Trying to forget his hands. His lips. His voice.
Trying to forget what he’d done to me. What he was still doing to me.
But his voice lived in my head now, whispering, looping, drowning out every other thought.
I need you to remember that you belong to me.
“I’m yours… I’m yours. I promise,” I whispered as my hand went faster. My pussy was practically begging to be filled by him… to be used, abused, and accept anything he’d give me.
Then my mind shifted to his soft caresses in the midst of my panic, his warm embrace after my face-off with my sad reality, his tender touch as he held my hand, buckled my shoes, placed a seatbelt over me, kissed my forehead, made me his… and that could’ve sent me over the edge just thinking about the way he treated me… the way he cared about me.
On the verge of cumming, I leaned up as my mouth parted in a silent scream. My legs practically trembled as I chased my release, yet my euphoria was abruptly cut short as my phone rang beside me.
The sound slashed through my pleasure like a knife, my entire body jerking in the water.
Catching my breath, I ripped my hand away from my core as I picked up my cell with my other hand and held it to my ear, my chest heaving and my mind still trying to catch up.
“Hello?” I questioned abruptly. I hadn’t bothered looking at the caller ID, and unfortunately, the person speaking caused my legs to tighten.
“Flower... is this a bad time?”Beckham asked.
I closed my eyes as I breathed in deeply before shaking my head.
“No... no, you’re fine,” I whispered.
He hummed as my core trembled at his voice.
“Well... I wanted to discuss a few things with you if you weren’t busy.”
I nodded, attempting to mask the need in my voice. “Sure... is something the matter?”
Beckham was silent for a moment before speaking once again.
“Flower, where’s Gavin?”
“He’s not home right now,” I said softly.
He hummed again as my thighs clenched once again. He remained silent, and I pushed my hair behind my ear as I internally groaned, utterly frustrated by the sound of his smooth voice, annoyed I couldn’t release said frustration. “Beckham, what did you want to discuss?” I asked.
“What are you doing now?”he asked, and I bit my lip before responding.
“Before you rudely interrupted… I was taking a relaxing bath…”
He chuckled, a hint of something laced in his tone.
“Mmmm… Is that it?”
I narrowed my eyes slightly. “Yes, Beckham… is there anything I can help you with?”
“No… not particularly. However, I’m sure I can help you.”
I shook my head with an irritated sigh. “Beckham, if you don’t want to discuss business or whatever it is you called me for, then I’m going to go.”
“You sure you don’t want to hear how much I miss your little pussy?”he muttered, and my eyes widened as my thighs clenched, heat flooding me so fast I nearly whimpered. My face flamed as he continued,“Hmmm? Would you rather I show you with my tongue or with my cock… huh, Flower? What sounds good for your little cunt right now?”
My body shuddered at his voice. My hand subconsciously traveled back down to my pussy as my head leaned back.
“Let me hear you, Flower.”A small moan left my throat as my fingers found my drenched core again.“You have to tell me, baby… Which one sounds better… my mouth or my cock?”
