Page 62 of Claiming Becca

She takes a deep breath and smiles. “I was telling the girls the other day at Caroline’s how much I love that you accept me exactly as I am.” I arch an eyebrow. Leaning down, I put my arms under her ass and lift her. Turning, I sit on the couch, adjusting her so she’s straddling me.

“You were talking about me?” I ask her as I run my fingers over her exposed midriff.

She settles in and smirks down at me. “I was.”

I hum as I trace circles around her navel. Her hips buck against mine, her eyes widening when she feels my hardness. I need to talk to her, but now my mind is drifting toward how to get us naked in the next three minutes. She leans down, placing her forehead against mine, and bucks her hips against mine again. It seems like her mind is going in the same direction. I groan when she bucks against me again.

My hands travel under her crop top and cup her breasts, which are covered in a sports bra. She sucks in a breath and bucks against me again. I grab her top and pull it over her head. My eyes travel over her, from her hair to her flat stomach. She’s so beautiful, and I will never get enough. Leaning up, I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me. Kissing her, I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and bite it gently.

She gasps, closing her eyes, when I do it again, wrapping her arms around my neck and rubbing her pussy against my dick. “Fuck, Shortcake! I love coming home to you,” I whisper against her mouth. She bucks against me again, letting out the whine I love.

I push her off my lap, and she stares at me in confusion. “Take your clothes off,” I demand. I unbutton my pants and push them over my hips, kicking them off as I watch her take her sports bra off first.

“Fuck!” I groan as her pink nipples come into focus. I take my cock out of my boxers and stroke it as she pushes her leggings down her hip. She’s standing in front of me in her panties, and I wait for her to take them off, but she stares at my hand as I stroke myself.

“Take your panties off.” She doesn’t move to do what I told her. Instead, she lifts her chin.

“Take your shirt off,” she commands. I smirk as I knock my baseball cap off my head, lift my t-shirt over my head, then push my boxers off.

I’m sitting on the couch, completely naked in front of her. Her eyes travel from my eyes to my chest, to my abs, and then to my cock. I need her to ride me now. I lift my chin at her, commanding her silently to do as I said. She smirks as she pushes her panties over her hips and down her legs. My eyes travel from her eyes to her breasts, down her stomach, and to her pussy.

“So beautiful,” I murmur. I crook my finger at her. She bites her lips and straddles my lap. “Are you wet for me, baby?” I ask her as I massage her breast, stroking my cock with my other hand.

She moans and nods. I trail my hand down her abdomen to her thigh. Trailing my finger up her inner thigh, I stop just before touching her pussy. She groans in frustration. But that doesn’t make me move faster. I simply smile at her. She glares at me.

Her hand lands on my chest and trails down my abdomen. She swats my hand away from my cock, and before I can do anything, she’s sliding off me and dropping to her knees before me. She arches an eyebrow at me, then sticks her tongue out and licks around the tip of my cock. My hips come off the couch, and she giggles. She kisses the tip, and my stomach flips just as she sucks the tip into her mouth.

“Fuck!” I moan. I try not to buck against her. I don’t want to hurt her. This is the first time she’s done this to me, and I’m assuming this is her first time doing it. I lean my head back against the couch when she drops down onto my cock.

She doesn’t take it entirely in her mouth, but brings her hand up and holds the base in her fist. As she pulls up, her hand follows. I’m so close, and I can’t decide if I want to come in her mouth or pussy. She drops down again, but this time she drops down further. I bring my hands to the back of her head and try my best not to hurt her, but I now have a handful of her hair in my hand. She hums around me, and my hips shoot off the couch. The tip of my cock touches the back of her throat, and she gags a little, but she doesn’t stop.

“Becca,” I whisper. She glances at me through her eyelashes, and I am done for. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” I swear she smiles. Then she doubles down. She pulls off my cock, swirling her tongue around my tip and then dropping down on me further than she did a minute ago.

My hips jerk up, and I touch the back of her throat again. This time, she doesn’t gag. I want to close my eyes, but at the same time, I don’t want to take my eyes off her. She looks gorgeous, sucking my cock.

“Look at you,” I murmur. She keeps her eyes on me. “You look gorgeous with a mouth full of my cock.” She drops lower on my cock this time, and my grip on her hair tightens.

“Do you want me to come in your pretty mouth?” I ask her. She tries to nod but doesn’t get far with my hand in her hair. She pulls off me again and drops down again, going lower this time. This time when I hit the back of her throat, she swallows.

I growl. “Fuck!” My hips jerk up of their own accord. “I want to fuck your face so bad.” Her eyes are watering, and there’s saliva running down my balls, but I don’t care. I fucking love this. She pulls up again and sucks on my tip for a few seconds as she sucks in a breath.

“I’m so close,” I groan. I finally close my eyes, letting my head fall against the couch. I feel her smile, and then she drops down on me again and swallows twice. This time I have no control. I roar toward the ceiling as I come in her mouth. I loosen my hand on her head in case she wants to pop off me, but she doesn’t. She swallows down every single drop.

“Fuck!” I shout out. I keep coming as she milks me before I finally collapse against the couch. She pops off me, and I open my eyes a little to see as she leans back on her heels.

She wipes her mouth and sighs. “That was so hot.” That pushes me into action. Leaning forward, I grip her under her arms and place her on the couch.

“Connor!” she cries out. But I ignore her as I kiss my way to her breast. I suck one nipple between my lips as I massage the other breast. I nip at her, causing her to yelp, and then give equal attention to the other breast.

“You taste so good,” I moan against her skin. She arches against me as my lips trail down her stomach. I swirl my tongue around her belly button, causing her to gasp. “I’m going to make you come so hard,” I say. I pull her legs over my shoulders and gaze up at her. She’s breathing hard, but I refuse to do anything until she looks at me. She finally moans in frustration and lifts her head to look at me. I wink at her and lick from her pussy to her clit.

Her hands come to my head, and she arches her back. “Keep your eyes on me,” I command. She focuses on me as her fingers flex in my hair. She sucks in a breath and nods once. I swirl my tongue around her clit, causing her to whine.

“Connor,” she moans. I love my name on her lips. I swirl my tongue again and insert a finger in her pussy, rubbing against her g-spot. “Oh god.” Her head falls back. I give her a pass for a second as I lick between her folds. I stop when she doesn’t raise her head to look at me. She groans in frustration and raises her head to look at me.

“Good girl,” I tell her. Then I begin licking her again and rubbing against her spot.

“I can’t,” she cries out. She tries so hard to keep her eyes on me, but her head keeps falling back. She raises her head again and pleads with her eyes. “Please,” she cries out as I pull her clit between my lips and suck. I nod once, allowing her not to keep her eyes on me.

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