“Rosenna, you don’t want me to repeat myself,” he threatened with a look as he placed his hands on the edge of the counter, caging me in with nowhere to escape.
I breathed in deeply as I looked into his eyes for a bit of mercy, to which he remained completely stoic. Reluctantly, I turned around and leaned over the counter, laying my head on my arms.
Hearing his belt buckle making a noise, I jumped as I felt his thumb over my soaked, matching silk underwear. I practically throbbed as he pressed his finger over my clit. He pulled my underwear down in an instant and tapped my legs to make me step out of them. I watched him put them in his back pocket as a frown came over my lips.I liked that pair.
I waited as he simply stood behind me, and I had to hide my embarrassment as he took the time to admire me. In a split second, however, I let out a strangled breath as he plunged his length into me and groaned.
I covered my mouth to muffle my sounds as he grabbed my hips and began fucking me from behind.It felt absolutely amazing. He hit every single spot that only he could at a pace only he could muster. At one point, he hit a spot that had me going up on my tiptoes, to which he simply moved closer and continued his deep and hard thrusts.
“Fuck, there you go. My little fucking whore. So wet and tight,” he muttered.
I kept my hand over my mouth. I didn’t want to let out any noise.
“And you wear shit like this for him, huh? Then you keep telling me not to be fucking jealous?”
He grabbed my neck from the front and made me arch my back as I looked up at him while he choked me, limiting my air supply.
“You’re mine, little flower. If I wanted to, I could fucking push you against the sliding glass door and fuck you senseless there so everyone on the patio will see, huh? You think that would prove how much you fucking belong to me?” he asked, going harder, and a sick laugh escaped him as I blushed deeply while I felt myself getting wetter. The sloppy sounds of him using my pussy only adding to the humiliation.
The thought of being seen was petrifying, but the idea of getting caught, being watched… it actually excited the backstabbing masochist in me. Convulsing as I found my release, I attempted to take in a few deep breaths as it felt more intense than ever.
“Fuck, you feel so good on my cock…”
My body betrayed me, my legs shaking as he didn’t stop. A guttural moan forced past my throat as he held me in his tight grip.
His thrust only went deeper, harder. My nails dug into the counter as he dragged me back onto his cock like I was made for it.
“Beckham, please,” I barely whispered as he fucked me with little remorse.
His hand tightened around my hip further, and I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, bruising me.Oh gosh, the thought of him leaving marks or scars on me only made me want him more. The sick and twisted part of me wanted him to hurt me…to break me.
I almost had no moral compass left. Not when I was practically aching for this flawed man to fuck me and use me in the center of the kitchen I shared with my husband.
Soon, he pulled out and turned me around. Forcing me on my knees, he grabbed my jaw.
“Tongue out.”
Too drunk in lust to think rationally, I followed his directions and held back my gag reflex as he pushed his cock down my throat, the taste of my cunt fresh on my tongue. I placed my hands on my knees as he used my mouth to pleasure himself.
With his hands in my hair and at the rate he was going, I could barely catch my breath. But I didn’t stop him. Looking up, I noticed his head leaned back in ecstasy as his hands tightened in my hair while he used my mouth.
“Fucking choke on my cock… relax your throat for me…” He groaned, my head feeling dizzy as my throat grew sore. My resistance was all but shattered as he gripped my hair harder, pushing himself even further if possible.“Fuck, there it is,”hemoaned as he forced his cock farther down my throat, cumming in the process. I swallowed it all as tears came to my eyes, and he pulled out after a few seconds.
Looking down, he examined my tear-stained face, covered in sweat and drool. With his eyes darkened and possessive, he looked fascinated, captivated… in a trance-like state as he seemed pleased with the way I was withering after he’d fucked me almost senseless. Nonetheless, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on my lips.
“Good girl.”
The praise left me warm for a split second as my mind felt sated.
He stood as he placed himself back in his jeans before he helped me up to my feet. I held onto him: my legs were wobbly. Beckham simply smiled sadistically at my state. Wrapping his arms around me, I leaned onto him as I felt utterly exhausted. He felt warm against my skin, like something I wasn’t supposed to need.
“My little flower… go on upstairs. You need your rest.”
I nodded. He grabbed a few paper towels, tsking softly as he wiped the mess from my chin, his touch gentle, too gentle for what he’d just done to me. After he finished, he placed a soft kiss on my temple. The feeling lingered as he walked back to the scene of the party.
I was left alone in the kitchen, legs trembling, dripping from my core, pantyless, my robe and night dress disheveled, and a lingering kiss on my head.
My legs shook as I braced myself against the counter.I should move, fix my clothes, clean myself up before someone… before Gavin sees me.
