Page 123 of Rescuing Rebecca
Delirious with desire, with pleasure, with pain, with love, she babbled an incoherent stream of disjointed pleas between thrusts of his tongue, begging him for more, begging him to finish her, begging him to come inside of her.
She felt the sharp pain of her hair being pulled before she realized his hand had gripped her by the roots. “Look at me,” he demanded, thrusting hard, fast, and deep—over and over—his pace unrelenting. “Look. At. Me,” he repeated, his voice raw and ragged.
Arms trembling, she somehow managed to lift her upper body enough to meet his gaze and saw everything she felt down to the marrow of her bones reflected in the depths of his glittering eyes.
“I love you,” he said, slamming home before withdrawing again, and her lashes caught her tears. “You’re mine.” His thrust a punctuation leaving no room for doubt, he continued. “Always and forever, Becca.”
“Yes!” she cried as he shoved himself so hard inside her cunt, his orgasm split her in half, and she detonated into a million fucking pieces, right alongside him.
Holy fuck! His heart about to burst, Jay held onto Becca so tight he had to be crushing her ribs as her pussy pulsed around him and his cock kicked out come, filling her to overflowing.
Sweat beaded along his hairline and burned his eyes, but he didn’t give a shit. His girl in the midst of an earth-shattering orgasm had to be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Sure, he’d masturbated to the memory of her for years, but nothing—nothing—compared to the real deal.
Her lips parted with a soft moan, and he wanted to commit the dick-teasing sound to memory. “Are you okay?” she asked between heaving breaths, and the slight warble in her voice damn near broke him, because he knew where her mind had gone.
“Never better, sweetheart.” His cock still buried to the nuts inside of her, he rolled his hips to make his point.
“Jay—” she lifted her head, their eyes met, and the concern he saw in the depths of hers made him want to fuck her reservations away.
“I promise, there’s no one here but you and me, Bec.” He brushed her hair away from her face, pulled her closer, and planted a solid kiss on her lips. This. The two of them. Perfection. He’d never had a doubt. Never a moment of hesitation or confusion. He’d known which sister was which, then and now. Always had. Always would.
He broke their kiss, and in a fast move, he rolled them over. She squealed, and her hips bucked against his. Oh, yes. He planned to fuck her again. Hard. But first, he needed to taste her. Taste them.
He hooked his arms beneath her legs, lifting her hips and bending her knees as he withdrew in a slow wet slide that had him so desperate for round two, he fucked her with the tip of his head for a couple of strokes before he sat back on his haunches to watch the results of their lovemaking drip from her cunt.
Pink and swollen, her pussy clenched, squeezing out a thick bead of come, and driven by a bottomless hunger so deep he’d never be satisfied, he rolled her hips higher and plunged his face between her legs, going straight for her clit.
She cried out, and he latched on. Sucked hard. Fucked her with his tongue, driving it into her pussy. No finesse. No gentle teasing. He consumed her.
“Yes! Eat me, Jay. Oh God! Oh, my God! That’s so fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He lifted his eyes, watched her chest pant for air between begging outbursts, her tits bounce with her bucking, and her teeth dig into her lip when too far gone to speak—fucking glorious—and all his.
He doubled down, pushed his fingers into her cunt, increasing her pleasure with every deep plunge while he continued to suck on her clit. The way she tasted. The way her thighs squeezed around him. The way she moaned and begged. He needed more.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Fuck. Fuck! Harder. Please.”
Loving the way she begged, he pumped his fingers in a steady rhythm, and the sight of her taking her pleasure brought him to the edge of his own orgasm. “Fuck!” He palmed his cock. Slid his hand up and down. So close. Too close. He squeezed and tugged, his motions matching his probing fingers.
“Oh, shit! I’m gonna come!” She dropped her feet to the mattress, lifting her hips. “Fuck me, Jay. Fill me with your cock.”
All too happy to comply, he planted a hand beside her head, grabbed her by the back of the thigh with the other, and pulling her toward him, he buried himself to the hilt in a fast strike at her pussy.
“Yes!” she cried, and two strokes later she came hard.
Two more strokes and his balls tightened, his jaw clenched, and he plunged so fucking deep, his pelvic bone hit hers as he went over the cliff right behind her. “Holy shit, Becca! Holy fuck!” Mind blown and spirit hovering somewhere outside of himself, his dick took over and pumped her full, his testicles supplying an endless stream of semen.
Jesus Christ! Energy drained, his muscles shook while he attempted to keep his weight from smothering her. In response, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tight while coaxing him closer.
Still in the throes of an orgasm so powerful he couldn’t think straight, he followed her lead, letting his heaving chest come to rest against hers while she kissed his shoulder, his neck, his jaw.
Her breath warm and sweet, she trailed her lips from one side of his face to the other, raining kisses over the fire burning beneath his surface, until she finally reached his lips and banked the inferno.
Her kiss soothed, and with lips so soft, tender, and full of devotion, she showed him the love she held in her heart, and he felt consumed.
Complete and replete.
He kissed her back. Gave her every piece of himself. Because there was no Jay without Becca. No day without night. No oceans without shores. No trees without roots. She was the air he breathed and the gravity keeping him grounded.
