I’m helpless to do anything.
To stop him.
To even want to.
My mind and body haven’t caught up with each other, and I don’t think they intend to.
A finger slowly slides between my legs, making them shake, as his mouth drops lower and lower to between my legs. The two meet at the same time, and he slides one finger inside of me as the other hand grips my ass to pull my body even closer to him. I feel his breath between my legs, and my hands move to grip his hair to hold myself in position as he does something so dangerous.
Beckham licks me, almost making my legs give way with the sensation.
He holds me to him though, not letting me fall, as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.
My hands stay in his hair, gripping it as he works his tongue between my legs. The lights in my house are off, but the light from the streetlamp outside shines in so I can see the outline of him. He smacks my ass, then grips it hard with his hands as I start to shake again. He reinserts his finger and starts pumping into me, hitting that perfect spot as he fucks me with his tongue.
When I come, I fall, and I’m not even joking, as my hands let go of his hair and the one leg I was balancing on gives way, and I can no longer keep myself upright. He catches me, easing my fall as I go and lays me down. He stands, his fingers grab the bottom of his shirt, and in one swift movement, it’s off over his head and dropped to the floor. He kicks his shoes off, then removes his trousers. All the while, his eyes are locked on mine.
Naked, on the floor.
It’s as if he thinks I’ll run away.
I couldn’t even if I wanted to because my legs won’t work.
The minute I see his cock, my legs clench, knowing what is about to come and what he is about to give me. And knowing full well I am going to like it.
He reaches for me, I give him my hand, and he lifts me like a rag doll, so I have to wrap my body around him. I feel him at my entrance, hard and wet, all mixed in one as I wiggle in his hold.
I want him. Even if I don’t have the energy, I want him.
“Jacinta,” he whispers in my ear.
I pull back to look at his eyes and see him smiling before he starts lowering me onto his hard cock.
And let me tell you, what a fucking cock it is.
Eyes so dark smile at me as I moan from the pleasure.
Then my back hits the wall, and my hands clutch his shoulders as he grips my ass and starts moving me up and down, faster and faster.
“Who’s my good little whore?” he whispers.
To let him know I don’t like his words, I dig my nails into his shoulders, which only makes him fuck me harder. “Tell me … tell me how much you like it when I fuck you like a whore.” He bites my chin and then licks me until he reaches my lips, then he devours me. Kisses and fire all mixed together. I bite his lip and lick his face as well before I kiss him again.
We fuck hard, unforgiving, hating each other.
And it’s the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Even if I may have fucked up my back.
Even if I have blood under my fingernails from digging into his shoulders.
Even if there is regret.
It was well worth it.
Chapter 18
Beckham
Jacinta’s lying naked on the floor, her bare back to me and her ass perfectly on display for my viewing pleasure.
We fucked all night.
Until we passed out on the floor.
I rub my eyes and sit up, resting on my elbows to admire her as the sun shines in through the window.
She is, quite honestly, stunning.
The last person I thought that about is dead.
She makes a noise as she moves, and I reach for the throw rug and half cover her with it.
“You’re still here?” she asks, her eyes not opening.
When I don’t answer, she rolls over to look at me, going straight to her back, putting her tits on perfect display for me. And what incredible tits they are.
Standing, I find my trousers and pull them on. “I’m leaving,” I tell her, reaching for my shirt. I glance down to find an amused expression on her face.
“You’re running. It’s cute. But it’s fine, Beckham.” Jacinta sits up, a little smile on her face. “I want you to run. You should have last night.” She stands, the blanket I put over her drops to the floor. “This …” she waves between us, my shirt in my hand, my trousers not fully done up as I stare at her, lost, “… is only sex. And you know what? For once, I’m okay with that and don’t want a single thing more from you.” She pouts her lips. “You are an ass, and you would make the worst partner ever. But your dick?” She glances down at my cock and smirks, then licks her lips. “Well, he and I, we have come to an understanding.”