Promise (29 page)

Right into him. Hoping he’ll catch me.

Both his hands move up and tangle in my hair, holding me firm as his warm mouth discovers my collar bones, and then moves down, sucking my tit so deep into his mouth, I let out a cry.

My sounds loosen something in him. I feel it.

His lips turn to teeth on my sensitive flesh, biting down until my cry turns to a scream, but my hips raise up, my body begging for so much more.

I want this; I want this pain because it comes from him.

And, it fills in parts of me that need filling.

He moves to the other side, dropping one hand from my hair and grazing down over my stomach.

I can feel his power as he releases me from his mouth, his hand flat on my belly and his eyes watching me as I lie quivering.

“Spread your legs.” It’s not a request; it’s clearly an order.

And I freeze.

I see the flash of his other hand just before I feel the sting.

The smack on the side of my ass jolts me, but my legs fly open. I’ve never had anyone look at me like he’s looking at me now. I’ve never had someone smack my butt like that either. If I didn’t know who he was, I would be terrified. He looks more bear than man—his mouth open, eyes dancing, brows deep without a hint of his usual humor. I see the glint of his white teeth as his breath quickens.

“Wider. I want to see all of you.”

The burn of his hand print on the side of my ass is turning hot, his other hand still warm and flat just above my pubic bone, owning me there until I do as I’m told.

“God damn. You are perfection,” he murmurs as if talking to himself.

Stars are dancing in my head, and I can’t form thoughts as he lowers his hand, fingers dancing on the outside of my lower lips. His intense gaze is almost more than I can stand, inspecting me like a prized possession.

“You need me to touch you.” It’s not a question, but I nod anyway.

His hands are quickly everywhere. Cupping my breasts, sliding down and holding onto my hips, over my belly, down each leg to my toes, then back up until his hands are entwined in mine over my head and his face is right above me.

“Who do you belong to?”

For a moment, I’m confused by the question. His eyes do not waver. His breath is heating my cheek as his hands pull my wrists upward, stretching me under him.

“I feel it. Tell me, Promise. Tell me you belong to me. I need to hear it.”

I completely lose myself when he lets my wrists go, his face lowers and his mouth comes down with gusto between my spread legs. I hear my own cry as his tongue goes deep inside me with such force, I cum with a spasm.

He does not relent. His hands are around my thighs, spreading me wide and utterly open for him as his tongue takes over and everything spins out of control.

In a million years, I would never have imagined being here like this. Last week, I was the girl who managed to keep everyone away. Especially someone like Beck. Someone that would want this from me.

His mouth is doing things I didn’t realize a mouth could do. He is like a ravenous dog feasting on me. I can hear his own deep, throaty sounds of pleasure, and I feel the tightness gathering again.

Just as I raise my hips, chasing down something as close to magic as is possible, Beckett pulls his face away, and I let out a pained gasp. My hands move down to find his head, and I can’t believe when I try to pull him back into me.

The spinning tension has me blind. I want what he was giving me. I need more. My body demands more.

“Get those hands back up there.” It’s a command, and with a whimper, I do what he says. “
Tell me
, who do you belong to?”

He takes a long, slow lick from my gushing opening to where he scrapes teeth over my swollen clit, making me yelp and make sounds that are not human. Then he raises his face to challenge me with his eyes.

“
You
.” That single whispered word comes out of me like a bullet.

It’s barely audible, but it shakes the entire room.

Beckett smiles at me and plunges his tongue so deep, my body curls into him. He is fucking me this way, with his mouth, and it is more glorious than what I would imagine heaven could be.

His face is solidly attached to me, and he shifts, moving his tongue up and down the slick creases and folds until I feel his fingers press inside and his lips center over my clit.

His fingers move slowly at first, gliding deep, curling and sending another deep spasm through me. I feel his chuckle, then he starts to move faster, his tongue and his fingers attacking me. His knuckles slamming into me when he can go no deeper.

All my muscles begin to twitch and quake, then I turn to liquid around him. I can’t stop saying his name just before my body gushes and tips me over into a place that has Beckett holding onto me to keep my violent, twisting hips connected to him.

I’m everywhere and nowhere for an amount of time that is not quantifiable. I’m inside the fire that follows me everywhere, and waves of something so incredible are breaking over me until I let out a scream and tears sting my cheeks.

“That’s a good girl. Now, you know this is mine.”

Beckett

Every part of me wants to be attached to her.

My mouth is dripping with the most delicious flavor as her body shakes. I can see she finally understands what I am to her and she is to me.

I’ve carried her with me for so long, preparing for this, for now, the moment she understood what it felt like to belong to someone. To me.

I want to own her in such a terrible and complete way, she’s destroyed. I can’t explain it. I want to subjugate her until she has no will of her own outside of mine. I want her deference, her worship, her body to yield and to never be denied any part of her.

But even more, I want what is best for her. Beyond and above my needs, hers will always come first.

I don’t know exactly what this beast is she’s released in me, but I know it’s very much alive, and she is the only way to slake my lust, my
need
, my want—as if wanting was something I never knew before her.

I take my mouth from her pussy, her body quivering, as I stare in amazement and fascination. Working every shred of my clothing off as her eyes begin to refocus.

“Beck . . .” The sound of my name on her lips is magic. Her eyes are finally on me as her flavor brands itself into my very being.

She’s already arching as her eyes see me at my full length, the tip of my cock already covered with drips of pre-cum, my balls ready to send out the troops.

I want to tear into her, the primal need inside me so strong, a moment of fear hits me that I could damage her. She’s lying open, so pale and fragile in front of me, yet my animal-brain screams to bend her over and take her.

Her thighs are shaking, and I’m not sure if it’s fear or lust in her eyes, or both.

I kick my jeans off, looking down to once again revel in her perfection, imagining having her like this for me every minute of every day.

I lay my full hand between her legs, covering the soaking opening, and I feel her heat on my palm.

“This is beautiful, and it’s all mine. I want all of you. Do you get that? Everything you have to give, everything that makes you who you are, I want it. It belongs to me.”

When my tongue entered her, her tightness gripped at me, and I’ve never tasted a pussy so sweet. I drank her like no woman before.

Now all I can think of is that hot, sweet cunt around my cock. I want her pussy to latch onto me when she cums and etch herself onto the length of me, branding me with her.

Alarms are going off in my head and my dick. I know there’ll be no slaking my lust, and I wonder if she’ll be able to take everything I need to give her.

“What are you staring at?” Her soft voice reminds me I’ve been standing over her, unmoving, and I can see a fear rising in her eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m here. I’m in awe of you.” My heart is crashing against my chest, and my breath is coming heavier as I try to memorize this moment.

“I want you.” Her voice is small and pleading, and it only raises the predator in me more.

“I’ve always wanted you. I’ll never stop wanting you. I need you to know that no one will ever have you like this but me. Understand?”

My cock is thumping along with my heart, and I want to watch her take me into her body on her own this time. I want to see her give that to me.

When she blinks, then nods, I feel dizzy. Fascinated by this creature that seems to have always been destined to be mine.

“Come here. I want to watch your pussy take my dick. I want to watch your face.”

For a second I think clearly, then just as quickly, I can’t believe the thoughts that are in my head. I’ve never fucked a girl without latex. Yesterday, when I felt the flesh-on-flesh of Promise, it was like opening a door into a world I’d never experienced.

Now I want nothing more than to mate her, breed her like a raw animal. I want my cum inside her until her belly swells and everyone knows she’s mine.

All mine.

I’ve got myself leaning back on the pillows of her bed. Every part of me wants to seat inside her, wants to own her in a way that only I can.

“Come here.”

Promise starts to crawl toward me, and I about lose my damn mind the way her eyes light up as she looks at my cock. Just knowing she wants me like I want her is enough to tighten my already tingling balls against my body.

I want her tits in my face, in my mouth, and my hands on the wicked softness of her white skin.

My impatient dick is beginning to run the show, and I guide her over me until I feel the heat from her dripping pussy just inches from my cock.

My fingers are on her to build her into a frenzy again. My other hand automatically finds its way around her throat. I’ve never needed to do that before—not until her. I need to hold her breath as much as I need to hold her hand.

“You like that?” I ask as her mouth opens and her eyes go wide.

I don’t know if I’m referring to her pussy or the way I’m controlling her breath, but whichever it is, she nods and she’s more beautiful to me than the moment before.

She’s weeping all over my fingers, and I bring them to her lips. She opens without hesitation, and I feel like every shitty moment in my life that came before was worth it.

“Take me inside you.” The words come out like thunder and I tighten my grip on her neck.

Her hands drop to circle my cock, which is hard enough to cut glass. The length of my dick takes both her hands with a few inches to spare.

The little sighs and fuck-me moans she’s breathing out only tighten her grip around my damn heart. I guess I never believed in this intense connection between lust and love, but Promise has brought them together in a way I fear they will never untangle.

When I see the little smile curve her lips at the first hot, soaking brush of her pussy against my cock, I swear I hear a damn siren go off in my head. I let her neck go, and she draws in a deep gasp.

The intoxicating mixture of her innocence and that look of vixen in her eyes is more potent than any drug. One hit and I’m addicted.

As she guides me inside, a hint of fear casts over her eyes and her smile turns to a shallow, quick breath.

I remind myself that she’s still fresh. Even after two rounds yesterday, she’s sore, and this new position will certainly give her some new feels. I want to see how deep she can take me, how far she wants to go. I’m drunk on the way she takes charge, and my hands fight the urge to slam her hips down and spread her until she screams.

“
Jesus
.” My head falls back as she reads my mind and pushes down to take half of me in one slick, tight, drenched gulp. I recover and lock my eyes to hers, connecting us with more than just our bodies.

Everything else stops. Time doesn’t exist, and I want to live in this moment forever.

The sight of her soft curves, the way her hips begin to move and her hands come down to press into my chest as she learns to move with me inside her, sends me to a place I’ve never been before.

A beautiful woman is magic. A beautiful woman taking your cock inside her is a gift.

But,
this.

This
, what Promise is doing to me, I have no words to describe. Our surroundings dissolve around me because she is the only thing I see.

I don’t want to think about everything that came before. All the reasons why I can never tell her the truth. The fucked up lives we both lived before could come back to blow up the one thing I know is right in my life.

None of that matters right now.

Nothing matters but the way her body gathers me inside of herself, inch by inch, and my cock memorizes every tight petal.

My hands are toying with her tits as she decides to sink down on me to the root. I watch her mouth open into a silent scream, but she begins to sway, jerk, and arch. I feel a new, warm gush of her juices, and I know I want to do something I’ve never wanted before. To let myself go inside her and hope to god my damn seed finds home.

“Don’t hurt yourself, babe.”

But she's already gone. The little ivory angel that gasped over me has now turned into a rodeo champ, her hips going in every direction as her nails score the flesh of my chest, digging in hard.