Cabin of Axes - Bea Paige Page 0,56
pulse point. Our joining is passion, edged in desperation and an intense need.
His dick is so large that I can feel it hitting my cervix. He bruises me with his cock, his fingers, and his mouth, claiming me as his. All the while I beg for more. I need this. I need his absolute brute strength and this feral kind of fucking to remind me, remind us that this is real and not a memory or a dream. This is us.
My fingernails scrape against his back as a second orgasm circles up and out from the base of my spine in one frantic rush of heat. Franklin doesn’t pull out, he just empties himself within me as my internal muscles milk his cock and we’re both panting for breath, covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Holy shit,” Franklin grumbles, laughter in his voice. He leans back and smiles. His cheeks are flushed, his pupils large and his dick still thick and heavy inside of me. “I’d go again, but I think Berrin and Matt will chop off my cock and I really, really, want to keep it so I can do that again very soon.”
I burst out laughing, the lightness in his gaze and his sudden humour making me love him even more. Behind him Berrin looms, and out of the corner of my eye I see Mathieson climb onto the bed.
“You know I quite like your arse, Franklin, but unless you want me to actually bite you, I suggest you pull out of our girl and get the fuck out of my way,” Berrin says.
Franklin grins devilishly, and with one perfectly sweet kiss to my lips slides out of me. “I’m gonna take a shower then I’m coming back for seconds,” he promises before heading out of the room with a cocky swagger. Berrin grins and makes a move towards me, but Mathieson growls possessively and is pulling me into his arms before Berrin can even get a look in.
“Fuck you, big man. You slept with Goldie yesterday. You can fucking wait.”
I giggle like a teenage girl at the look of shock on Berrin’s face. “You bastards are killing me. Fuck you all.” But he doesn’t argue further, he simply pulls up the armchair and settles his very large, very muscular naked self, into the seat. My gaze trails down his body as I remember how it felt to fuck him. His cock is erect, long and clasped in his hand and I lick my lips, my teeth chasing my tongue before biting down.
Berrin smiles. “Like what you see, Goldie?” he asks me.
“Baby, look at me,” Matthieson demands, his fingers settling over my cheek as he draws my attention back to him. The second our eyes meet his lips crash against my mouth and he’s kissing me with a ferocity that snatches my breath, makes my heart swell and my core drip with heat. He’s staking his claim, marking his territory and making sure my attention is fully on him. Well, he’s got my attention.
“Baby, you taste like heaven…” he groans, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, then letting it go with a pop. “I fucking missed this.” He grapples me to him with bruising fingers that remind me of all the times he’s given me so much pleasure on the back of pain. I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh, thick, long and oh so hard. I reach for it, pressing my thumb against the slit gently. He thickens in my hand.
“Me too,” I mutter between kisses and tongue lashes that light me up like a spark on dry tinder.
“I felt the connection,” he says brushing his lips over my jaw, his teeth grazing my skin. “Right from the second I saw you asleep on this bed. I felt it, in here.” He crashes his fist against his chest. “And I didn’t know what the fuck to do about it. I was confused as fuck. Then…”
“Don’t,” I interrupt.
His face darkens and he swallows hard. “I could’ve really hurt you.”
“But you didn’t. You didn’t. I’m okay. We’re okay. You didn’t know then, you didn’t remember everything,” I say firmly, reassuring him.
He nods, his gaze flicking from lips to my eyes and back again. “I want… I need…”
“I know, me too,” I whisper, sliding out of his arms and laying on my stomach, baring my arse to him like I’ve done a hundred times before. He doesn’t need any more encouragement than that. Straddling my thighs, his cock