Page 72 of Claiming Becca

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Of course,” I answer immediately. He hums as he rubs his hand from my shoulder down to my breast, cupping it. He leans down and circles his tongue around my nipple. I suck in a shaky breath.

“I’m going to make you beg,” he murmurs against my skin. He blows on my nipple, causing me to shiver, then moves to my other breast, doing the same thing.

My legs are weak, and my pussy is wet. I want him inside me. He stands to his full height and stares at me with dark eyes.

“Get on the bed,” he instructs. This is different, but I am not complaining. I climb onto the bed and lay back on the pillows. He pushes his jeans over his hips but leaves his boxers on. I can see his cock straining against them. I lick my lips.

“You want me to fuck your face?” he asks. My eyes fly to his. How did he know I was imagining that? What if he climbed up me and did exactly that? He climbs on the bed and stalks toward me. Grabbing my shorts and panties, he yanks them down my legs.

I have no idea what he will do, so I watch his every move. He grabs my sports bra on the bed when he took it off. Straddling me, he crawls up my body and grabs my arms, rubbing his hands up until he can grasp my hands. Wrapping my sports bra around them, he keeps his eyes focused on me.

“Do you want me to stop?” I can’t talk, so I shake my head. He arches an eyebrow. “Use your words, Shortcake,” he commands.

I swallow, trying to wet my dry mouth. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good girl,” he praises. He wraps the sports bra around my wrists one more time. “That isn’t too tight, is it?” I shake my head, but remember he wants me to speak.

“No,” I reply. One side of his mouth tips up, but he says nothing else. He crawls down my body again. Leaning down, he kisses me slowly and deeply. I pull my bound hands to wrap around him, but he grabs them and puts them back over my head.

My eyes open, but he keeps kissing me. His tongue is practically fucking my mouth. It’s making me want to move things along. I try to wrap my legs around his waist, but he grabs them and puts them back on the bed.

I break the kiss with a frustrated groan. “Connor!”

He leans back on his knees, smirking down at me. “Keep your hands above your head and your legs on the bed.” I bite my lip and take a deep breath. He tilts his head at me. “Do you want to stop? We can stop anytime you want to.”

“No,” I answer immediately. “I want to see where this is headed,” I admit.

He grins at me. “You’re going to beg. That’s where it’s headed.” Goosebumps break out over my body, my hips bucking involuntarily. He crawls off the bed, and I turn my head to watch him. When his cock is released, I lick my lips again.

It was such a turn-on when I went down on him last time. I had never done that before, but he enjoyed it. Having him desperate was addictive. He crawls back on the bed and kneels between my legs, grabbing my thighs and placing them on his thighs, causing me to lift slightly.

He brings his hand to his cock and strokes it, his eyes glued to my pussy. I squirm, not used to being under such scrutiny. He brings his other hand down on my thigh to keep me in place. He rubs his hand up my thigh, and I shift slightly. I want him to touch me. Do something.

I’m so focused on his hand that it takes me by surprise when he brings the head of his cock and runs it up my slit.

“Oh god,” I whisper. I’m aching. I need him. “Connor.” I moan when he does it again, swirling it around my clit. I arch my back, trying to chase more of what he’s doing.

“Look at you,” he whispers. My eyes shift from his cock to his face. I swallow when I realize he’s watching me now. He leans forward, putting the tip of his cock in my pussy. It makes me want to scream. My muscles contract around him.

He grunts. “So fucking gorgeous. So desperate for it, aren’t you?” he asks, pushing in a little more.

“Connor. Please.” I want more, but the hand on my thigh keeps me from moving when I try to arch up. He pulls out, and I want to cry.

“Please, what, Shortcake?” he asks. My eyes widen. I don’t know what he wants me to say.

“I want you inside me,” I tell him. He hums but moves back, pushing my legs together and straddling me instead. He crawls up my body until his cock is resting on my chin.

“I want to be inside you, too,” he murmurs. His thumb comes up and rubs along my lip. “Open wide.” He pushes down on my mouth. I follow his lead without question. I want this so bad. I want to make him feel good. I want him to lose it because I’m making him feel good.

“Pinch my thigh if it becomes too much,” he says. I nod once, but he cocks his head at me.

“Okay,” I say. Then he’s shoving his thumb in my mouth. It takes me by surprise for half a second, but I follow his lead again. I swirl my tongue around his thumb, loving the salty taste of him. After a few seconds, he removes his thumb.

He grabs a pillow and pulls it under my neck, supporting me better. He grabs the sports bra around my hands and pulls it off my hands, placing one on his thigh. He places his cock on my bottom lip, and I suck in a breath with anticipation of what’s going to happen next.

“What are you going to do if it becomes too much?” he asks.

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