“God, Bec. You’re pussy’s so hot and wet.” He slid a single finger inside. “And so fucking tight.” He stroked her in a slow, maddening rhythm, driving her wild. “You taste exactly the way I remember…” He slid a second digit in with the first, stretching her, filling her, fucking her to the edge before pulling his fingers free, and she would have protested, but he pressed them against her lips, tracing the contours of her mouth. “So fucking good.”
Her tongue darted out, and like a woman deprived of the sustenance of life, she chased the path of come he’d left for her to follow. God, she needed more. Needed him. His taste on her lips. His cock in her mouth. His pleasure, hers to give.
And selfishly to take.
She spun them, and he grunted when his shoulders hit the wall. She didn’t care. Driven mad by an all-consuming rush of desperate hunger, she dropped to her knees and pressed her nose into the bulge stretching the fabric of his pants.
Fuck, he was so hard she could feel the ridge of his head through the cotton, could feel the blood pulsing, making his dick strain toward her. She reached for him, cupped her hand under his balls, smoothed her fingers up his shaft, reached for the waistband of his joggers, and slowly, she dipped her trembling fingers inside the elastic, pulling his pants down an inch at a time.
Down. Down. Down.
Until the head of his cock was exposed. Big and blunt. Swollen and weeping from the tip.
She kissed it. Parted her lips and licked it. Tasted the saltiness of his pre-ejaculation, and it wasn’t enough. It had never been enough. She devoured his head whole, sucked the end of his cock inside her mouth at the same time she pushed his pants down low on his hips, just enough to give her full access to his erection.
God, the feel of him in her mouth was enough to make her pussy clench so hard she felt the contraction down to her toes. He moaned, deep and low from the back of his throat, and that’s exactly where she wanted him.
In her throat, taking control, fucking her mouth, but first she had to tease him the way he’d teased her. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stroking and squeezing as she sucked him off. Her head and her hand setting up a slow, coordinated rhythm designed to take him to the edge but not over, she felt the restraint he employed to keep his back against the wall and his hips from thrusting.
“Fuck, Becca.” His hands landed on her head, his fingers smoothing over her hair before curling her braid around his fist. “Your mouth is so fucking perfect, baby.”
The praise lit her up inside, just like always, and driven mad by desire, she wanted him to fuck her throat hard enough to leave a permanent imprint of his cock in her esophagus. She took him all the way in, swallowing him down while shoving her nose so deep, she couldn’t breathe.
“Jesus, Bec?—”
Her eyes watering and her pussy pounding, she sucked on him from base to tip, and letting his head pop out, she licked her lips, lifted her chin, and met his burning gaze. “Fuck my mouth, Jay.”
“Baby—”
“Please,” she begged, taking him in hand once more. “I need you to.” She stroked him. Every long, hard inch of his slick cock belonged to her. Not Maya. Her. And she wanted to erase any memory of her sister’s touch, her sister’s mouth, her sister’s cunt, from his body. From his mind. She wanted to be the only one he thought of. The only one he saw. The only one who could give him the release he so desperately needed.
She wrapped her lips around him. Sucked on him hard. Forced his throbbing head to the back of her throat and held him there, begging him without words to use her the way he used to. The way she wanted him to.
His groan filled the limited space between them, and his grip on her hair tightened, sending pinpricks of pain rushing over her scalp a second before he shoved her down on his cock, thrusting himself deeper.
She gagged, and choked, and struggled to breathe.
He pulled free, and she gasped for air. “This what you want, Becca?” He didn’t wait for her response before he pushed between her lips again, thrusting himself to the limit, and hitting the back of her throat the way she liked it. “You want me to fuck your mouth?
He withdrew as quickly as he’d entered, giving her the chance to respond with the one word he needed to hear. “Yes.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, guiding her mouth to the head of his cock and pushing his way inside with enough force to make her see stars.
Yes. Her whole body throbbed, and she braced her hands against his thighs as he took his pleasure with a steady rhythm, his hips thrusting back and forth while he fucked her throat raw, going deeper and deeper with every punishing stroke.
“You’re mine, Becca.” He pulled her head back by the roots of her hair, his hips retreating until the tip of his cock rested between her lips. “Tell me you’re mine and promise you’ll never leave me again.” He rammed back inside so far she’d feel him there for days.
Her eyes watered, her vision blurred, and he withdrew. “Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m yours, Jay.” Heart ripped wide open, she looked up at him from her knees and met his black gaze. “I won’t ever leave you again, I promise.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Jay’s legs damn near gave out at the sight of Becca on her knees, her pretty lips swollen and wet as she looked up at him with those beguiling eyes and promised him forever. Fuck he needed this.
