The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)

Love Games

*It gets pretty steamy at the end, just letting you know. Discretion advised hahahah*

I opened the door to the house and ran inside.

"Woahhh hold up, what's the rush?" Victoria giggled.

"Uh nothing, just uh...hungry. For food. Hungry for food" I told her.

Victoria looked confused but laughed it off.

"Well dinner's in 10 minutes. Where's Brooklyn?" she asked.

"Oh he'll be home soon" I told her.

She nodded and walked back into the kitchen.

I ran upstairs and put on a cute cropped white tank top with denim shorts and black boots. I grabbed my phone and ran downstairs just as Brooklyn was opening the door. I slowed down and dodged him, running straight to the dinner table. 

"Brooklyn you're late!" David yelled.

"Come sit down" Victoria added. 

Brooklyn walked in slowly. He was upset. God I felt so bad. I just didn't think I could actually trust him. And I hated myself for it. He sat opposite me as Victoria started to hand out the plates of food.

"So How was everyone's day? Mandy, Brooklyn; how was the theme park?" David asked.

"Oh it was great. Brooklyn wouldn't stop taking me on the scariest rides though" I laughed.

"Yeah he tends to do that!" chuckled David.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Buster?" Victoria asked.

He shrugged.

"Look at your mum, son" David told him.

"It was fun" Brooklyn answered quietly. 

I looked at Victoria and David. They gave me a questioning look and I waved my hand like it didn't matter. 

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After dinner, I ran upstairs to find Brooklyn in my room. 

"Brooklyn?"

"Mandy... I'm sorry for before" he started.

"No no. I ran off. I'm sorry" I told him.

At that moment I shut the door and locked it.

"Why are you locking it?" he asked me.

"Just because" I answered.

I walked over to him and started to kiss him. Passionately moving my tongue inside his mouth. I started to slip his jeans down his legs. He gave in, kicking off his shoes and allowing me to continue to slide them off. I knelt in front of him before he could stop me, and as I finished removing them, I chanced a quick look up. He was staring down at me with such a look of lust and want, it almost made me rock back on my heels.His dark grey boxer-briefs were molded to his body as if they were made to be there. I could see his excitement underneath and my fingertips gently teased, fluttering and massaging him through the fabric. His hands wound in my hair and I pressed my face against him, feathering kisses on him, running my nails up the insides of his thighs.

I looked up at him, running my hands up along his bottom, grasping the back of his boxers firmly.

"You sure about that?" Before I had a chance to answer, I pulled them completely down, grasped him in my hand, and took him into my mouth . . . fully.

"Oh, God, Mandy . . . Jesus," he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair, reflexively bringing him deeper into me.

Hearing that gorgeous voice, that unfettered British accent — oh my God. I let him fill me, feeling the hardness of him at the back of my throat, and I inwardly smiled. This was exactly where I wanted him. He was perfect and huge and smooth and rock hard.

"Mandy, what are you doing to me?" He moaned quietly, tracing his fingers lovingly around my face.

And in a voice that would have made a porn star proud, I answered back naughtily, "Sucking your cock." I even shocked myself a little. There was silence. Brooklyn stopped moving—fingers stopped, hands stopped, his hips even stopped rocking.

I closed my eyes in embarrassment. Oh, God, why did you say that? Too soon, Mandy! Ugh fuck.

Which is why I was so surprised when I suddenly landed on the bed with such force that pillows were thrown all over the room.

Brooklyn had picked me up, thrown me on the bed, and was now attacking me vigorously. My pants were yanked down and tossed aside. All that was left between this hot Brit and me was a tiny pair of black lace panties— I  spoke too soon. He tore, like actually tore, my panties from my body, leaving me naked and in shock. Who knew the word cock would do all this? I'll have to remember that. 

He grabbed my bra and tossed it aside. He grabbed my waist and bent down low. Low enough to be at my entrance. He lowered his head and gave me the most amazing feeling. 

"Fuck Brooklyn" I cried in happiness.

"Shhh babe. People will hear us" he told me.

I smirked while biting my lips. 

He stopped while I caught my breath. I grabbed him and pulled him up, sitting him on the bed.

"You know what I have seen people do? Role play" Brooklyn told me.

"What? Did you see that in those porn movies you watch or..?" I laughed.

"Shutup" he told me.

I shoved him on the bed and crawled on top of him. Putting my breasts basically in his face, whilst rubbing his dick fast.

"Fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna..!" Brooklyn screamed.

He caught his breath and started to kiss my neck.

"I love you too" I whispered to him.

"I love you most" he answered.

"Prove it" 

"Get ready, babe" he responded.