Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

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-Andi-

I had been lying in Beckett’s bed for quite some time before he arrived, willing my mind to calm down so I could get some rest, but I couldn’t get my father’s anger out of my head. But surprisingly, after our conversation. I had fallen asleep. Beckett’s warmth cradling me. Even in my sleep, my father was there, threatening to hurt Mom and Caleb, but each time I stirred awake, Beckett would be there to soothe and calm my weary mind, drawing me back into his arms and grounding

1. me.

Given the emotional highs and lows since yesterday, coupled with the anxiety of finally standing up to my father. I was mentally and physically exhausted. I lost track of how long I had fallen asleep, but I was surprised to wake up, and it’s already pitch black inside the room.

“What? What are you doing?” I groaned, slowly becoming aware that Beckett’s fingers were gradually slipping through the waistband of the boxer shorts I had stolen from his closet.

I didn’t exactly plan on staying over, much less being in bed with Beckett.

“I’m sorry,” Beckett breathed, sounding anything but sorry. “I had been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Is this your idea of waking me up?” I smiled, stretching luxuriously until I lay on my back, giving Beckett more access to my body.

“Do you want me to stop?” He demanded, I could hear the grin in his voice.

The room was bathed in dimness; the only light inside was coming from the outdoor lights on Beckett’s balcony. His sheets were soft, and they smelled like him, like waterfalls after the rain.

“No… please, don’t stop?” I murmured without missing a beat, my body craving his touch.

When Luna asked if they should drive me home, I instantly thought about Beckett’s estate as home. It was the closest place I could get to him. I didn’t think he’d be back until tomorrow. His sheets were comfortable enough to make me feel safe. And now that he was here, I finally understood why I wanted to be here. Beckett can make me forget about my problems, and I was hoping his bed would help me do that.

I got something better than his bed. The man himself was tracing the seams of the boxer shorts I was wearing, making my body come to life.

“Hmm,” Beckett hummed, “you’ve been a very naughty girl, Andi. You made had me worried,” he murmured, biting on my

ear.

“So what?” I moaned, my body stretching and curling towards his touch. “Do you… do you want to punish me, sir?”

“Don’t tempt me, baby girl.” He groaned, gripping my hips as he crawled on top of me. His toned legs straddled me, and in the dimness of the room, his eyes were blazing with desire. Then he reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My hair splayed over the pillow, framing my face as Beckett weighed my breast in his rough palms.

He pinched my nipples and rolled both with his thumb. My back arched off the bed as he pulled on my nipples. The biting pain that shot through my nerves spiralled down my center, lighting up that familiar pull that’s starting to tighten.

“Oh,” I moaned as he repeated the process. I gripped his wrist, unsure if I wanted to pull him closer to remove his hands.

“Shh,” Beckett shushed me as he pinched my nipples again, then scrambled down my body so he could wrap his magical mouth around one of my nipples. He swirled his tongue round and round, sending my body into hyperdrive. “You were very naughty. I am tempted to punish you, baby girl.”

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“Do whatever you want with me,” I gasped, watching him move from one nipple to another, his tongue leaving my skin wes and hot. “Just make me forget, sir.”

I knew I was demanding too much of him, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he chuckled and laughed tauntingly This is becoming a regular; I might need to collect soon.”

“I don’t mind,” I admitted, biting my lip. Beckett had such talented hands, and it felt as if he knew the tells of my horby. And i was getting used to the thrill of experiencing a dizzying orgasm at his command. “I’m yours, Beckett.”

He looked up at me, grinning, as he kissed his way down my abdomen. “Can you handle me, Andi? Or should we set some boundaries?”

I blinked at him with a frown. “Boundaries?”

“I don’t want to scare you, but if it gets too much, just tell me to stop,” he said that as if it were a warning. Then he crawled over my body so that he could kiss me. His kisses were tentative, long, deep, and slow, ensuring that desire was swarty building up from my head down to my toes.

“Got it?” Beckett demanded when we drew apart.

I nodded, swallowing a huge chunk of air. “Yes.”

Beckett groaned, shaking his head, and as though a switch had been flipped inside him, he sat on his haunches, ripped the boxers off my legs. I yelped when I found my knees raised high into the air until my thighs were against my torso

“Ready?” Beckett asked, keeping my legs in place.

The position he put me in wasn’t flattering. I was completely exposed, and embarrassment bloomed in my chest. I shoved that aside before it could eat me alive, then composed myself and answered Beckett. “Yes, sir.”

Beckett’s smile vanished as he sank down and wrapped his lips around my clit. His wicked tongue started to explore every wet and swollen nook and cranny of my pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” my hands shooting everywhere, searching for something to anchor me. There was no denying how talented Beckett’s tongue was; I mean, every aspect in bed, come to think of it.

I glanced down between my legs in disbelief. The sensation was becoming too much to bear. I groaned wildly with each flicker of his tongue, my eyes rolling as my hand found the pillow behind me, clutching it. He commenced eating me like a starved man, and I would catch his wicked dark eyes watching me carefully in the dark.

I tried my best to keep the noise down. I worry that Luna and Jack would know that we are already awake and doing naughty, naughty things, but it was impossible. Beckett’s tongue and mouth were out of this world, and at some point, I had to cover my mouth to keep the sounds from rolling off my throat.

With my knees still pressed against my chest, Beckett slowly introduced his probing fingers into his ministrations. He slowly pushed two into my entrance, searching out that magical spot inside me while his mouth sucked on my cht.

“Ahhh!!!” I squealed, eyes pinching shut as an unimaginable sensation shot through my body.

His relentless fingers and tongue stroked and pressed and searched my pussy until I was nothing but a moaning mess in his bed. But whenever Beckett would find that spot inside me and my clit, he’d slow his movements and let the sensation tone down, and build me back up again. I was on the edge, craving release, but never once did he allow me to come.

“Ohh! Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed. The muscles in my stomach were almost painful from being clenched so hard for so long.

“Beckett! What the fuck? Ah shit?!”

“You’re almost there, Andi,” Becket confirmed with an intense satisfaction in his face, his thumb rolling my throbbing clit.

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“Wh what I squeaked, shaking in a frenzy under his command

“Squinting,” he admitted, with a flash of lust lighting up his gray eyes.

“What?” I shook my head, unsure if I had heard him right. This has not happened to me before. This was seething, & fubolt know I was capable of

But Beckett simply continued to work on my pussy like it was an art that he had perfected, and he bow world come on really well. He slipped his fingers in and out of me, focusing on poking that magical and send up wake me ha continued to play with my pussy, I was becoming more aware of the build–up inside me. It was familiar and news for se ime, this craving for release was beyond anything else 1 had ever felt

Beckett teased me beyond how much I could handle, and he deprived me of my release each time I would top over the edge

Trust me, Andi, Beckett murmured, his voice becoming, raspy and deep.

clenched my fist as I felt my belly twisting, I could almost taste my release, but Beckett decided it wasn’t time and swed his hand again.

grunted, lips pursing, ready to scold Beckett, but then he pressed his thumb on the base of my dit with a mind–membang compression. “Ah!” I whined, my body twisting side to side. Then, Beckett retracted his hand again, gazing down at me with lilated eyes.

Kneel,” he commanded, and I thought I had misheard him. I blinked at Beckett when he released my hand, waiting for me o get into position. It wasn’t that easy when your levels of orgasm were obscene, and your legs were shaking terribly.

crawled into my hands and knees, sinking into my haunches like a good girl waiting for her master’s next command. Beckett assisted me when he saw that I was struggling. On my knees, Beckett planted a kiss on my forehead. “Good girl”

Then Beckett pulled me into a passionate kiss, my hands clenched over my thighs while Beckett’s hand started to map my

ody again. He squeezed my breast, trailed down my spasming tummy until I disappeared between my wide–open legs.

was unable to form any sound other than moans and groans as his fingers searched for that ultimate spot inside my pussy. His hands commanded a steady, forceful thrust, stimulating my body beyond what I could possibly handle.

Seckett released my mouth. I gasped for much–needed air as he thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy, bending slightly o he could fuck me deeper, harder, and faster.

Oh, god, Beckett!” I shricked, shaken and confused. There’s that familiar and new sensation in my body again, something hat’s both scary and wild. My entire form was spasming now, pure ecstasy curling through my veins.

Andi… fuck, you’re almost there,” Beckett cooed, his free hand coming to my head, forcing me to look into his eyes.

Oh, fuck!” I gasped, and the sensation in my body turned up a notch. I gripped his hand, steadying myself, as I struggled to understand what was happening to me. I released a powerful cry as Beckett’s fingers continued to thrust mercilessly inside ne. That’s when it happened: a flurry of multiple orgasms rolled over my body.

lost my bearings, my self–control. All I could feel was this toe–curling pleasure that rushed through my veins, as a gush of iquid accompanied Beckett’s pumping fingers, drenching his bed below me.

My pleasure was magnified tenfold, and I floated weightlessly in dazed ecstasy.

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