He gripped my hips tighter and narrowed his eyes. “Answer the phone…or I will,” he ordered with a dark gaze.
I gulped softly as my shaky hands grabbed the phone and answered.
“Rosenna?”
I did my best to remain calm as Beckham continued his rather slow but deep and plunging thrusts.
“G-Gavin?” I choked, covering my mouth as I felt a moan wanting to surface.
“Just wanted to call you before we took off. I realized I rushed out earlier without giving you a proper goodbye.”
“I-It’s okay,” I whispered, and did my best to hide my whimper with a fake yawn.
“I’ll be gone a few days… a week tops.”
Under normal circumstances, I might’ve argued that he should’ve mentioned this sudden trip. But seeing as I was currently getting fucked from behind, all I could say was, “I’m tired, G-Gavin. We’ll talk in the morning.”
My eyes widened as Beckham grabbed the phone from my hand and ended the call before he threw it back onto the bed. I clutched the sheets in my fists as my eyes rolled back.
“Cum again, Flower… that’s it,” he uttered in that voice of his, and I completely came undone as I again placed my hand on his lower stomach to slow him. You would think by now I’d learn from my mistake, as he simply grabbed my hand and held it in his own, forcing me to take him.
Looking over to my right, I could see the reflection of the two of us still fully dressed in the mirror, and I practically felt myself tighten as I noticed Beckham looking down at me in complete admiration, almost as if he couldn’t believe I was under him, practically begging him to give me a chance to catch my breath.
“I need you to remember that you belong to me…” he uttered, leaning down as he spoke into my ear. “Every time you see him, think of him, talk to him, touch him… I want these moments… to fucking fill your head. Make you hear my fucking voice in the back of your mind, telling you how much of a good slut you are for me when he’s attempting to be more than a fucking shit husband to you. Know that he’ll never be able to treat you like I would, make you feel like I do,fuck you, or own you like I do.”
His hand wrapped around my throat as I leaned my head back, another orgasm approaching with such intensity that my legs began to shake, and tears fell from my eyes. He breathed in my scent as he leaned into my neck, and he groaned as his hand tightened.
“Mmmm… Such a good little whore for me. Cum with me, Flower. Soak my cock… Fuck, yes.” He groaned in my ear, and I grabbed the wrist of the hand around my neck. An overwhelming feeling of pleasure washed over me while my body shook in his hold. I felt him filling me as he found his release, and I saw stars in my vision as my body continued to spasm.
Beckham released his hand from my throat and wiped my damp hair from my sweaty face as he looked down at me while I watched him through blurred eyes.
“Breathe, Flower… breathe for me, baby.”
I simply stared at him.Breathe? Am I not already breathing?
I began to think when I suddenly let out a huge gasp as I took in a few deep breaths. He continued caressing the side of my face, all while he was still inside of me. He then placed a kiss on my temple as I lay on the bed, feeling drained.
Slowly, he pulled out of me, and I throbbed as he ran his hand over my back.
“Probably should get you cleaned up, hmm?”
I nodded tiredly as I could feel his cum slowly spilling out of me as I drifted in and out of sleep.
I stirred awake at the sound of the shower turning on, barely conscious as I felt myself lifted into a bridal carry and slowly brought into the bathroom.
He sat me on the counter, and I watched him silently as he checked the water temperature. He turned, caught me staring, and walked over to me slowly as he took off his shirt. Upon reaching me, he stood in between my legs and caged me in as he hovered over me.
I barely had any energy to push him away as a heavy blush coated my face. Leaning down, he placed a small kiss on my shoulder, and I sighed internally as he placed a hand on my thigh, inching up closer to my throbbing core.
This is going to be a very long night.
Chapter twenty-four
Rosenna
Myeyesopenedgentlyas they adjusted to the light shining into the bedroom. I did my best to sit up, but I felt an overwhelming feeling of being tired and weighed down. Having an arm wrapped around me tightly, preventing me from moving, didn’t quite help.
Glancing over my shoulder, I could see Beckham comfortably spooning me, our legs entangled with one another. Slowly but surely, I also began feeling the soreness between my legs and the tenderness of my chest and hips.
