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Now fisting himself faster, he imagined the heat pouring from between her legs as he worked his fingers deep inside her dripping, clutching core before teasing her clit until she spilled onto his pants, breathless, writhing, and clutching at him as if she sought a savior. He’d only fill her with more lust and sin.
Sweat beaded Beck’s forehead as he continued to punish his cock. The image of Heavenly tied and spread across his bed, all lovely and helpless, ramped him up even more. She’d be drenched and puddling on his sheets as he whispered every dirty thing he intended to do to her before he proceeded to part her pretty pink folds with his thumbs and feast on her cunt without mercy. Then, when he’d explored her every curve and crevice, when she was begging him to fuck her, he’d finally align his fat crest to her tiny, innocent opening.
His balls were churning, his cock a rod of blazing fire as Beck continued to stroke his fist up and down in a hard, jerky rhythm. His limbs grew numb, and he squeezed his eyes closed, picturing himself hovering over Heavenly.
“Do you want me to fuck you, little girl? Make you mine?”
“Please!” Her voice would ring with desperation while she stared up at him, eyes brimming with trust as he aligned his crest with her untouched center and his cock nudged her virgin barrier. He’d slide a hand between them and stroke her clit, prepare her as well as he could, all while damning himself for ruining her simply because he couldn’t stop himself any longer.
An instant later, he imagined baring his teeth, pressing his lips to hers, and swallowing her cries…and shredding her innocence as he claimed Heavenly for himself.
Every muscle in his body tensed. His hand was a blur now as he pounded his flesh. Tingles burned up his shaft. His balls drew up tight. Then, with a feral roar, thick ropes of semen splattered his chest and belly as he pumped and growled to oblivion.
Slowly riding his orgasm back down, Beck gasped in ragged breaths and continued to milk himself dry. Once he’d stopped, he opened his eyes. Disappointment dashed any hint of satisfaction.
He was alone. No Heavenly to hold against him. To touch, to command, to cherish. Just him—and his fist.
With a curse, he grabbed his shirt and mopped up, then jackknifed to his feet. Jesus, soon he hoped he could stop jacking off like a kid, earn her trust, and finally be her man.
“Then, little girl, I will drink in every one of your whimpers and cries…”
Six o’clock came way too early for Heavenly, who’d waitressed until two a.m. But across their little studio apartment, she heard her father stirring. He’d need a trip to the bathroom soon, then breakfast so he could take his morning medicine. She’d have to settle him comfortably so she could study for her first exam of the semester, which had to be completed online by noon. Then hopefully, she could sneak in a nap before Beck took her on another date—for the third Saturday in a row.
He liked her. He was going to kiss her; he’d promised. And the art exhibit he’d taken her to had opened her eyes to both a whole new world and a whole new side of the man who fascinated her. Fantasies of him tying her down so he could admire her, blindfolding her to whisper in her ear, tasting between her legs, or taking her from behind—just like the images from the gallery—had been running unchecked through her head for days. She’d worked herself into a hot frenzy a few times late at night. Orgasm was still elusive…but getting closer. The thought he might finally be the man to give her one put a smile on her face.
Once or twice, she’d imagined Seth doing such things to her, too. Foolish, wishful thinking. The man was gone. But that didn’t stop her from wanting him, from getting so intoxicatingly aroused by the thought of him…
“Boo?” her father croaked from his bed, barely audible over the rustling of sheets.
“Coming, Dad.” Biting back a groan, she rolled out of bed.
When she stood, the sound slipped out. Crap, her feet still hurt from last night’s double shift at Bazookas. At least the tips had been good. Unfortunately, the customers had been extra handsy. They were mostly rich frat boys and single young suits, all looking for an easy lay. She was getting better at smiling and flirting and making them feel important while keeping her distance. Best of all, she should have a little money left after paying the rent if she remained careful with other expenses. That meant no indulgences, like the kind Seth had bought her that terrible day at the grocery store.
But if he’d given her a choice between scrumptious food and him…she would definitely have chosen Seth.
