I couldn’t find the words to speak.
“Does he make you feel seen?” He placed a small kiss on my collar as he pressed his cock deeper, filling me up. “Tell me baby…”
I shook my head, unable to voice my words. He only hummed in response as he continued his torture on my cunt.
“You can take it, Flower. You always do…”
I let out a small whimper while he sank his cock in deeper. He pulled me impossibly closer to him, and I bit my lip as he placed more kisses on my neck. Slowly, he lowered his mouth, and I moaned as his hot tongue found my breast.
“If you wanted the world, Rosenna… I would give it to you.I would give you fucking everything.” He groaned as he tightened his grip on my waist. “You feel so fucking good on my cock… You had to be fucking made for me. There’s no other way.”
I slowly felt my release build as tears came to my eyes.
He wrapped my hair in a fist and pulled at it abruptly as he forced me completely down onto his dick and kept me still as my mouth widened, my body practically quivering.
“Say you’ll leave him,” he demanded.
Tears came to my eyes as I pulsed around his cock. “Beckham... p-please.”
He gripped my hair tighter, causing me to whimper. He looked absolutely dangerous, the way he glared at me as if he was daring me to defy him, controlling my body as if it belonged to him, jerking me closer. I held in a moan of both pain and pleasure.
“Say it, or I don’t let you fucking cum,” he snarled, and I whimpered as my hands rested against his chest, holding in the moan that wanted to surface as he filled me.
“I c-can’t, Beckham… he’s my husband, and I can’t just leave him after knowing you for just a few months.”
“You can’t, or youwon’t?”
“I’d… I’d have to think about it.”
He let go of my hair as he grabbed my hips, drilling himself into me, almost angrily, as I didn’t give him the exact answer he wanted to hear. I moaned loudly as my release approached.
“Come on, Flower, cum… there’s a good fucking girl.”
I grabbed his hand to slow him down as my legs trembled.
“I want to see you cum again. I’m not fucking stopping, Flower… Fucking take it like a good little whore.” I laid on his shoulder while my body shook as he continued to fuck me.
“Such a good little tight cunt,” he groaned, dragging me down harder, deeper. “Fucking taking all of me. Milking me like you were fucking made for it.”
He moaned, leaning his head back as he continued moving me up and down on his length. My hand covered my mouth as tears left my eyes, and he, in response, kissed away the tears that fell as he went harder.
“Just a little more, Flower. Make me cum, baby. Come on… you can do it,” he whispered.
My eyes rolled back. Another release was building. Was this now the third or fourth of the night? I could never quite remember with him.
“Cum with me, baby, come on,” he panted, and I trembled as I practically sobbed while I came, his thumb finding my clit as he drove me over the edge.
“Fuck.” I cried out, and he leaned his head back as he slammed my hips down one last time, filling me up in the process.
I laid on his shoulder, and he placed multiple kisses on my shoulder as he ran his hand up and down my back, muttering small praises and compliments as I periodically shuddered in his hold, clenching his cock in my heat as we remained together for the moment.
After draining the bath and taking a shower with one another, I looked through my packed bag and grabbed my panties and white ditsy floral long-sleeve romper to put on for bed.
As I brushed my hair into a ponytail, I looked over to see Beckham walking in with two glasses of ice water. His eyes did a once-over of me, and I placed my hands down on the bed behind me as I leaned back on my wrists.
“You look so fucking adorable,” he muttered.
A heavy blush coated my face as he stood in front of me, his gaze growing hungry as he continued eyeing me.
