CHERISH (9 page)

I don’t know what I love more: fucking her, eating her, or watching her masturbate. The first time I had her Jill-off for me, she was so cute. The hint of embarrassed innocence only made me hotter than fuck, but since then, she’s learned how much it pleases me to watch her touch herself. And I’m the luckiest fuck on the planet because my girl seems to like to please me as much as I like to please her.

She slips her arm down below her body, coming up right in front of my face where I’m still locked behind her, admiring all that is mine with my hands, keeping her spread open and my eyes glued to the shiny, silk gash that has my name written all over it.

“That’s it, babe. Show me what that pussy likes.”

Her fingers tremble as she settles them into the masterpiece of pink folds, stroking her clit, circling it and letting out her special musical fuck-me noises until my cock is near shooting off in my pants.

It’s more than I can take. When two of her fingers disappear into her soaking snatch, it’s my moment; I drive my face in, following her, kissing and licking where her fingers pump in and out. The sensation of her fingers under my tongue stroking herself and the flavour of her arousal tighten my balls until I see stars.

“Ummm, please . . .” Promise’s legs are quivering along with her voice.

“Drop that hand, babe, I’ll take it from here. Push your pussy back on my mouth and I’ll give you what you need.”

I eat her drenched pussy buffet until she can’t hold herself up. Then I flip her over, spread her legs until she yelps liked a kicked puppy and settle my mouth between her legs again, sucking down hard on her clit.

She tastes like every fantasy I’ve ever had. Sweeter, more sensual than anything I could imagine. The flavor runs directly from my mouth to my dick until I’m so hard I could cut glass.

My tongue dances around her swollen nub and I suck down until she gushes. I hear the music start to come from her. Her hips convulse and flounce under my face and I keep working, slamming two fingers into the river that pours out of her.

She moans my name until it seems as if she knows no other words right now and that’s how it damn well should be. My name is the only word she can form when she cums.

She twists as the orgasm takes over, practically knocking me backward, but my other hand keeps my little bronco’s thigh set tight. I drag my teeth over her clit until my face is soaked and she shakes like a damn earthquake. When she screams my name one more time and her voice gives out, my job here is done.

Well, not
done
. Never done.

Never.

Promise

I've orgasmed three times already, just from Beckett's mouth.

The thundering waves of back to back climaxes flow through me and over me, pushing the storm to the very back of my mind. Not forgotten. I can't forget what's going on with Louis and Jordan and Holly. But it's no longer my focus. And I have Beckett to thank for that.

Beckett’s tongue does things to me I still don’t understand. He is everywhere at once, devouring me as if making me cum is the most important mission of his life.

The warmth and throbbing that radiate from where the belt met my flesh only adds to the overwhelming sensations that completely envelop me as his tongue and fingers work magic.

“God, Beck,
please
, that’s enough, I can’t cum anymore—” My voice breaks and cracks when I try to say his name one last time.

As soon as the words leave my lips, I know it’s a mistake. Beckett halts his movements for a moment and I can almost hear the cogs whirring inside his head. His eyes raise to look at me, and I realize I’ve just challenged him.

“We’ll see about that, babe.” He smiles before he attacks me again.

One finger, then two push deep inside me, slipping easily in and out with the slick juice he’s created between my legs. I can feel it running down the insides of my thighs, pooling on the white duvet below my butt.

The tension between us tangles until it’s like we’ve melded together. My pleasure is his pleasure. He moans into my folds, sounding lost in the moment, just like me.

I look down just as he looks up. This is the moment that always slays me. Seeing the desire in his face. His desire to watch me; to know he’s giving me pleasure is enough to push me over the edge again.

The tension gathers low. I keep my eyes on his as he locks them onto mine. His tongue spins around my clit. Then down. Then back. Fingers moving faster and faster, ramming in my cunt until the tingling tightness starts. The last thing I see before my eyes close is the hint of his smile. A flash of that chipped front tooth and then I’m lost again in a climax that jerks my thighs together, slapping and trapping his face between my legs.

I make sounds I’ve never made before. Like an animal in the midst of some perfect torment, a sensual pain that elevates me to something above this plane of existence.

I lose complete control over my muscles. My body jerks and my hips gyrate on his face. My fingers pull at his hair and my brain completely shuts off.

Just the way he planned.

I feel the vibration of his words as he growls into my body. I cum on his face.

“My pussy. My cum. My good girl.”

He talks into me like this often. At first it felt strange.

He’s talking into my pussy.

But Beckett is so unflinchingly confident. So unaffected. So completely alive in every moment. I find it beautiful now, and it makes me feel incredibly cherished.

Besides, it just feels good. Those low baritone vibrations spoken into my soaking girl parts are not without their own sort of tingle.

My eyes begin to focus as he crawls up on top of me. I turn to melted butter at the mere sight of his magnificence. My hands were born to be on his body. I love the contrast of his smooth, soft skin over a hardness that radiates pure physical power. The way the burned skin feels slick, different from the rest.

He is a man in ways I didn’t understand until I met him. Power does not come from bravado nor arrogance nor boisterous frat boy stupidity.

Beckett
is
power. A true, masculine power that is as loud as it is silent. His calm, unflappable countenance draws me to him like light into dark. I want to tuck myself under his wings, to crawl inside him and feel the peace that he brings me.

His body bridges over me. My hands draw up from his shoulders. I feel the movement of each tendon under sweat slick skin as the head of his enormous cock presses upward between my legs.

“Open,” he demands. “Spread your legs, babe. Open those knees and show me what’s mine. Only mine.”

I do as I’m told, the tingling tightening into a knot in my core as he rears back, licks his lips and shakes his head, looking at my open snatch.

“That’s my horny cunt, isn’t it?” He licks his lips and waits for my nod. “That’s right.” He sinks two fingers into my dripping opening in one solid movement and brings them, soaking wet, to his lips. “You’ll never get wet for anyone but me. Only me.”

I lay open for him, and after a long silence he shifts down lower. I raise my own body, wanting him inside me even after he’s made me cum at least four times with his mouth. Wanting him fully. Completely.

His brow knits together as he brings his face down to mine. I feel the warmth of his breath on my lips before he takes my mouth. Tasting my own arousal on him makes my belly flutter. I let out a whimper into our kiss.

He pulls back, his face intense, those eyes that could melt candles lock onto mine and my hands cradle his cheeks while his cock dances at my opening.

I want him inside me, more than I want my next breath. But somehow he holds steady, watching me.

“What?
Please.
I want you,
now
.” I whine and wiggle my hips up toward him but he counters backward and I whimper in frustration.

I smell the hint of his clean aftershave as he brings his lips down to my ear.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

He pushes forward. The first brush of his cock sends electricity pulsating over my skin. I draw in a sharp breath and he glides inside, spreading me, pushing his cock slowly where I want all of him right now.

“How much?” I mutter as he draws back, making me gasp. How can a body crave something so deeply? I don't just want his cock inside of me. I feel like I may die if I don't get it.

He’s playing with me. “I love you past the stars. Out there in the universe where there is no time, no measure of things in this world. I love you in a way that no one else on this earth can. Not in this life and not after.”

His face hovers above mine. His lips part. His tongue comes out to taste mine as he presses up and inside of me, every muscle in his torso like stone as he brings every inch of himself into my body. Until I’m stretched and full, and the pain is as beautiful and pleasurable as him.

“God,
more
.” I try to raise myself and arch into him but his body is in control. He is in control, just as he's always in control. He draws back and pushes home faster. Harder. His lips are on mine, stealing away the moan from my lips, wrenching it from my chest as my heart strains to beat fast enough.

Our tongues entwine as he grinds down into me. Flesh slaps, then he slows, gently moving the hard plane of his body against me. One of his hands reaches down and he raises his body slightly.

A tremor engulfs me as his fingertips reach between us and he parts my outer lips, splaying my pussy open. Beck presses his body down to keep me spread wide, my clit firm against his hard flesh.

He moves down onto his elbows, keeping one hand behind my head, taking control and pulling me to the side as his mouth traces kisses and licks down from my ear, traversing my neck like a seductive snake as he moves his hips in graceful motion.

“You’re my beautiful little girl.”

My body consumes his length again and again as he thrusts onto me and into me. My legs spread wider until my hips ache. I want him deeper, deeper. I want every inch of him until he tears at me, morphing the pain into stunning pleasure that leaves me melted under him.

“God, babe, the noises you make . . . you’re going to make me cum just listening to you,” He whispers and I can hear the smile in his voice.

He's right. The noises I'm making, the moans of pleasure, they're coming from places inside me I didn’t even know existed.

His body blankets me. Claims me from head to toe. I begin to quake as he presses down, in and out, back and forth, until I’ve flown beyond this world to somewhere higher. Shaking and cumming. He moves faster and faster, rising up over me, gripping my legs behind the knees, pulling me high and wide as his face turns into a primal grimace.

The orgasm hits me like soft punches from sensual velvet fists, driving the air from my lungs. My body hurts as Beckett growls and buries himself as deep as he’s ever gone, his cock thick and forceful as his fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my legs. I’m completely at his mercy.

I am immersed in the view of his magnificence. He dwarfs me in his masculinity and his power. The scars on his face become something more, something stunningly beautiful.

“God, babe, so fucking good—” His hips churn forward and back, his face tight, eyes focused on me.

“I want your cum.” I breathe the words, not even a whisper, but he still hears me and I know that it will push him over the edge.

“It’s all yours, babe. Every drop is going into that sweet pussy of yours. So spread those lips because my cock is ready to come home.”

He draws his hands up my calves, pulling my legs even wider and as his cock thickens, I feel the tearing. He slams so hard into me that my arms shoot out to grab handfuls of bedding to steady myself.

With a roar, he seats himself as deep as my body can take. The last slam of his hips against my open, swollen pussy is enough to push me into one more wave of orgasm, leaving us both panting and covered in sweat.

His cock explodes. I feel the rush of his sticky, hot cum. Feeling him gush inside me is as close to heaven as I have been.

A few labored breaths and he focuses those breathtaking eyes back on me, breaking into his signature post-sex smile.

“That is world class pussy, babe. How do you make it better every time?” He chuckles as he softly moves my legs back down with a gentle caress before he lets go.

“I have superpowers too.” I giggle, wincing as every movement reminds me of how deep he went.

“Super pussy. That’s what you’ve got down there and it’s going to be the death of me. I may just fuck you until my damn cock falls off, you’re that good.”

He comes back down and kisses my neck, his cock still buried inside me.

“What are you doing?” I mutter into his neck as he starts to move again.

“Testing your superpowers.” He takes my mouth in his, loops his powerful arms around my waist and in a single, graceful movement, he flips us over, mounting me on top of him. “I want to see what else you can do.”

His hands rest on my hips, swaying me back and forth. I shake my head, closing my eyes against the pleasure beginning to build yet again.

“You have no off switch.”

“Not with you.” He licks his lips. “Besides, we are technically on our honeymoon, so I need to up my game. If you’re still able to walk, we aren’t done.”