“Beckett! Beckett! Beckett!” Her voice is a rasping song in my ears before she goes silent, still, nails practically embedded in my shoulder. Then it breaks and she pulses around me and fuck, I’m going to come.

I pull out with barely a second to spare, coaxing the cum with my fist before finally exploding and spraying it over her stomach. God, sweet relief. I’m dizzy by the time the last drops land on her skin, but triumphant after having staked my claim.

She’s wearing the same drowsy, happy little smile, limp and breathless and flushed. Mine. She’s always been mine. No matter where I end up after this, she’ll always be mine. Nothing will change that.

Nothing except the buzzing from my phone, indicating a message. So much for afterglow.

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