“I want a taste…” he murmured, pulling away.
“You already stole a kiss from me…”
I let out a soft gasp as he knelt down on one knee and threw my exposed leg from the dress slit over his shoulder. His fingers trailed up and down my leg and I was grateful for the wall behind me as I wanted to melt in his hold.
“You’re right, Flower…but those aren’t the only lips that I want to kiss.”
Chapter ten
Rosenna
Thishadtobea dream. I had to fucking be dreaming.There was no absolute way that at Vincent Garcia’s charity dinner, I was in the back room, against the wall, with his son on his knees in front of me while my husband waited for me in the next room.
“Beckham, please—”
My words died in my throat as I placed my hand over my mouth.
He placed a kiss on my aching clit covered by my lace.
“Fuck, you smell so sweet,” he muttered, and I moaned softly as he placed a few more kisses while he groped my ass in both of his hands.
His hands went up a bit more, and he looked up at me as he pulled my underwear down slowly, but I caught his hands in a desperate final attempt to stop him one last time.
“Beckham, wait—” I pleaded, but his gaze seem unwavering as narrowed his eyes.
“Rosenna. I’m only going to say this once.Move your fucking hands.”
With a small gulp, I reluctantly moved my hands as he took my leg off of his shoulder and pulled my panties down in an instant. I stepped out of them, and my face burned as he put them in his back pocket.
He placed my leg back over his shoulder, and I moaned as he licked my clit once.
Looking up at me, he stopped for a moment before gripping my hips again and diving back in as if he hadn’t eaten in days. My hands found his hair as I leaned my head back in ecstasy. I tried to keep my voice down as anyone could walk over at any second, but he didn’t care.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he practically growled, and I convulsed as he continued devouring me. Tonguing my clit, groping my ass,it was all to much. I felt powerless. I feltdisgustedwith myself, however, my pussy that was growing even more wet contradicted that emotion.
He gazed up at me, his eyes terrifyingly genuine—wide, almost innocent, like he truly believed nothing he was doing was that bad. Like he had no idea how he was unraveling me.
He is fucking crazy.
“You can tell me to stop, Flower. You won’t, though.Because you need this.”
He was torturing me, sucking on my clit, teasing my entrance and toying with my bud.
I was coming apart on the wall, my back arching, my mind at odds with my body, wanting to push him away but needing him closer.It felt almost too good.
“He… he doesn’t know how to take care of you.” Beckham pulled away and pushed two fingers into me. Tears filled my eyes as he placed a kiss on my clit again, curling his fingers. “Doesn’t know how much you need to be fucked into a submissive little whore… Do you think he even knows how wet you get for me?”
I slapped the wall behind me with my hand, fisting his hair in a death grip with my other, feeling my release building.
As his lips went back to sucking my clit, I shamelessly grinded my hips into his face, needy whimpers escaping me as he stayed put, like he wanted me to suffocate him.
“Give it to me, Flower, fucking cum like the good little whore you are for me. Good girl… good fucking girl,” he whispered as he continued to lick my clit as his fingers hit one spot repeatedly, making me come undone.
He finger-fucked me through my orgasm, lapping up my release with hungry groans before I pushed him away as I grew overly stimulated, barely able to keep my balance at this point. He placed my leg back on the ground as I trembled helplessly.
I breathed heavily as he stood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. My legs shook involuntarily as he gazed down at me, his face shining with my release. He smiled another one of his sinister smiles, and I knew only something bad could come out of his following words.
“We still have unfinished business, Flower. You still owe me another portrait. If I were you, I would schedule for something soon, or…” He leaned down to whisper into my ear.“I may have to let your husband know how fucking good his little wife tasted on my tongue.”
