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Every time I first enter her, she flutters around me like nothing I’ve ever felt. She’s always in another world, absorbed in the pleasure I give her. It’s so fucking sexy. She’s the hottest fuck I’ve ever had.
I whisper in her ear, “Does it feel good, cherry pie?”
She moans her answer as she gyrates her hips. “Yes. Always.”
I have both hands on her ass as I begin long, hard thrusts inside her. Once I establish a rhythm, I move one hand up her soft, curvy body. Over her hips, across her stomach, and over her breasts until I reach her throat. She loves a little neck play.
She throws her head back granting me access. “Do it.”
I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze in sync with each thrust inside her.
Her mouth widens in pleasure as she scratches her nails down my chest. “Yes. Yes. So good. Harder.”
I’m not sure if she means my thrusts or my chokehold, but I give her both and she definitely seems to like it. I can feel her juices sliding down my cock onto my balls. She’s in another universe right now.
I watch her cheeks grow pinker by the minute. Her heels dig into my ass, forcing me to push deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust.
It’s a good thing no one is home tonight, because she’s screaming down the house. Watching her get like this is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Her nipples tighten further, and I feel her telltale pulsating. Her orgasm hits her hard and long. I’m trying to hold off mine. I’m not ready for this to end.
As soon as she’s done, I sit down on the ground with my cock still inside her. “Ride me, cherry pie.”
She smiles as she grabs my hands and moves them up her body, over her breasts to her neck. “Squeeze me hard, Beckett. I love it when you do that.”
I’ve got both hands around her throat. The more I squeeze, the faster and harder she rides me.
She bounces on top of my cock like the rockstar she is. I feel her spasms. She’s about to come again. She’s so into this. I fucking love it.
I squeeze her neck harder than I’ve ever done before and she yells out as her pussy grips me and then explodes all over me. It’s too much. She’s too much. I feel my balls tighten. She must sense it because she reaches back and grips them. I groan, “Oh fuck,” as I grunt into my own orgasm and come so damn hard, deep inside her.
When she’s sure I’m done, she slows her movements until she stops and collapses lifelessly on top of me. She licks up my neck until she gets to my ear. She nibbles on it and coos, “Best cherry pie ever.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
AMANDA
The week I fell back into Beckett’s arms was incredible. He was doting on me like crazy trying to make up for things. We were insatiable for each other. It was some of the best sex of my life. The cherry pie scene on the stairs may have actually been the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
But life with Beckett can be a bit of a rollercoaster, and at some point, the rollercoaster heads back down. This week is a mess. This week is a perfect storm.
A photograph surfaced of me and Collin smiling at each other, suggesting I was having an affair with my daughter’s boyfriend. There was no acknowledgment of the reality that Jade was walking next to Collin, and the photograph was from months ago. She was cut out of the picture and a story was manufactured.
There was another picture of Declan and I leaving Jade’s apartment building after visiting Tyson, suggesting we’re rekindling the old flame.
There was a photo of Lou and I laughing as wewalked down the street, along with a headline that my bodyguard and I are an item and are swindling Beckett for millions. Given what happened with Jenny, that one really hit home for Beckett. He’s been throwing fits left and right.
There was even a photo of me having coffee with another wealthy Philadelphia businessman. He was a buyer who was looking at photos of my paintings, but the press doesn’t care about the truth or the damage their fabrications cause.
Beckett says he understands that they’re not true, but I can tell it’s wearing on him. He’s possessive, which I usually enjoy, but all the insinuations are chipping away at his fragile psyche. He innately mistrusts people. Apparently, I’m not immune from that either. I feel a distance growing between us. Going back to him without any real conversation was probably a mistake. I was just hurting so badly without him.
The good news is that it’s time for another Glinda visit. I couldn’t possibly be happier about it. Andie and I decide to surprise her at the airport and are in the car when Nico picks her up. We told him not to tell her we’re here. When he opens the back door and she gets in, we plan to shout surprise to her.
We can see them walking toward the car. Andie is about to explode, she’s so excited. Admittedly, I am too.
When he opens the door, I hear her say, “Come to my room tonight after everyone goes to bed.”
Oh my god.
