Free CHERISH by Dani Wyatt Page B

stars. Out there in the universe where there is no time, no measure of things in this world. I love you in a way that no one else on this earth can. Not in this life and not after.”
    His face hovers above mine. His lips part. His tongue comes out to taste mine as he presses up and inside of me, every muscle in his torso like stone as he brings every inch of himself into my body. Until I’m stretched and full, and the pain is as beautiful and pleasurable as him.
    “God, more .” I try to raise myself and arch into him but his body is in control. He is in control, just as he's always in control. He draws back and pushes home faster. Harder. His lips are on mine, stealing away the moan from my lips, wrenching it from my chest as my heart strains to beat fast enough.
    Our tongues entwine as he grinds down into me. Flesh slaps, then he slows, gently moving the hard plane of his body against me. One of his hands reaches down and he raises his body slightly.
    A tremor engulfs me as his fingertips reach between us and he parts my outer lips, splaying my pussy open. Beck presses his body down to keep me spread wide, my clit firm against his hard flesh.
    He moves down onto his elbows, keeping one hand behind my head, taking control and pulling me to the side as his mouth traces kisses and licks down from my ear, traversing my neck like a seductive snake as he moves his hips in graceful motion.
    “You’re my beautiful little girl.”
    My body consumes his length again and again as he thrusts onto me and into me. My legs spread wider until my hips ache. I want him deeper, deeper. I want every inch of him until he tears at me, morphing the pain into stunning pleasure that leaves me melted under him.
    “God, babe, the noises you make . . . you’re going to make me cum just listening to you,” He whispers and I can hear the smile in his voice.
    He's right. The noises I'm making, the moans of pleasure, they're coming from places inside me I didn’t even know existed.
    His body blankets me. Claims me from head to toe. I begin to quake as he presses down, in and out, back and forth, until I’ve flown beyond this world to somewhere higher. Shaking and cumming. He moves faster and faster, rising up over me, gripping my legs behind the knees, pulling me high and wide as his face turns into a primal grimace.
    The orgasm hits me like soft punches from sensual velvet fists, driving the air from my lungs. My body hurts as Beckett growls and buries himself as deep as he’s ever gone, his cock thick and forceful as his fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my legs. I’m completely at his mercy.
    I am immersed in the view of his magnificence. He dwarfs me in his masculinity and his power. The scars on his face become something more, something stunningly beautiful.
    “God, babe, so fucking good—” His hips churn forward and back, his face tight, eyes focused on me.
    “I want your cum.” I breathe the words, not even a whisper, but he still hears me and I know that it will push him over the edge.
    “It’s all yours, babe. Every drop is going into that sweet pussy of yours. So spread those lips because my cock is ready to come home.”
    He draws his hands up my calves, pulling my legs even wider and as his cock thickens, I feel the tearing. He slams so hard into me that my arms shoot out to grab handfuls of bedding to steady myself.
    With a roar, he seats himself as deep as my body can take. The last slam of his hips against my open, swollen pussy is enough to push me into one more wave of orgasm, leaving us both panting and covered in sweat.
    His cock explodes. I feel the rush of his sticky, hot cum. Feeling him gush inside me is as close to heaven as I have been.
    A few labored breaths and he focuses those breathtaking eyes back on me, breaking into his signature post-sex smile.
    “That is world class pussy, babe. How do you make it better every time?” He chuckles as he softly moves my legs back down with a gentle caress before he