by Jenika Snow
All I could think about was unleashing the passion I’d had for Lenora all these years in the most physical of senses.
And as I stared into her eyes, I knew she was right here with me, wanting that too.
Chapter Eleven
Lenora
“God, I’ve never seen anyone or anything as beautiful as you. I never will,” Beckham groaned out, his voice deep, slightly gruff.
I shouldn’t have checked him out the way I was, so obscene and lewd-like, but there was no helping it. He was all hard muscles and golden skin.
Beckham was rough around the edges, yet smooth enough he could have been called a pretty boy. He was in shape without obsessively trying to be.
And as I let my gaze lower to what he sported down below... all I could do was swallow in appreciation.
He had a massive erection, thick and long, huge and big enough I felt my throat tighten. The crown of his cock was slightly wider than the shaft, and my inner muscles clenched as I imagined him trying to push all of those monstrous inches into my virgin body.
I swallowed hard, this sudden lump in my throat.
“You can’t stare at me that way, baby.”
I lifted my gaze from his cock and knew my eyes must be wide as saucers.
“Because I’m liable to come just from the fact that you’re looking at my dick.” His voice was even more guttural now.
“I’m so wet for you,” I whispered.
“God, Lenora,” he said in this strained whisper. And as I watched him grab his cock, his hand large but not dwarfing it in the slightest, I felt my heart beat even harder.
Every part of me felt hot, with emotions and sensations crashing through me.
And the way he looked at me was like a man dying to have more.
And I was that more.
“I want you so fucking badly, Lenora.” Hearing him say that sent fire through my veins.
I lifted my hands and ran them up his arms, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. I was wet, so soaked it felt slippery between my thighs.
And it was all for Beckham. It had always been for him.
He made this low sound deep in his chest, all feral and crazed.
Then his big body covered mine. He had his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. The way he kissed me had all common sense and rationalization leaving me violently. My legs were spread so damn wide for him, and I felt his cock right on my pussy. He was hot and hard, like velvet over steel.
“I can feel how wet you are for me,” he said breathlessly. He licked my bottom lip, and I couldn’t hold in the groan that spilled from me. Beckham moved his mouth over my jaw and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear, running his tongue along my flesh, and gently biting me until my entire body tightened. It felt so good.
He felt so good.
“I’m burning up for you.” I couldn’t even breathe, let alone think straight. “I need you.”
He started pressing his cock against my pussy over and over again, long seconds passing.
My hands were shaking, my passion so potent it was like another person inside me.
Beckham lowered his gaze to my breasts, and I wondered if he took notice at how hard my nipples had become, as if begging for his mouth.
Without saying anything, he leaned forward, his upper body pressing me farther back on the bed. And when I felt his tongue on one of my nipples, I closed my eyes and bit my lip as ecstasy coursed through me.
I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat. I gathered the sheets in my hands, pulled at them, feeling everything in me come alive even more as he alternated between each breast, sucking and licking at the turgid peaks until I shook from how good it all felt.
He moved his mouth over my breasts then lower to my ribs. He continued a downward path to my navel, running his tongue along the indentation, his hands on my waist holding me down, keeping me still. And still, he went lower, over my hipbones, licking, kissing, nipping.
And when I felt his mouth right over my pussy, his hot breath coming in hard, fast pants, I curled my toes in pleasure. I could have climaxed right then and there.
“Yes,” I hissed out, even though he hadn’t asked me anything. I wasn’t embarrassed it had come out of me so passionately.
I reached up and tangled my hands in his hair, pulling at the strands until Beckham groaned. The way he licked at me, his head between my legs, his tongue running up and down my slit, had me nearly orgasming right then and there.
He latched his mouth over my clit, and I cried out, as that was my tipping point… my breaking point. I came for him so hard I saw stars.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. I pulled at his hair, keeping him against me, needing his mouth right there. I ground my pussy against his face, so wanton in this moment I didn’t even feel like myself. But God, it felt good. So good.
Beckham moved his mouth down my cleft to my opening and plunged his tongue in, spreading my lips wide open with his thumbs, fucking me there like I desperately needed him to do with his cock.
“So sweet,” he groaned against my soaked, clenching flesh.
When the tremors faded, he moved back up my body and kissed me hard and possessively. I tasted myself on him, a sweet, musky flavor that had my heart racing all over again and had me moaning as I lifted my lower half and rubbed myself on him.
And as I felt him thrust against me over and over again, I knew once he was in me, fucking me, making love to me, neither one of us would be able to walk away.
And I’d never anticipated anything more.
Chapter Twelve
Beckham
Fuck.
There was nothing better, would never be anything better, than having this woman love me.
I wasn’t even inside Lenora yet, and already I was trying not to get off. My balls were drawn up to my body, so full of cum for her, and I was having one hell of a time keeping myself in control.
I wanted this to last so badly. I wanted to feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, because she wanted my seed filling her up.
“Beckham,” she moaned in the hottest way. “Beckham. I’m so ready for you.”
I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, wanting to mouth fuck her desperately. I was tense, my muscles straining under my skin. My cock was so hard, and I felt pre-cum at the tip. I looked at her face, saw how pink her cheeks were, saw the way her pupils were dilated.
She was so fucking ready for me. So was so damn primed.
I was so possessive of her, and the very thought of any man touching her, talking to her… hell, even looking at her, pissed me off and made me want to mark and claim her over and over again.
She started breathing harder, and I slid my hand between us and ran my finger along her slit. God, she felt like silk. I had my cock aligned at her pussy hole, but I didn’t thrust in deep. I waited. I savored.
Fuck. Yes.
I felt how her pussy was hot and soaking for me. I plunged my tongue inside her mouth, forcing her to take it all, fucking her there like I would between her thighs.
I needed my cock in her pussy now, but I waited. I tormented us.
“Baby,” I groaned against her mouth, my hips having a mind of their own and wanting to plunge forward, burying my cock inside her tight, virgin heat. And so I got ready to do just that. “Lenora, if I don’t get inside of you, I’ll come before we can give each other our virginities, and I want to be buried in your tight pussy when we both get off.”
She gasped, and I kissed her harder. Lenora ran her tongue along my lip, and my whole body shook in response. “Spread your legs wider for me,” I murmured against her mouth.
I knew she was losing control. I could feel it in the tightening of her muscles, the way she mewled for me. And when she was so fucking wide for me her muscles probably protested, I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance.
She arched, pressing her breasts against my chest, and that’s when I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock
deeper into her. I had no fucking control right now. It was like I was crazed, delirious for her. Her pussy was so tight, so wet. She was so hot, so primed for me I almost came right then.
Not yet. Keep it the fuck together for her.
“Are you okay?” I managed to grit out, wanting to make sure she wasn’t in too much pain.
She moaned and shook her head. “I’m fine. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Fuck, I’d never stop.
I was fully seated inside her now, my balls pressed right up against her ass, her pussy clenching around my cock. I started moving in and out of her slowly, gently. My pleasure built… the pressure along with it. The need to stay calm, to make sure this was good for her, was at the forefront of my mind. I hunched my shoulders forward, lowered my head, and claimed her mouth as I thrust in and out of her.
I pulled out and pushed into her especially hard, and she gasped and held on tighter, digging her nails in deeper. She was so fucking primed for me.
“You feel so good.” I couldn’t stop the words from spilling from my mouth. The feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock and of her wanting this so damn badly made me almost come right then and there.
“I want to be so deep inside you nothing else matters.”
“When I’m with you, nothing else matters, Beckham.”
Fuck, I felt the exact same. Nothing else mattered but this woman right here.
Chapter Thirteen
Lenora
I couldn’t lie. It hurt losing my virginity. The pain was sudden, breath-stealing. The feeling of Beckham stretching me, filling me to the point I felt like I’d break in two.
But even though it hurt, knowing Beckham was the one with me, taking my innocence, had that discomfort taking a backseat. It had my pleasure rising.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, and I nodded.
I didn’t want to tell him how badly it initially hurt, because what good would that do? So instead, I curled my hands around his biceps a little tighter and whispered, “Don’t stop.”
The strain on his face was clear, and I knew it was because he was trying to keep his control in check for me.
He thrust in slow and easy, and I swore he was holding his breath. Heat started to build inside of me, that discomfort still there but not as powerful as it had initially been. And as the time passed, I start to felt that bone-deep pleasure that I always thought came with having sex. But I knew it wasn’t just the physical aspect of it, but the fact that I was here with Beckham.
He was big and thick, hitting parts of me that had my toes curling and my heart racing. Sweat beaded my brow, my breathing was erratic, and I felt something building deep inside me.
“God, Lenora, you feel so good.” Beckham closed his eyes and groaned softly, and that sound had my pulse beating right in my clit. “Grip on to me as I take you, as I claim you and you claim me.” He leaned closer to my mouth. “Hold onto me as I make love to you… as I fuck you.”
A shiver worked through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from gasping at his crude, blunt words. I had my hands on his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh. Beckham started pulling out of me, the tip of his cock lodged in my body before he pushed back in, slow and easy, gentle and thorough.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck again, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him just as tightly as he held me. He started moving at a steady pace then, in and out, his thick, long cock tunneling through my folds and claiming me.
He hit something deep, and I couldn’t hold in my moan.
“Does it feel good, Lenora?” He sounded tense, breathless. I knew he was trying to stay in control for me.
“God. Yes.”
He thrust in and out of me slowly and turned his head so he could press his mouth to mine. He filled me, stretched and consumed me, and he was so powerful I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back in pleasure.
Beckham was hard where I was soft.
When Beckham retreated an inch, the thick head of his cock was poised at my entrance. He stayed still for a second as he stared in my eyes, and then he thrust back in deeply, harder this time. The force of that last push had me shifting up on the mattress. He was almost all the way out again then pushed back into me.
Over and over, he did this, thrusting, pushing, tunneling into me. He moved faster and a little harder with each movement, with each passing second.
“Watch as I take you, Lenora, as I give you my virginity and take yours.” He leaned in and kissed me again, grunting. He rose up, braced his hands on the bed by my head, his forearms straight, and looked down the length of our bodies. “God, look at us, baby,” he seemed to mutter to himself. I rose up enough that I could watch as he plunged his cock into my pussy. Every time he would retreat, I saw how glossy his shaft was from my pussy, saw the streaks of my virgin blood coating his length.
His head was still downcast, but when I noticed his gaze traveling upward, I tore my focus from where we were connected and stared into his eyes.
“Watching my cock move in and out of you is the hottest fucking thing.”
I couldn’t agree more.
He went back to watching what was happening between our bodies. He did this for long moments, his movements slow and steady. Easy, as if he were trying to prolong this.
But then he made this low sound in the back of his throat, and I knew he was losing his grip on his control. He had his hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh painfully, pleasurably. Before I knew what was happening, Beckham pulled out of me and flipped me over. I was so startled by the sudden movement, but all I could do was let him take control.
He pushed my thighs open, popped my ass up so I was braced on my knees, my upper body flat with the mattress. I couldn’t help but feel exposed in the best of ways. He covered my back with his chest. It was only a second before I felt him reach between us and place his dick right back in my pussy. I instantly started to feel my lust rise to the surface as another orgasm rushed to the surface with this new position.
“That’s it,” he whispered, groaning. “You’re so hot and wet, and so slick for me.” He started pushing in and pulling out of me faster, harder.
The scent of sex and sweat filled the room. The sounds of our heavy breathing surrounded us. The passion between us was intense, so tangible I felt it cover my skin in the most delicious sensations.
I realized I heard him fucking me, the sound of his cock moving in and out of me, the wet suctioning erotic and obscene. The sensations consumed every part of me. It was this stimulating, auditory pleasure-filled sensation.
I was on my belly for only a few moments longer, and then I was suddenly being flipped onto my back, Beckham’s massive body over me. I loved the way he was taking control, moving me around the way he wanted.
It was hard not to watched the play of his muscles bunch and flex under Beckham’s skin as he moved. It was like watching a predator being stealthy, deliberate. And as I found myself lifting my hands and touching his chest, there was nothing but desire moving through me. His groan from my touch fueled me on.
“Lenora,” he murmured and closed his eyes as I continue to run my hands over his body. “I need you to get off again for me. I need that.”
Oh, I had no doubt I’d give him what he wanted.
Closing my eyes and breathing out harshly, I wanted him to know where I was right now. “Beckham,” I gasped. “I’m going to come again.” And I was, so hard I knew it would be just as powerful as the first one that claimed me.
“Fuck. Give it to me.”
I gasped as soon as that last word left his lips.
“Milk me, baby.”
And just like that, I did.
My pussy muscles clenched around his girth, and he grunted in response, his hips slamming hard against mine as if he couldn’t stop himself form doing the action.
He closed his eyes and growled erotically, and he clenched his jaw tightly. “Here I come.”
I forced myself to keep my ey
es open. I wanted to see him get off because of me.
“Fuck, Lenora,” he hissed. “I love you so much.” He thrust in deep and stilled. He did this again and again, over and over until I was panting.
Feeling his body on top of me, his thick cock in me, had me orgasming again unexpectedly. That pleasure stole my sanity.
My inner muscles clamped down hard, and we both moaned, the ecstasy on his face clear. My pussy squeezed his cock again as my orgasm raged on.
“Fuck, Lenora. Yeah, baby. That’s so it. Squeeze my dick; work for it.” His filthy words were an instant accelerant in me and I gasped in reaction.
With his huge body over mine, I felt every hard muscle in him tense further as I watched Beckham find his own orgasm. It was incredible to see him finally losing control. He groaned harshly again, bucking against me, emptying himself into my body. And I greedily accepted it all.
“Beckham,” I whispered. He was buried deep in me, filling me, making me his. I felt his big body shaking as he let go. His cum filled me up, making me take every last drop.
After long seconds, Beckham finally relaxed atop me, his big, muscular form making me feel so small and feminine.
Our bodies were damp from sweat, our breathing starting to calm. All I wanted to do was stay like this, to just be in our own bubble where nothing would touch us.
Beckham rolled off me but kept me right up against him and whispered, “I love you so much, Lenora. I really do.”
I closed my eyes, nothing else mattering except this moment, except what we’d shared and what was to come.
“I could stay like this forever.”
I hummed in agreement. “Then let’s do just that.”
He chuckled softly and tightened his hold on me. “I’ll never get enough,” he whispered at the crown of my head.
