LLucy’s Revenge(Divine Creek Ranch 15)(51)

Beck tilted his head and looked at her for the briefest second with consternation. “You know I do, Lucy. Look at me. Nothing has changed.”

Lucy nodded, and seemed to understand what he was saying. She pulled him to her until he settled in the cradle of her hips and her arms and legs were entwined around him.

He lavished her lips with kisses as he flexed against her, sliding his cock against her wet cunt. “You sure? You might be sore in the morning.”

“I don’t mind. I want you both. I want this. Want our ménage. Please fuck me, Beck.”

Beck buried his lips against her throat as he thrust, burying his cock deep inside her and wringing a gasp from her. He groaned deep and paused, probably gathering his self-control like Patrick had been forced to do.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” His voice was a shaky whisper. “God. I’m a fool.”

He braced his knees beneath her buttocks and tilted her hips up as he bent over her and pressed her back against the pillows, pinning her to the bed. He wrapped his arms around her hips and thrust repeatedly. Evidently, she liked being pinned that way because it took less than a minute for her to reach a point of crisis, crying out and begging as she tightened her arms and legs around him. She moved in a sensual dance with him until another cry was torn from her lips, her back bowed in climax, as she wailed, “Fuck me, Beck! Harder!”

Beck obliged, each stroke pounding his long shaft into her cunt until she tensed and came again, even harder judging by her scream. Rearing up on his knees again, Beck grasped her hips and set up a rapid thrusting rhythm, every muscle in his body standing out as his own release struck and he finally stilled, kneeling between her legs.

A troubled look crossed his face when he opened his eyes and looked down at her gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed. She was half-buried under the pillows from his vigorous thrusting. He moved a pillow off of her and whispered, “I’m sorry, angel. Did I hurt you?”

“Huh?” she asked, her voice muffled.

His tone was so tender, it took Patrick by surprise. It seemed to surprise Beck, too, and he frowned as he looked at where they were joined and placed a gentle hand on her mound. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. I was pretty rough. Sorry.”

She grasped his forearm to stop him from pulling away from her as she tightened her legs around him.

“Why are you apologizing?” She reached for Patrick, too. “Both of you were magnificent. Don’t apologize. This was what I wanted.” A knot of worry inside Patrick loosened at her confident, pleased tone. “I’ve never come that hard in my life before. Never. It was even better than I’d fantasized about.”

Beck grinned, looking bleary-eyed as he finally pulled out and lay down beside her. “Good, because that was pretty fucking amazing. You’ve got heaven on earth between those sweet little pussy lips of yours.” He gently squeezed her breasts as he pulled her to him so her back was to his chest and snuggled close with his nose in her hair. She giggled and rolled her eyes when Patrick chuckled.

“Beck, you certainly do have a way with words,” she said with a chuckle.

“I know what I like, sugar tits.”

Without warning, Lucy reached behind her and Beck bellowed in alarm. “Ow! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Won’t happen again, Lucy!” She nodded and released her obvious hold on his short hairs and he groused. “Damn it all to fuck, woman! Shit!” But even his alarm was tempered by good humor. “You were serious, huh?”

He rolled his lower lip out and pouted when she turned to look up at him, her eyes flashing. She suppressed a giggle as she shook her finger at him and adopted a serious tone. “You and I are having us a come-to-Jesus meeting one of these days, Beck O’Malley. Call me that again and next time I may rip a few hairs out instead of just latch onto them.”

His eyes were twinkling, even as he frowned at her again and grasped his family jewels gingerly. “You wouldn’t!”

A gigglesnort escaped her as she pointed her finger at him. “I would!”

He pretended to bite at her fingertip and instead kissed her shoulder. “Sorry, it slipped out. Honest.”

“Honest, my ass,” she quipped as she turned back on her side to face Patrick, who was arranging pillows and about to lie down again.

Beck growled playfully. “I don’t know about honest, but this ass is definitely noteworthy. And I don’t see any dimples. At all. Do you, Patrick?”

Lucy’s lips formed a perfect “o” and her cheeks went bright pink as Patrick and Beck surveyed her sweet, heart-shaped ass. “You’re right, Beck. Luscious. Perky. Not a dimple in sight.” He patted her ass as she covered her face with her hands and giggled. “Stop worrying, little tiger, that scrumptious ass is perfect. Rest now, because I doubt the night is over.”