Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 92

If anyone had told me I would straddle Beckett Hale two months ago, I would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off.

Oh, how fast things have changed, and how quickly the desire and lust between Beckett and me skyrocketed. He was vocal when he was being intimate. I get that now, but it still takes getting used to.

Warning bells and alarms rang in my head as Beckett deposited me back in my seat when the lights in the hallway lit up. We heard a door open and shut through the loud rush of blood in my head, then it opened and shut again. I think that was Caleb going to the bathroom.

We listened for another tense moment. The movie rolled before us, but I don’t understand much of it anymore. I don’t hink I can watch that movie again without thinking about Beckett and his hand that was rubbing up and down my clothed highs.

held my breath as his hand moved a little closer to my center each time it climbed up. I jolt each time he’d graze my :enter. I worry he’d feel how wet I am by now.

for a second, I thought Beckett wouldn’t make another move. Maybe he doesn’t feel the thrill of being caught as I do, but hen I heard him growl. He moved his mouth closer to my ear and whispered.

Are you wet, Andi?” he hushed, his tongue darting out to lick the tips of my ears.

gasped and moaned when I felt his teeth graze my ear. I don’t move. I was a frozen victim of Beckett’s simple touch.

jolted in my seat when he palmed my pussy over the fabric of my jeans. I don’t know whether I should stop this or beg him.

not to tease me anymore.

Huh? Should I find out for myself?” He answered his own question.

Beckett…” I whimpered, my head tilting up as if I would find the direction on how to maneuver this situation I have right now. Then I tilted my head to the side, nervously eyeing him. His face was too close, and our mouths were already touching But he doesn’t kiss. He gave me another instruction that almost made me come.

Take off your jeans. Let me pet that pussy of yours,” he said, and the lust in his voice was like magic that turned me into his suppet.

My heart was racing, and my mouth went dry as I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled out of them. I let it pool under my feet.

was tempted to kick it under the couch so no one would see it if Mom or Caleb would check on us.

‘Good girl,” he murmured. “Now I need you to be quiet. Say you understand.”

I… I understand.” my voice was so small I didn’t even recognize it.

Beckett smiled and faced the television. His hand was warm on my thighs as he skated it up and down. I clenched my fist out my side as he bumped my pussy each time his hand climbed up, and I unclenched it each time he rolled down.

He kept teasing me until I could take it anymore. “Beckett!” I whisper–shout, my legs already shaking and falling open. waiting for him to do what he said.

He chuckled and unceremoniously cupped my pussy. He rubbed it up and down, groping me. My panties were already so wet I knew he could feel it. He groaned, biting his lips, and pushed the sodden fabric aside and swiped a finger on my shit.

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“Ahhh….” I gasped, my eyes pinching shut as I bit my lip.

“Shhh.” Beckett swayed. “Quiet, or I’d have to stop…” he warned.

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I nodded, even though he wasn’t asking me anything. My teeth sink into my lower lip, leaving marks as I bite down hard.

Beckett’s fingers moved up and down, and up and down; he was grazing my clit but never giving what I needed. I can feel my nipples tightening, turning to pointed tips as my clit pulsed the more Beckett touches me. His finger circled my clit. teasing the pulsating little bud until I could take it anymore.

“Beckett!” I grit out, teeth grinding as I grabbed his hand.

Beckett chuckled, but it didn’t deter him from teasing me. It seemed to encourage him because he drew circles into my clit until I was fisting the blanket and my back arching from the couch.

His chest rumbled with something caught between a growl and a devilish laugh. My response to that was another whine that almost sounded like a mewl.

“You’re so responsive, baby girl. I can feel how wet you are.” he said as he tilted his head to face me. I met his gaze, my eyes dilated, and my mouth hanging open. He smirked and added. “Don’t close your eyes, okay? Look at me as I make you come. As I fingerfuck your pussy. I wanna see you.”

“Oh god…” I’m stunned at how crass his mouth is, my throat bobbing as I swallow hard and pinch my eyes shut.

Beckett’s hand stopped, and that made my eyes flutter open. “Keep them open, or I stop.”

I nodded. “Please.”

Remember the rules, okay?”

‘Yes, yes…”

Good girl,” he cooed as he slowly plunged a finger inside me. My walls clenched at the intrusion, mouth gaping open in a gasp. “Hmm, open your eyes, Andi…”

‘Ahhh, Beckett, don’t stop,” I cried out as he retracted his finger. I kept my eyes on him, and he rewarded me with a wicked

mile and a pump of his finger. In and out his fingers went; my breath was heavy and ragged that matched his rhythm.

Shivers rolled down my spine as it arched from the couch. Beckett watched me with smoldering eyes, committing to memory how he was playing with my pussy under the blanket while my mom and brother were only a few feet away from

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I struggled to control the sounds that were caught in my throat. A flood of heat rushed south as he added another digit inside me, my walls stretching to accommodate his ministrations.

“That’s it. Andi, you’re doing good.” he murmured. “You’re soaking wet and so responsive. I like that very much.”

I don’t know how he does it from our position, but then I felt the pad of his thumb pressed against my clit, applying enough pressure that I felt my legs shaking. It’s like he knew right where to touch me, where to encourage a cry from me, and when to make me bend a knee.

My hips slowly ground senselessly to his command. The knots in my belly are coiling tighter and tighter, my muscles choking his fingers as I climbed the precipice of release.

“That’s it, baby girl, that’s it. Come for me, my good girl,” Beckett’s encouraging words pushed me to tip over the edge and free fall into my release. My toes curl from the carpet, and my leg muscles tensed.

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A whimper slipped out of my mouth in tune with the pounding sound of the movie. I couldn’t stop my eyelids from closing as I felt warm liquid rush out of me, soaking Beckett’s hands. He crushed our mouth together as he slowed the thrust and withdraw of his fingers from my pussy, guiding me down the high of my release.

Beckett’s mouth was insistent and soft at the same time, as though he was savoring the reward of his actions: He released my mouth and my pussy at the same time, then he lifted his fingers between us, and slowly lifted them to his mouth, licking all the juices I had for him like it was his favorite dessert.

I watched him in astonishment, feeling fuzzy all over again.

“You taste so good, baby girl,” he said. “Next time. I’m tasting you direct from the source. hm?”

My head bobbed up and down, feeling my insides clench at his promise.

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