Page 61 of Wreckage of Me
“Dylan,” she moans. She becomes restless as she tries rubbing her thighs together. I take advantage of her distress and force her legs open by sticking my denim clad thigh in between them.
“He’s going to smell me all over you…” I run my nose up and down her jaw, slowly licking her in places. The more I do it, the more restless she becomes. I fuckin’ love it.
“You won’t be able to wash me off you,” I breathe into her mouth right before I take over her lips. My tongue dives into her, and she is more than happy to oblige.
I am devouring every single spot I can reach, relishing in the taste of her, in the feel of my hands on her body. My mind is a swirl of emotions I am not ready to deal with. I decide to block them all out and deal with the situation at hand.
And speaking of that, Becca surprises me when her hands drop to my jeans, fighting with the top button, then the zipper.
“Underwear?” she eyes me with surprise.
“Laundry was done,” I grin at her right before grabbing her mouth in another scorching kiss.
Without any other thought, I push my jeans and boxers low enough where my cock springs free. The cool air in the room feels weird on my naked skin, but I don’t have long to process it. In one smooth move, I pick Becca up and push her against the door. My fingers find her panties, which I pull to the side, then my cock finally slides home in a very aggressive move.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, the back of her head thumping against the door when she throws herself back.
“Not God,” I manage to grumble even though I feel my legs giving up on me. “You know the rules,” I bring a hand down on her ass, hard, making her whimper. “Say my name.”
“No,” she brings her determined eyes back to mine.
My hand comes down on her ass, harder than before. She winces in pain, but her warm pussy clenches on me harder.
“Say my name.”
I am prepared to spank her ass red until she can’t walk anymore, let alone sit, if she doesn’t do as I ask. And doing it while my cock is buried deep into her pussy delivers a new level of pleasure I didn’t know I needed.
I lean forward and nibble on her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, refusing to let go. She is all into it though as she’s trying to stick her tongue out and lick at my lips.
“Say my name,” I growl again in between tastes of her, the flavor almost intoxicating.
“No,” she responds in kind, her pussy walls clenching around me, the move so powerful, I almost lose it.
A couple of more pumps and I could come. It would be so easy. But nothing about my non relationship with Becca has been easy so far. She was supposed to just be an easy fuck. Good, but easy. However, from the second I slid into her pussy that first time, it’s been game over. I hate her for it.
With one hand under her ass, I bring my other one in between us as I support her up against the wall. I start rubbing her clit in slow circles, moving the pad of my thumb faster and faster the more I feel her clenching.
“Say my name,” I try one more time, even though I know what she’s going to say. It’s a challenge at this point.
“No,” she doesn’t disappoint and screams it in my face.
I pump in and out of her faster and faster, my fingers in between us just pressing hard against her clit. And then, I finally feel it. The way she wraps herself around me, her arms pulling my shoulders closer, her hips having a life of their own, unable to stop the onslaught of sensations bombarding her. I feel the same.
“Dylan,” she finally calls out loud in the empty room, giving me what I want just as she peaks. It seems that’s all I needed to hear because my mind goes completely blank at that, my hips move faster until I am finally there. One… Two… Done…
I am breathing so hard, I can barely hold myself up with Becca’s weight in my hands, leaning against the door.
I feel it in my bones when she is getting ready to push me away, not just physically, but mentally too. And, for reasons unknown, I can’t handle it.
With abrupt moves, I pull out of her, hissing at the cool air hitting my now wet cock. I drop her legs to the floor, then push on her shoulders until she is kneeling in front of me.
“Clean it all up,” I command, not really expecting her to comply. But when she does, it is the sweetest feeling in the world.
Becca gets to work on my cock, sucking it in whole a lot more comfortably now that it’s getting soft. I let out a groan of pleasure when she licks under it, then pays attention to each side after which she sucks it all back in one last time before she lets it out with a loud pop.
I grab her by the fancy ponytail she’s got her hair in and pull her up to her feet.
“Dylan,” she murmurs. Looks like she’s got no trouble saying my name now, I muse, then decide to get back to my asshole ways.
