Page 75 of Fake Out Hearts

Theo

Becca gasps, but her eyes ripple with desire. “Please, Theo,” she whispers, and her words travel right to my cock like it’s a lightning rod. She has no idea the effect she has on me, the way she drives me insane. I can’t put my finger on what exactly it is about her, but she’s woken something in me that I haven’t felt in years—something I swore I’d lost.

It makes me want her even more. Makes me want to see her fall apart for me.

“I think you can do better than that.” When she doesn’t answer, I prod her with my cock, pushing another gasp out of her. “I said beg.”

Becca pushes herself up onto her elbows to look me in the eye. There’s a hunger, a fire there, that I don’t think I’ve seen from her before. “Please, Theo, fuck me.” It’s a command as much as a pleading. This is another side of her I haven’t seen, but it’s fucking hot. “I want your cock so badly,” she continues and wraps her legs around my waist to prove her point. It’s not enough pressure to pull me into her yet, which is good, because I’m not ready. Not so fast.

“Good girl. That’s more like it. Keep going.”

She chews her lip and smiles devilishly while she thinks. “I want you to fuck me like I’m really yours,” she says, and it makes me freeze. I’m hanging on her every word like my life depends on it, and I can’t wait to hear what she comes up with next. “I want you to fuck me like I’m your wife.”

“Fuck,” I murmur, and almost fall into her from shock. I wasn’t expecting her to go there, but she keeps finding new ways to amaze me. And hearing her call herself my wife like that gets me so turned on I can barely stand it. I’m losing my mind with her, but I’m still in control of myself—for now. “I love hearing how badly you want me. Need me.”

She nods eagerly. “I need you more than you know,” she says and kisses me hungrily, letting it say everything else her words can’t. Her tongue collides with mine, and for a second, I lose myself in it. The primal part of me takes over, and my hands reach behind her to cradle her head in mine. I take a handful of her beautiful hair to hold her in place, matching her passion, and she moans into my mouth.

We part, and she breathes heavily while she stares into my eyes. We’re so close that our noses graze each other, and I watch her swallow hard. Arousal flares in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me to pieces,” she says with a desperate, haunting look, and that’s all it takes to burn away the last shred of control I’m clinging to.

I push her legs up and quickly drop my face between them to bury it in her, but she lets out a noise that sounds more frustrated than aroused. Clearly, this isn’t what she was begging for, but I’ll make sure she enjoys it anyway.

I smirk up at her from between her legs, her perfect face framed between her equally perfect breasts. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you—especially since you did such a great job begging for it—but first I need to taste you again,” I say and steal a quick lick of her wetness. That makes her jolt and gasp, and herhead lolls to the side. “That hint of you I got from my fingertips wasn’t anywhere near enough. I need more.”

Without warning, I spread her open and lap at her, taking deep, hungry passes at her folds and entrance. She’s already so turned on that she’s absolutely soaked, and I can’t wait to feel how amazing it’ll be to slide my cock into that welcoming wetness, but that’s all the more reason to turn up the intensity. She arches beneath me, pushing herself against my tongue like she can’t get enough.

After a few seconds of eating her like this, her head falls back against the mattress, and she starts groaning and muttering words I can’t make out. So much for her disappointment, but all I need to know is how much she’s enjoying it. How good I’m making her feel. “That’s it, that’s my good girl,” I mutter into her pussy. “Tell me how fucking good it feels to be eaten out by your husband.”

Her legs shake a little at my words, and she lifts them up to rest on my back, giving me fuller access to all of her.

“So good,” she breathes. “So… oh god, Theo. It feels…”

She slips her hand between her legs to reach for her clit, but I catch her by the wrist and pin her arm against the mattress. The only person making her come tonight is going to be me. That job is mine and mine alone.

But since I feel like I’m fucking starving for more of her, I take her lead and move up to her clit to breathe softly on it. She whimpers as her entire body writhes, and I beam at the way even the slightest touch from me makes her come alive. I bet no one has ever made her feel this good before, has never taken their time and dedicated themselves to her pleasure like I am right now.

It’s what she deserves, and it’s what she’ll get from me for as long as she wants it.

I spit on her clit to get it wetter, and she jumps. When I drag my tongue across it, she shudders and writhes beneath me like an earthquake is raging through her.

Good. I want her dancing on a knife’s edge and begging to teeter over it before I let her finish. I want her to feel as turned on as I’ve been feeling for the last few weeks, and then I want to give her the best release she’s ever had. That she’ll ever have.

I force my tongue into her and pull it back out, fucking her with it, and her writhing intensifies. Her hands snap to my head, and she digs her nails into my scalp, but that only encourages me. Seeing her squirm is one thing, but I have an insatiable hunger for her sounds of pleasure. So I push my tongue as far as I can inside her, opening her up for me, and she lets out a deep groan that makes my cock swell.

“You feel so fucking good,” she says breathlessly, and that’s exactly what I want to hear. Her legs are trembling, and her grip on my head tightens when I pull my tongue out of her to lap at her enflamed clit.

“That’s the kind of treatment my wife deserves,” I mutter back, still flicking my tongue against her clit. Each time my tongue touches it, she moans and tosses her head. “I want you to come on my face. Can you do that for me?”

“Oh, god,” she cries out, then bites her fist to keep from screaming, which tells me everything I need to know.

I doubt she could hold back the sensations brewing inside her now even if she wanted to. When I fuck her again with my tongue, she inhales sharply and her body tenses briefly before she trembles and shakes. She comes in waves, coating my tongue and chin in her arousal. I lap it all up, still devouring her and working her through it.

Becca shudders from the aftershocks, struggling to catch her breath. Part of me wants to stay down here and eat her all fucking night long. I want to make her scream until she’sso sensitive she’s begging me to stop, but I’m so hard and so desperate to be inside her that I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel her around me, need to see the look on her face when I fill her up.

I kiss my way up the insides of her thighs, alternating between them. She jumps and whimpers each time my lips graze her soft, tender skin. I keep going all the way up her exposed body, planting feather soft touches along her ribs and breasts until my face reaches hers. I hover over her, staring into her simmering eyes. My hips rest between her legs, my cock against her folds.

When our eyes meet, something passes between us. A current, a spark. Our breathing is heavy but in sync, and I feel Becca’s heartbeat pulsing when I rest my forehead against hers. We’re right up against the line again, but this time I have no doubt we’re going to cross it. And I don’t know or care what will happen after we do because I’m so damn ready to do it. I’ve been ready for weeks, and I can’t take the tension anymore.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, and she nods eagerly.

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