Page 83 of After the Burn

“My God, you’re beautiful.” He gently unraveled my braid, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders.

Kissing his chest, I met his gaze as I slowly sank to my knees, lightly scraping my nails down his thighs.

“I thought I was claiming you?” Beck said in a gruff voice, his eyes fixed on me as I knelt at his feet.

“Oh, you are, but I’m claiming you first,” I whispered as I circled the bottom of his cock with my fingers and took him into my mouth.

Beck’s breathing became labored as he dug his fingers into my hair and threw his head back, groaning in pleasure. “Yeees, Fox. Suck my cock into that sweet, warm mouth.” With a loud moan, he started moving my mouth up and down his impressive length.

I savored the salty, masculine flavor of him… he tasted like mine.

Using my free hand, I held his sac and gently squeezed while taking in as much of his hardness as I could.

My savage man let out a growl and gripped my hair so tightly that the pull on my scalp burned. I didn’t care because this was the Beck I was trying to draw out. The one who fucked me like this could be our last day on earth.

With a gentle motion, I pulled my head back, letting my tongue glide along the thick vein running through his length, around the crown, and back down, savoring the delicate feel as I sucked and licked the tender skin of his balls.

“Fuck, Taryn. It’s been too long. I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

A surge of desire tightened my body, making it feel as though I could climax simply from pleasuring him.

I sucked harder and faster, taking his cock deeper down my throat. “Fuck! That’s all I can take!” Beck spun around to sit on the bed, his skin slick with sweat as he lifted me effortlessly and slid me onto his wet, glistening cock in one fluid motion.

As I came instantly, I sank my teeth into his shoulder, feeling my pussy clamp tightly around his cock.

With a groan, Beck drew me closer, his body pressing hard against mine as he thrust deeply and roughly, chasing the intense pleasure I’d recently known. One hand slid from my back to my breast, gently squeezing and tugging at my nipple. Lowering his hand, he located my sensitive clit, softly circling it with his thumb before delicately pinching it between his strong fingers.

I tried to escape, resisting the mounting intensity of the orgasm surging through me, but Beck refused to release me. As my climax arrived, I glimpsed shimmering stars flickering behind my closed eyelids.

He rolled me onto my back and began pounding into me with such intensity that the bed slammed against the wall, loosening plaster that drifted down like snow from the ceiling.

“Fuck, Taryn, you feel so good clamped around my cock. Cum for me one more time, my queen.” He delivered two more thrusts so deep that I could almost taste him in my throat.

Arching my back, a swift orgasm surged through me, making me part my lips in a silent gasp. As Beck followed me, his whispered curses and groans mingled with the intense feeling of his release deep inside me.

Once we had both caught our breath, he softly turned us over, so I was resting against his chest. “Damn, woman, I missed you.” He rained kisses all over my face.

“I missed you too.” I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I drifted off to sleep, soothed by the steady rhythm of his breathing.

I woke up some time later to find Beck spreading my thighs and settling between them.

“I know you didn’t think we were finished.” His eyes met mine. “Now it’s my turn to claim you.”

I felt fully claimed, but I wasn’t foolish enough to say that with a man that looked like Beck lying between my thighs.

He slid his fingers deep, planting small bites on my inner thighs, then pulled out and gave them a lick. “Damn, you taste good with my cum inside you.”

Suddenly, with no warning, he pressed his face between my legs and started sucking my clit. My hips jerked upward, and his massive hands gripped my thighs firmly, holding me steady.

The feel of his mouth licking and sucking my sensitive nub, like I was a meal, and he hadn’t eaten in days, had me screaming his name. Large, strong fingers slid through the folds of my pussy, pumping in and out, as his mouth kept at it, like it was his job.

He continued steadily, pumping and sucking, fingers searching deeply until they reached the tender bundle of nerves that made me clench in response.

“Fuck, Beck,” I yelled, my climax washing through me in a long, intense rush that felt never-ending.

“That’s my pretty girl.” He murmured quietly as he tenderly lapped at my pussy, wiping away every sign of my climax.

I sighed and relaxed back onto the bed, only to almost jerk to a sitting position as he savagely bit my neck.