Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166

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I don’t have my panties on. My pussy was soaking wet, and I felt my release trickling down my thighs, while Beckett had his cock pointing at me like a heat–seeking missile. This moment was definitely far from perfect. In fact, it was rather mortifying, but I meant the words that came out of my mouth. This situation might not be the right time to declare promises, but I want Beckett to know that.

He stared at me with nothing but pure surprise, then a blinding smile stretched his rosy lips.

He didn’t say another word. He didn’t give awkwardness time to blanket us and took off his shoes and let his jeans pool before my skirt in a hurry.

I swallowed hard, moistening my parched throat, then Beckett bent at the waist, threw me over his shoulder, and crossed the distance between the entrance and the couch at lightning speed.

He tossed me down on the plush seat like a rag doll. I landed with an oomph as I bounced, giggling like an excited schoolgirl.

The leather seat was cool against my skin, and its soft material slowly embraced my form.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Beckett. Even in the dim light of the penthouse, he was still an intimidating, beautiful dream. This was the kind of dream that I don’t want to wake up from, because if I do, Beckett might disappear into thin air.

As though I were watching a spicy romance movie, Beckett kneeled on the couch so he could remove his button–up shirt. His movement was perfection, slow and precise, as though each movement had been written on a script and would be scrutinized by the director.

Beckett stripped off the last of his clothing with the movement of a professional stripper. My pussy was still quivering from the two orgasms he gave me, but my insides were already anticipating Beckett filling me with his cock.

“This is definitely better than fantasy,” Beckett rasped, gripping the hem of my top and rolling it over my

head.

I propelled myself on my elbows, confused. “Hm?” ”

Beckett took his time to form a response, palming my thighs to part, and I fell flat on the couch again. Then he crawled over me, the seat dipping with his weight. “This,” he laid his palm on my shoulder, slowly gliding down my side, resting on my hips. “I never thought this would happen again, Andi. I was content with the memories we had together if you decided to push me away for good.”

He hovered over me, bestowing upon me the pleasurable feeling of his weight. Parting my legs for him, I wrapped them around his waist without protest. “You did?”

He grunted a yes as he scanned my face, as though committing to memory this very moment.

Love really moves in mysterious ways.

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Chapter 166

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There I was last night, accepting the painful truth that we weren’t meant for each other. We were chaos magnets, and I thought I was better off without him. It was almost funny how we had both arrived at the same conclusion, even though it was against our wills.

All my inhibitions and hesitations had already evaporated. I wanted this. I need Beckett in my life more than I let on.

The air stilled when Beckett held himself steady above me, locking his place between my legs. Then he reached between us, guiding the head of his cock between my folds, stroking my pulsating clit again and again.

I can’t help the moan that escaped each time he poked my sensitive little bud. How can a muscle so small make my entire body tremble with need? My body twisted from side to side, and I had never appreciated how comfortable this huge couch was until tonight.

It was already a writhing mess when Beckett aligned the head of his dick in my entrance. My hands flew into his shoulder, holding on for dear life, fingers digging into his skin as I held my breath for the coming intrusion.

Beckett crashed our lips together as he punched his hips forward, slicing me with his monster cock in one swift thrust. I moaned against his torrid kisses. The jabbing motion of his hips made galaxies explode on the back of my eyelids.

Beckett’s breathing was shallow and quick as he fucked me like this was the last time we’d be together. There was no holding back, no hesitation, just pure desire and need. He was owning me, marking me as his.

I twist and squirm beneath him. I feel boneless, but my legs around his waist were locked like a koala to a tree. My pulse flew wild as I clawed Beckett’s back, my fingernails marking him the way his cock was marking me.

Beckett hissed as I scraped his skin deep enough to leave a bruise. “Fuck!”

“Ah!” he answered by burying his cock deep inside me to the hilt, staying there for a few seconds, grinding his hips before he pulled back.

“You’re mine,” he exhaled, pushing the hair out of my face.

I cried in pleasure as the head of his cock bumped into my G–spot. “Like that, hmm?” he taunted.

He knew my answer to that question. He could feel my walls choking his length, and he did it again and again until my legs were shaking around his waist.

“Beckett,” my cry was helpless as I tossed my head back into the couch, my fingernails dragging stripes painfully on his back.

“I know, baby girl,” the punches of his hips became messy and quick. “You’re almost there. I’m there, fuck!”

He propped himself on one arm as he reached between us, finding my pulsing clit easily. As though he had pressed a switch, my legs fell wider with each stroke of his cock and fingers. My body was humming to the tune of Beckett’s expert touch. “Oh, Beckett! Ahhh!”

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