Page 91 of Wicked Nasty

I trail kisses down Becca’s chest, taking her pert nipple into my mouth. She moans as my fingers glide down her body, finding her wet already.

I pause, looking up at Becca's face. Her eyes are closed, lips parted slightly. I want to make sure she's fully present in this moment with me, not lost in the trauma of the day.

"Becs," I whisper. "Look at me."

Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine. The vulnerability I see there takes my breath away.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly. "We can stop anytime."

She shakes her head. "Don't stop," she breathes. "Please."

My fingers circle her clit as I kiss my way back up her body. When our lips meet again, I can taste the salt of her tears.

"I've got you," I murmur against her mouth. "I love you."

"I love you too," she gasps as I slide a finger inside her.

I add another finger, curling them inside her as my thumb continues to circle her clit. Becca's hips buck against my hand, her breathing growing ragged. I can feel her getting close.

"Danny," she moans. "Please..."

I lower my head, eagerly taking one of her soft, rosy nipples into my mouth as I thrust my fingers deeper inside of her. Becca's sweet moans and mewls fill the air, urging me to continue. I relish in the taste and feel of her skin against my lips.

Her body arches towards mine, a symphony of desire and surrender.

Becca comes undone, and it’s fucking gorgeous.

My lips trail down her body, following the gentle curves and dips with soft kisses. As I spread her legs, my mouth hovers above her, teasing and taunting as I inch closer towards my destination. The heat radiating from her skin only intensifies the desire building within me. Finally, my lips reach their target and I eagerly press them against her, savoring every sensation and taste.

My tongue finds her sensitive bud, circling and flicking as Becca's hips buck against my face. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer as breathy moans escape her lips. I lose myself in her taste, her scent, the way her body trembles beneath my touch.

"Oh god, Danny," she gasps. "Don't stop..."

I have no intention of stopping. I slide two fingers inside her again, curling them as I continue to work her with my tongue. Becca's thighs begin to shake, her back arching off the bed.

I can feel Becca's body tensing, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as she gets closer to the edge. Her moans grow louder, more desperate. I increase the pressure of my tongue against her clit, moving in quick, tight circles.

"Danny!" she cries out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her.

I don't let up, working her through the waves of pleasure until she collapses back onto the mattress, panting heavily. I place soft kisses on her inner thighs as she comes down from her high.

When I move back up her body, Becca pulls me in for a deep, passionate kiss. I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. Our bodies pressed together intimately.

"I need you," she whispers against my lips. "Please, Danny. I want to feel you inside me."

I nod, positioning myself between her legs. Our eyes lock as I slowly push into her, both of us gasping at the sensation. Becca wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

"God, you feel amazing," I breathe, overwhelmed by the tight, wet heat enveloping me.

We start to move together, finding a rhythm that builds steadily. Becca's nails dig into my back as I thrust into her, our bodies sliding against each other. The room fills with the sound of our mingled breaths and soft moans.

I can feel the tension coiling in my body, my release approaching. But I want Becca to come again first. I slip a hand between us, my fingers finding her sensitive clit.

"Come for me, baby," I urge, circling the swollen bud. “Be a good girl and come for me, butterfly.”

Becca's eyes lock with mine, blazing with desire. Her breath comes in short gasps as I continue to thrust into her, my fingers working her sensitive bud.

"Danny," she moans, her voice thick with need. "Oh god, I'm so close..."

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