She lets out a whimper and my dick throbs. Fucking hell, that sound. Such a sweet and hot sound, like she can barely handle the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Gage, I’m gonna come.” She sinks her teeth into my shoulder. The sharp pain makes my dick jolt again.
“Come for me, baby. I’m gonna make you come over and over tonight.”
Becca convulses against me as her orgasm hits. Her scream ricochets against my bathroom walls. She’s so loud that I’m certain my neighbors can hear, and I don’t care. Her pleasure is the only thing I care about in this moment. She’s the only thing that matters.
She’s clawing and biting at me, and it feels so fucking good. So primal. So carnal. So opposite of the sweet and angelic woman she is, and that’s what I love most about seeing her come for me. Yeah, it’s an insanely hot feeling and seeing her beautiful body writhe as a result of my touch, but it’s also the fact that someone so wholesome and good becomes so damn filthy with me.
She aims a pleasure-drunk smile at me. “How are you so good with your hands? And your mouth? And your…”
She palms my rock-hard dick in her hand. I hum at how heavenly her wet, warm, silky hands feel on me.
“I took a class.”
She bursts out laughing and pats my chest. She starts to glide her hand up and down my shaft. “Now it’s your turn.”
Wrapping my hand gently around her wrist, I pull her hand away. I quickly shampoo my hair and wash myself. “Not quite. If you do that, I’ll blow, and that’s not in line with what I have planned for the rest of tonight.”
She grins, tracing her finger through the suds dotting my chest and stomach. “What do you have planned?”
I shut off the water and grab a towel. “Let me show you.”
We dry off and head to my bedroom.
“Lie on my bed and spread your legs,” I tell her.
Her lips part as she looks at me. She looks intrigued and turned on all at once.
A giddy smile pulls at her lips as she lowers herself onto the bed. I walk to the end of the bed and stand in front of her, drinking her in with my gaze.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Becca.” I give my dick a rough stroke, then pull my hand away.
Her gaze focuses between my legs, and she licks her lips. “You sure I can’t help you with that?”
“Not yet. Show me how you touch yourself.”
Her mouth parts open again, wider this time, like she’s surprised at what I’ve asked her.
“You want to watch me touch myself in front of you?”
I nod. “I’ve been fantasizing about it long enough. I’m dying to see those beautiful hands get yourself off.”
Her face and chest flush bright red. My dick pulses.
“Okay,” she says.
When she licks the tips of her fingers, my eyes go wide. It’s a movement that’s as sweet as it is naughty. That perfect pink tongue sliding over those delicate, soft fingers…
The surge of arousal inside of me is so strong that I fall forward. I brace my hands along the edge of the bed. “Fuck, Becca. You haven’t even started, and you’re already getting me so hot.”
That pouty mouth curves upward. So sweet and so smug.
She touches the pads of her fingers to her clit, moving in slow circles. Her eyebrows crash together, and her chest heaves up and down. “I usually need to warm up more, but I’m already so turned on by you.”
I lower my face closer to her pussy, mesmerized.
“Look at how fucking wet you are, baby,” I growl. Her fingers swirl faster and faster as she nods.
