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“Sierra, baby. If you ask me for more, I don’t know if I can be gentle anymore,” he grunts.
“I’m not asking for gentle,” I say. “I’m asking you to ignore my trauma for one second and fuck me like you would another woman,” I say, frustrated that he is treating me like I’m breakable. I move off of him, and he groans as he rubs his hands down his face.
“Sierra,” he says softly when I lie on my side facing away from him. I’m sniffing back tears when he gently kisses my shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it,” I sniff. “I’m sure Kate will let you fuck her normally.”
“No,” he says, rolling me onto my back. “You don’t get to use that against me.”
“Too fucking bad,” I snap. “You treat me like I’m fragile.”
“I do not, Sierra. You were…”
“Then fuck me like you actually love me and I’m not just some fucking charity case!” I say loudly. “If you can’t do that, maybe someone else will. Ace doesn’t treat me like I’m broken.”
“You little brat,” he laughs, moving my legs to kneel between them. “You want to see how I fuck, Sierra? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you thoughtless? Like you are nothing but a worthless little whore?”
“…Maybe,” I say, trying not to smile. “I get that I don’t understand pleasure, but I do understand that you make me feel good. I’m too in my head right now. So if fucking me thoughtlessly will help me stop thinking about Anthony while you are buried…”
The mere mention of my ex has him slamming back into my pussy. I cry out with a loud moan. “Is that what you want?” he growls, fucking me deeper.
“Yes!” I moan. “Please, Bex! Yes!” I moan again. He rolls us and lifts his hips to start driving into me from below. I cling to him as he ruthlessly fucks me. He is growling like a fucking animal as he pumps into me over and over again. I can’t think or speak when my body is so tense that I can’t breathe. When the pressure becomes so intense that I can’t stand it, I start rocking my hips to meet his thrusts, setting off an explosion in my body.
All the pressure releases at once, and Beckett rolls me onto my back before continuing to fuck me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and I am nearly in tears from the pleasure pulsing through me. My belly aches, but I could stay in this moment forever.
“Fuck,” Beckett growls, his pace faltering as his hips jerk. I’m afraid he is about to pull out of me to come.
“Please come in me!” I say quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist so he can’t pull back.
“You think I plan to do anything other than fill your cunt, Sierra?” he groans. “I’m going to put my baby in your belly, Kitten. This is my cunt.”
“Yes! Fuck, Bex! Yes!” I moan as he slams into me, forcing me into another orgasm as he drains his cock into me. He collapses onto my chest, and I can’t help but breathlessly giggle.
“What are you laughing about?” he asks, sitting up to look at me with a smirk.
“I’m definitely not on birth control,” I say nervously. “Anthony would… he always pulled out.”
“Good,” he says, kissing me. “Then I am the first and only man who will ever fill your pussy.”
“Have you always been this filthy?” I ask. I go to get up, and he lays me back down.
“Stay and let me take care of you,” he says. “And yeah, I guess so. Is that okay?”
“A month ago, I would have probably panicked if you had laid claim to me or my body parts, but now I kinda like it.”
“Good,” he says again with a smile.
“Mason said you love me,” I say. “And that I love you.”
“I do love you,” he says.
“And I love you,” I admit.
“Then it’s settled,” he says as he cleans me. “I’m going to put my baby in your belly; you are going to be Mrs. Turner someday.”
Chapter Fourteen
Beckett
