Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
Alarm bells gonged through Beck’s brain. His stomach bottomed out.
What difference does it make?
Seth fucking knew the answer. They both did.
Are we back to square one?
Beck almost didn’t want the answer to that question. If Seth couldn’t bury his trauma in the past, where it belonged, it would eventually destroy their progress and prevent them from sharing a happy future.
Seth glared, waiting for an answer. Beck studied the PI’s strained expression as he teased Heavenly with his crest. He nudged the tip just inside her before hissing, cursing, and pulling back. Then he started the process all over again. She cried out in pure torment as she lifted her hips, straining to engulf Seth inside her.
Last night, Heavenly had asked what they would do if Seth had changed his mind about starting a family. He’d promised he would remind his pal that they were worth fighting for.
The time had come to practice what he’d preached.
“Is she?” Seth snarled the question again.
“No,” Beck finally answered.
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. Her window is closed. Take her bare.”
Palpable relief skidded across Seth’s face before he flashed her an evil smile. “Do you want my cock, angel?”
“Yes. Oh, god… Yessss.”
“You don’t sound pitiful enough, angel. You’ll have to do better if you want me to give you this big, hard cock.” He slapped his wide, weeping crest against her clit.
“Please, Sir! I need…”
“What?” Seth taunted. “Tell me.”
“You,” she gasped. “I need you.”
“I’m right here, angel. Do you need my grocery list?”
“No!”
“My stake-out schedule?”
“Noooo,” she whimpered.
“Tell him you need his hard cock fucking your little pussy,” Beck growled.
“Yesss.”
“Say it,” Seth thundered.
“I need…” she panted, eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh, god…”
“Say it,” Beck dragged the rubber falls over her clit, gratified when she shivered.
“I-I need your…cock. Please!”
“Where?” Seth pulled back to watch her.
“Inside me.”
“Your mouth?” Beck taunted, landing the flogger against her cunt.
Heavenly jolted with a strangled cry. “Inside my…my pussy.”
“This sweet, tight pussy?” Seth pressed his wide crest through her narrow slit.
Then he stopped.
“Oh, god… Yes!” Heavenly gripped the ropes, panting and struggling.
Seth reared back, hissing as he shoved forward, filling and stretching her with inch after hard inch. Heavenly rocked under him, her hips surging up to take more.
Before Cooper could reprimand her again, Beck flattened his hand over her quivering stomach and slapped the flogger across her pussy with the other. “Stay still.”
Eyes glassy, Seth nodded and eased from her tight cunt, his withdrawal like molasses. Heavenly cried out, her plea hoarse and wordless. God, she looked so flushed and aroused. So sensual.
Beck couldn’t resist adding to her torment. He trailed his fingertips down to her clit and stroked her slowly, rhythmically. She tensed. Her eyes slammed shut. Her toes curled. She wailed in anguish.
He loved every second.
“Fuck. Do that again,” Seth choked out, face contorting as he slammed inside her again, slick and savage until he bottomed out.
“With pleasure.”
When Seth pulled back for his next stroke, Beck was prepared. He met Heavenly’s unfocused stare with a smirk—and lashed her pussy with the falls before he gave it another rub.
She gasped and jerked. Then Seth thrust into their girl again, his harsh strokes measured, designed to scrape every nerve ending in her pussy and drive her higher. Jack her up to unbearable heights.
Then, to the chorus of her mewls, he reared back as if he had all day. Beck landed the biting little flogger on her clit again, yanking her from the edge of ecstasy.
As if they shared the same degenerate mind, he and Seth found their rhythm…
Seth thrusted. Beck whacked. Over and over and over.
Thrust. Whack.
Thrust. Whack.
Thrust. Whack.
Heavenly’s cries—an anguished fusion of misery and bliss—melded with the thudding flogger and slapping flesh like an erotic symphony.
“You like his fat cock fucking you?” Beck nipped her lobe.
“Yesssss…”
“What about these?” Beck flicked the nasty clamps compressing her nipples. “Do you like them?”
Heavenly sucked in a startled gasp and arched, thrusting her tits in the air. Hungrily, he plucked at one before he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her scream of pain.
When she quieted, he eased back with a feral growl and sipped the tears leaking from her eyes.
“Beck? Beck…” Heavenly stared at him, beseeching, as if he alone could save her.
He could. But he wasn’t going to. Not when he was enjoying her agony so much. A glance at Seth’s face said he was, too.
“You’re suffering so sweetly, little girl,” Beck murmured.
“It burns.” She strained against the ropes, wriggling and clamping down on Seth’s cock, still driving into her with slow, bulldozing strokes.
“Fuck, yes,” Seth hissed, sweat sliding from his brow. “Burn for us, angel. Don’t come.”
“Yet,” Beck taunted. “We’re enjoying your delicious agony. Give us more.”
A pitiful wail tore from her lips. Beyond the lone afternoon she’d asked Beck to whip out his belt and unleash his inner sadist, he’d never explored pain with her, much less driven her to the edge of her tolerance with Seth.