Black Ties and White Lies(63)

“Just imagine how many times you could’ve felt that sweet pussy of yours greedily take me if you hadn’t fought this attraction between us for so long.”

I moan. I hate every second I lied to myself and pretended that this wasn’t going to happen. If I knew my body would feel like it could combust at any second underneath his touch, I probably would’ve accepted the inevitable a month ago.

“I could’ve made you feel so good for so long,” he says, his voice low.

Leaning down, he blows air onto my nipple, sending my sensitive flesh into overdrive. His tongue caresses the skin around the peaked flesh. It’s like he’s everywhere at once. It suddenly becomes too much, and I can’t hold on any longer. A moan erupts from my chest as my entire body erupts into fireworks.

Beck continues to push into me, milking every last second of the orgasm from me. I can feel my muscles clench around him, wrapping around him tightly as he chases his own release.

“You’re so god damn sexy when you come on my cock,” he growls, his lips still right next to my nipple. He bites the fleshy part of my breast. “I’m going to become fucking obsessed with feeling that pretty pussy of yours hold me tight.”

My body should be spent. He’s already managed three orgasms from me, something I’ve only done once thanks to a special little purple friend. I can already feel a dull ache between my legs, but I don’t want to stop.

The look on Beck’s face proves to me that he isn’t done either. He smirks, the sight of him hovering between my breasts as he slowly pushes in and out of me something I’ll commit to memory forever.

“I’ve only just begun making good on my promises.”





I knew finally fucking Margo would change things for me, but I hadn’t thought it’d feel so catastrophic. The way she wraps around me perfectly fools my brain into thinking she was made for me. That we’re perfect together. It’s a shame she’s only promised me a year. I’ll do everything in my power to keep our charade—if you can even call it that—going for as long as possible. I’m fairly confident I’d spend forever fighting with her to just to fuck her after if she’d let me.

Once I feel her body relax underneath mine, I flip her over until her front presses into the comforter. Lifting her hips up, I line myself up with her soaking wet pussy once again. There are little red marks on the backs of her thighs from where my hips have slapped against her. I like the idea of the physical reminders of what’s happening between us. I feel it, she better fucking feel it, but there’s nothing wrong with leaving harmless little marks on her. To leave it as proof to anyone who’d dare to look at her that she’s mine.

“You were sexy as hell crawling on your knees to me. Even sexier on your knees as you gagged on my cock.” My palm rubs over the curve of her ass. “But fuck, baby, you on your knees with your ass in the air, your cunt dripping in anticipation to take me again, might be my favorite view of you on your knees.”

Even with her face pushing into the pillows, her moan ricochets off the walls. I fucking love how much my words get her off.

My fingertip runs over the seam between her asscheeks. She flinches, making me wonder if I’ve found a spot she’s never been touched. Not wanting to be outside of her for another moment, I plunge into her once again, reveling in the loud gasp that leaves her body.

She’s so reactive to my words, my touch, my cock; I’m addicted to it. I press one hand into her back, pushing her into the mattress as I fuck her from behind. Her moans get louder and louder, sending me close to my own release.

One arm snakes underneath her, pulling her body flush against mine. The new position somehow seats me even deeper inside her. Margo wraps her arms around the back of my neck, her tits bouncing as I continue to plunge in and out of her. The bed squeaks underneath us, the creaking a threat that the bed could break at any moment from the punishing rhythm I’ve set.

Her knees overlap mine as I take her from behind, her back against my front. I reach around her, my finger finding her clit. I can feel myself push in and out of her as I rub the sensitive bud. Needing as much of her as possible, my free hand reaches up to pinch her perfect pink nipples. I’m so fucking close at this point, and I know by her muscles clenching around me and the mewls and moans falling from her lips that she’s chasing yet another orgasm.

I want this to be her best yet. I want to hear her scream my name as my cum coats her naked skin. It’s my duty to stimulate every inch of her possible, to prove to her how perfect we are together.

My lips kiss the side of her neck as her head falls back to rest against my chest.

“Scream my name again,” I say against her tender skin. “Scream it so every damn person in this place knows who you belong to.”

“No.”

My teeth scrape against her neck in disapproval of her answer. I pick up the pace, bracing her body against mine to keep her upright. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. As her spine arches, her pussy wraps even tighter around my cock. The feeling of her clinging to me so perfectly has me reaching the brink of my release. My spine tingles as I pump into her faster and faster, desperate to be sent over the edge.

“One more, baby,” I growl next to her ear. “One more to prove just how fucking wrecked you are for me like I am you.”

“Beck!” she screams. Her nails bite into the back of my neck as she comes all over my cock. This time, I can feel the proof of her arousal drip down my shaft. That feeling coupled with her screaming my name is what does me in.