It’s the fact that I get to see sweetheart Becca shed her inhibitions and allow herself to be as dirty as she wants to be in bed.
It’s the fact that she makes me feel happy in a way that I haven’t felt in a long time.
I’ve gotten the pleasure of seeing Becca come three times, and I feel like the luckiest motherfucker on the planet. But that’s not enough though. Right now, I want to blow her mind.
I slide off my boxers and reach down to the floor for my jeans. I fish out my wallet from my pocket and pull out a condom.
Those gorgeous blue eyes sparkle. Her grin grows wide.
“See something you like?” I tease.
“Oh yeah. You’re really, really big. And thick.”
“Am I?”
She nods quickly. “That’s, like, the perfect combination.”
I chuckle, letting myself relish the ego boost from her compliment. “I guess we’ll find out.”
Smiling, I start to rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth, but Becca reaches up to stop. “Wait.”
I immediately still. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just…” She licks her lips and directs her gaze to my cock. “I want to taste you first.”
I have to take a second to steady myself. Just the thought of Becca’s sweet mouth and tongue working me over sounds like heaven. But it can’t happen.
“Believe me, I want that. So bad,” I tell her. “But I won’t last long if you do that. And I need to be inside of you. I need to make you come again.”
She lets out a shuddery breath, and her smile takes on a smug edge, like she’s just now realizing how much power she holds over me when I’m around her.
“Just one taste? Please?” she asks, her tone and smile coy.
My head falls back as I groan. There’s not a chance in hell that I’ll be able to say no to her.
“Fuck yes,” I growl. She quickly sits up, her perfect little tits bouncing with the movement. My dick aches even more.
She leans down and glides that soft, wet tongue up and down my shaft. Heat and pleasure rocket from my balls to my dick. I have to bite down as hard as I can to keep from howling, she feels so fucking good.
When she starts to work her mouth up and down my length again, I thread my fingers through her hair and stop her.
“Becca. Your tongue…that feels…I won’t last,” I grunt.
She pulls away, her smile on the edge of mischievous. “I only wanted a taste.”
My legs are twitching as she falls back on the bed. A fire ignites inside of me, and I grab her by the thighs and move her so she’s flush with my body. I slide on the condom and line myself up with her perfect pussy, which is still wet.
I slide in and pause, savoring just how fucking good she feels.
Becca’s gaze turns dazed once more. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her legs start to shake. “Oh my god,” she whispers. “Gage, you feel so, so good.”
“How does this feel?” I grunt as I lean forward, deepening the angle between us and slowly glide in and out of her.
She doesn’t speak right away; all she does is gasp. After a few minutes I grab her vibrator, turn it on, and hold it against her clit. Her eyes fly open, and her jaw drops. She fists the bedsheets until her knuckles turn white.
“Tell me how this feels.”
She starts to shake her head. “This isn’t possible.”
