Page 122 of Rescuing Rebecca
Oh, fuck, his hand slid inside the boxers she wore, and the heat of his palm against her skin blanked her mind as he squeezed her butt cheek. “I can hear you thinking, sweetheart.” Laced with gravel, his voice sent a pulse of desire straight to her clit. “Want to tell me what’s bothering you?”
He didn’t mean physically, but right now, she couldn’t think beyond the sensations in her body and her desperate need to be fucked by him. “I’m fine.”
He huffed his disbelief, but to her immense relief and mounting frustration, he slid his fingers down the crack of her ass so slowly she wanted to rip off his briefs and impale herself on his dick just to ease the pressure building in her core.
“Yes,” she moaned, shoving her ass into his hand when he reached her heat.
“God, you’re so fucking wet, Bec.” He palmed her cheek and pulled her buttocks wide to trail a single digit through her slick folds. “Is all of this for me?” He added another finger pressing them in deeper, circling around her clit while she dry humped his leg, begging him for more without using any words.
“Yes.”
“Good. Lose the underwear. I want you to slide on top of me and spread your legs so I can play with your pussy.”
All too eager to participate in his plans, she shifted her weight, tossed off the bedcovers, and shimmied out of her boxers before throwing her leg over his to straddle his hips. Then knees bent, she spread her thighs, offering him easy access to her desperate cunt. And fuck! He didn’t hesitate.
Arm wrapped back around her waist, he pulled her higher on his chest before his fingers returned to explore her from behind, touching, teasing, smearing her juices everywhere he could reach with slow, languid strokes.
Already close to coming, she bucked when he switched tactics and slid two fingers all the way to the knuckles inside of her. “God, yes,” she moaned, pushing up onto her hands and arching her back, encouraging him to go deeper by rocking her hips to meet his gentle thrusts. “That feels so good.”
He fingered her with a deliberate rhythm designed to drive her mad, each in and out a promise of more to come that had her writhing in need. Then his free hand lifted to cup her breast, and she had her first coherent thought brought on by concern for something other than how good he made her pussy feel.
“Jay, your shoulder.”
“It’s fine, baby. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.” He pinched her hard nipple through the fabric of her shirt, applying just the right amount of pressure. “Show me your tits.”
Unable to wait, he pulled down one side of the elastic, squeezing her exposed breast while she yanked on the other until both nipples hovered an inch over his face. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, lifting his chin and sucking the tight bud he’d been playing with into his hot mouth.
More.
The only word she could tease free from the jumble of thoughts inside her head, she spread her knees wider, and lowering onto her elbows, she shoved her breast toward his mouth. And because he knew what she wanted, he gave it to her without complaint, nursing, sucking, biting on her nipple and then soothing with his tongue while he fingered her pussy.
All of it together, the sensations, the sounds, the hard sucking pulls bordering on pain brought her too close to the edge. “Oh God! I need your cock, Jay. I need you inside of me.”
She reached her hand between them, pulling the elastic of his briefs over his dick, liberating his throbbing cock from his boxers, and holy fuck, she couldn’t wait. He pulled his fingers free, and she slammed her soaked cunt against his blunt head, burying him so deep inside of her, she felt like he’d come home.
“Yes!” they cried out together, her nipple slipping free of his teeth.
He grabbed her by the ass as his hips bucked up to meet hers. “Fuck me, Becca. Take what you need and ride my cock till you come.”
“I want you to come first,” she panted as she sat up tall, lifting from her knees to slide her pussy along his length.
Then she dropped her weight, slamming back down, her flesh meeting his with a meaty smack. Fuck she loved the sound. Loved hearing him moan her name. Loved the way he held onto her—supporting her, directing her, encouraging her to take her pleasure.
With a slow, teasing rhythm, she bounced up and down, toying with him the way he had with her, bringing him closer to the edge with each deep slide in and out. On and on. The heat, the friction, the way her arousal coated his dick and wet her thighs, drove her wild.
He palmed her breasts, squeezing her flesh before pinching her nipples, and holy fuck, she felt the sting of pleasure all the way to her toes. She was a sopping mess. So fucking wet, she could hear the sucking push and pull of each stroke.
Christ, she wanted more. Needed more. She bent over. Braced one hand beside his head while she slid the other between them, her fingers going straight to her clit as she circled them over her sensitive bud.
He took advantage of her new position, taking her nipple back into his mouth and latching on with a level of enthusiasm that made her see stars. Pleasure and pain coalesced between her legs. Her core clenched, and at risk of coming too soon, she begged, “Fuck me, Jay. Fill my pussy with your hot come.”
His arms clamped around her waist, holding her in place as he took over, his hips rocking so hard and fast, she had to brace herself with both hands. “Yes! Yes!” His pelvis slammed against her core, again and again. His dick hammering in and out, hitting the perfect spot with each driving thrust.
Her breast popped free of his mouth, and grabbing her head with both hands, he tangled his fingers in her hair and dragged her lips to his, claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue owned her. Fucked her. Matched the fervor of his pumping hips.
Oh God! She couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t hear past the thundering of her heart. Her entire universe existed inside of one man. His cock throbbed, and she could feel him, feel how much he wanted to let go, and how much he held back. “Give me your come,” she panted, her teeth grazing against his lips as she tried to get some air. “I want it. I need it. Yes! Fuck?—”
He grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed her back to meet each forward thrust, the smacking echo of their flesh adding to the overwhelming sensations driving her toward the cliff’s ragged edge. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna come. Please, Jay! Come with me.”
