Page 73 of Claiming Becca

“Pinch your thigh,” I respond. He nods once, and then he pushes into my mouth. I drop my jaw to take him in, but he doesn’t go to my throat right away. He stops about a quarter of the way in.

He’s staring down at me, and I love the feral look in his eyes. “Who would have thought my best friend would have a mouth full of my cock?” he groans out as I swirl my tongue around his tip. I rub my thighs together. I am so turned on right now. At how dominant he’s being, his words, the way he’s looking at me. It’s perfect. He slips further in, and I suck.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You look so fucking gorgeous.” He groans as he slips in a little further. Why is he moving so slowly? I need more. I want more. His mouth tips up like he knows what I’m thinking.

“Ready to beg yet?” he asks. I narrow my eyes at him and decide to flip the table on him. I hollow out my cheeks and suck. His hand slams against the headboard. “Fuck!” he whispers. He inches in more.

Saliva is starting to pool in my mouth, and I know I’ll be making a mess soon, but I don’t care. I need him to lose it, so I move my head slightly since he refuses to move more.

“That’s it, baby,” se rasps out. I keep doing that, and he moans. “Take a deep breath.” I suck in a breath through my nose, and then he’s pushing in more, the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. I gag a little, so he pulls back.

When he does, saliva drips out of my mouth, but I ignore it. When his tip is in my mouth again, I swirl my tongue again. “Becca,” he moans. “Your mouth feels almost as good as your pussy.” He growls. I rub my thighs again. I need something.

He pushes in again. His tip hits my throat, but this time, I swallow. He stays there for several seconds, thrusting. “So beautiful. Fuck,” he growls.

I will probably have a sore throat tomorrow, but it will be worth it. Seeing the look of pleasure on his face. I’m close to pinching his thigh because I’m running out of air, but he pulls back just before I need to.

I suck in a breath through my nose, and then he pushes back in again. “I’m about to come.” He groans. He glances down at me, and I give a slight nod. He thrusts, then he comes with a shout. I try to swallow, but I don’t get it all. He slumps against the headboard for a second, then pulls out of my mouth.

He lifts and carries me to the bathroom, sitting me on the counter. “Fuck, Becca. That was sexy as hell,” he tells me. He grabs a washcloth, wets it, and wipes my face, neck, and chest.

Then he grabs the water cup on the counter, fills it with water, and hands it to me. I take a sip, wincing a little at my sore throat.

He grips my face and looks at me with concern. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Was I too rough?” His thumbs rub over my cheeks.

“I’m fine. No, you weren’t.” I grab the water, and he moves back so I can take another sip. I motion to him. “You’re quite large, and I’m a tiny little woman.” He throws his head back, laughing, grabbing me off the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks back into the bedroom.

He nuzzles my neck. “I fucking love you,” he murmurs. Then I’m flying through the air and bouncing on the bed. I squeal as I watch him crawl on the bed between my legs. He pulls me until his face is right in front of my pussy.

“Now I’m going to make you beg,” he says right before his tongue swipes up my center.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CONNOR

“HOLY SHIT!” she cries out and grips the blanket, arching her back.

“I get to have this every night,” I growl against her pussy as I begin to fuck her with my tongue.

“Oh god.” Her hands come to my head, and she grips my hair hard. I bring my arm up and put it over her waist so she can’t rock against me. When her legs begin to shake, I pull off her.

Her head comes up off the mattress, and she gapes at me. “What the hell?” she exclaims. I wipe my hand across my mouth and give her a dirty grin as I stalk up her body.

“I told you,” I say as I line my cock up with her pussy and slowly push in. “I’m going to make you beg.” She cries out when my hips meet hers. I grab her legs and lay them flat against my chest, my head between her feet. I pound into her, and she makes the most delicious noises.

She grips at the sheets, her head arching back. “Oh god. Please don’t stop. Please!” she cries out. She is so close to begging exactly how I want her to. She begins to shake again, and it takes everything in me to pull out of her.

Her head pops up again, and she smacks the mattress, growling. “I just begged!” she cries out.

I grin at her. “I want more, baby.”

Her eyes narrow. “I can give you more,” she replies. I put my hands on her waist and flip her so she’s on her hands and knees, leaning over her so my chest covers her back. I pull her ear between my lips.

“I’m counting on it, Shortcake.” I sit up on my knees and lift her hips higher. Lining myself up with her again, I sink into her. I tilt my head back, loving the tight heat of her. I’m close to coming again myself. I suck in a breath and focus on her again.

Her cheek is pressed into the mattress, and she makes that whining noise I love so much. I pull out and back in, and after a few seconds, she’s rocking back against me. Her walls begin to flutter around me; she’s so close. I pull out of her again, and she’s anticipating it this time. She whips around and pushes me on my back, climbing on me, and sliding down on my dick.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

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