Page 32 of Wreckage of Me
My hand moves to the front of her, dipping into the rip in her pants that’s right in between her legs, pulling hard to make the opening wider.
“Is this how wet you get for your Number One, too?”
I run the tips of my fingers up and down the edge of her sensible underwear. It feels like it’s just plain old cotton panties. Just right so I can feel her heat through the material.
“Does he tease you like this?”
Becca moves her hips in distress. I know what she wants, but I’m not ready to give it to her just yet. My hand on her hip clenches, preventing her from moving around in my lap, not sure that my dick can take much more of this.
“Just do it already,” she snaps at me when she realizes that I’m not going to make things easy on her.
“Nah,” I drag the tips of my fingers slower yet over her mound, then stick them just barely underneath the material through her leg opening. “I don’t think I’m gonna just yet…”
“Bastard,” she mutters in distress.
“Bitch,” I respond just before sinking my teeth into her fleshy breast. She whimpers and bring her hands to my head, pulling on my hair so hard, I see stars for a second. So I bite harder. She pulls harder, all while grinding herself more forcefully on my dick.
“Asshole…”
She sounds like she’s out of breath now, her hips moving a little faster, her hands a little tighter in my hair.
I am so hard at this point, it’s like all the blood inside my body has pooled down to my dick. I got two options here, and regardless of which one I pick, it’s got to happen in the next thirty seconds or less.
One would be me coming inside my jeans. It hasn’t happened to me since I was in high school, and the embarrassment of it made me swear to myself that I’d never allow for it to happen again.
Another option would be to undo my jeans, take my cock out and slide it into Becca’s sweet pussy. It misses her pussy so much.Imiss her pussy just as much.
The decision is taken out of my hands when Becca unclenches her fingers from my hair, then pushes me back. The momentum propels me into the seat, and I let the back of my head rest against it as I watch Becca frantically working the button and zipper of my jeans.
“You’re such a conceited asshole,” she snorts out when my cock springs free out of my jeans and she realizes that I have no underwear on. It was on purpose that I chose to come commando, hoping for this exact scenario when I set out looking for her.
“Only for you, babe,” I mutter, surprising us both.
I haven’t had sex with anyone else since that first time I had sex with Becca. And I haven’t seen Becca in six months, since I tricked her into leaving with her tail between her legs.
Not fucking anyone else has not been a conscious thought. Or maybe it was. I don’t fuckin’ know. All I know is that I had Becca on the brain, and I didn’t feel any desire to just go and slide my cock into just anyone.
I am taken by surprise when she lifts herself up on her knees for a second, and I wonder what the hell she’s doing. It’s definitely in the opposite direction of where my dick is.
My hands go to her hips to stop her when I notice her right hand going in between her legs. She pulls on the material of her scrubs until the hole I put in them earlier lets up a bit more, then slides her panties to the side.
Without giving me time to enjoy the view or prepare myself for what’s to come, she positions herself over my cock as she grabs the base with her left hand until the tip is at her opening. In one smooth move, she just drops on me, taking me all the way in.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” is all I can say.
None of what’s happening is registering in my head anymore. I have no idea where we are, I forget about all the constant shit I got in my life. All I care about is this woman and how she feels around me.
“Dylan,” she whispers in my ear when she drops forward and wraps her arms around my neck. “You feel so good,” she licks at my earlobe right before she sinks her sharp little teeth in it.
My hips piston up when she continues, licking, kissing, then sucking at my neck.
I push her off me to put some space between us. “I want your tits in my face.”
Becca is more than happy to accommodate me when she pulls at my hair, bringing my mouth to her breasts.
“Yes,” she moans out load and clenches her tight pussy around me harder. “Suck my nipples,” she commands, and like I have no brain cells left, my mouth automatically goes to one nipple, then the other, sucking and nipping, putting her breasts together and squeezing tight.
“Are you there yet?” I ask when I take a second to catch my breath. My balls feel tight and there’s this volcano like sensation in my dick, ready to erupt. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it back for. Six months free of fucking are finally coming to a head. Pun intended.
