As if he could sense me trying to get my words out, he forced his cock in deeper as he gripped my thighs tighter. Panic clawed up my throat, but my body betrayed me as it begged for more.
“Beckham...” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Wait. I can’t.”
“Youcan, and youwill,Flower. Come on. Cum on my cock.”
If he wasn’t holding me, I would have surely fallen to the ground as I rested my head on his shoulder, my arms feeling weak as I came over him.
“Good girl… fuck,” he muttered, and I let out small whimpers as he went harder and eventually came loudly inside of me as he leaned his head back.
He continued pumping himself in me, and I bit my lip as I felt his cum seeping deep into my core. He felt me clench around his length, and another sinister smile came to his face as he made sure I milked every last drop.
He walked me over to the bed and laid me on my back as he pulled out, tapping his cock on my sensitive clit. I flinched as I tried to close my legs, and he tsked as he forced my thighs apart, wanting me to be even more exposed to him.
My eyes fluttered closed, and I bit my lip as he placed a small kiss on my neck, slowly pushing his tip back into my heat.
I was close to being brought back into reality, close to realizing I’d made the worst mistake of my life, but I could only moan as he filled me again, stretching me open.
The look in his eyes told me he knew what was on my mind. However, as quick as the racing thoughts came, they left as a needy whimper escaped me.
I barely had time to register anything before he snapped his hips forward, burying himself so deep that I choked on a breathless moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing the contact to ground myself, as his lips brushed against my ear—teasing and taunting.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter sixteen
Rosenna
Stretchingmylimbsinbed, I turned to the other side with a soft moan of exhaustion. It wasn’t until I’d smelt that same hint of mahogany, leather and pure sex did my eyes pop open as my heart basically stopped.
I wasn’t home…No, I was in another bedroom. With the distinct rustic interior design and large windows, I knewexactlywhere I was.
Sitting up, I pulled the blanket to my chest.
What have I done?
I was supposed to stop. I was supposed to get away from this man. I was supposed to make up with Gavin.
Iwasn’tsupposed to give in to the temptation. Iwasn’tsupposed to give in to my nonmarital thoughts. Iwasn’tsupposed to give in tohim.
What have I done?
Standing, I quickly grabbed my things as I heard the bathroom door open. With my heart racing in my chest, I frantically pulled on my clothes and saw Beckham in the mirror as he approached me in only a towel.
“Flower.”
I shook my head. “This was a mistake,” I whispered.
He tilted his head, almost as if he was confused why a married woman was panicking about having sex with another man.
“A what?”
The water from his hair dripped, trickling dangerously down his defined chest.
Keeping my composure, I narrowed my eyes at his face. “A mistake, Beckham! I should have never gotten involved with you. I had a moment of weakness, but I shouldn’t have acted on it.”
He remained silent as I turned, continuing to search for my belongings. However, the look in his eyes changed.
“Did you feel the same after the charity event?”
