Page 39 of Myself

“That’s not very long,” she says, placing her hands on my chest. I love the way her eyes rake over me.

“It’s all I need,” I tell her as my lips find hers. She moans into my mouth as I grind my hips into hers. I reach a hand between our bodies and pull her panties to the side. I slide a finger between her wet lips, and it makes me moan when I feel how wet she is for me already.

She opens her mouth wider for me, and my tongue finds hers as I slide my finger into her. Her nails dig into my shoulders as my finger slowly works in and out of her before I add another one to her slick pussy.

I pull my lips away from hers, and she gasps as I smile down at her. “I love how fucking wet you are,” I tell her.

She looks up at me, her beautiful green eyes already heavy, and I’ve only started with her. Becca is like no other woman I’ve ever met. No one has ever made me feel so much raw need. I’ve never been on fire, but I imagine touching her is the same. They say that the pain gets worse after the fire has been put out. That the air hitting the fresh burn is unbelievably painful and that’s what I feel for her. It’s like self-torture. You know one time isn’t going to be enough, but neither is a hundred. I want to feel that burn with her. I want to feed the need that is all-consuming and overwhelming.

I slide my fingers out of her, and she takes a deep breath as I sit up between her legs. I grip her lace underwear and pull them down her legs slowly just to watch the look on her face turn from pleasure to need. She knows what I want, and she wants it just as badly.

I toss her panties to the floor, and she tries to close her legs. I place my hand on her knees and spread them wide for me. “Jaycent ...” she whispers as if she’s nervous.

“Shh,” I tell her as I run my hands down her thighs. My eyes drop to her pussy as my hands reach it, and I run my thumb over her wet lips, and her legs start to shake. I smile down at her, and she makes no move to stop me when I lower myself between her legs.

I lie flat on the bed, my arms under her thighs, clutching her hips to keep her in place because I know she’s going to be bucking while I fuck her pussy with my tongue. I’ve never done this to her, but I’ve imagined it a thousand times. How she would taste. How she would sound. And now, I finally get the chance to have her. To devour her.

Her hands find my hair, and she arches her back. I lick my lips then I lick her wet pussy. She tries to pull away at the first lick as if it is too much, and I smile. “I haven’t even started, baby.” I look up at her back arching and her perfect tits bouncing as she breathes heavily. Her nipples are so hard; I wish I could taste them as well. Her head is tilted back, and her eyes are closed as her lips part. She doesn’t say anything, but I don’t expect her to.

I lower my head again, and this time, after I lick her once, I lick her again. And again. My mouth devours her pussy like my cock did the other night. I suck and lick until her cries grow louder and her movements more forceful. I fuck her until she’s a shaking, beautiful mess.

I sit up and watch her cover her face with her hands as if she’s embarrassed. I lick what’s left of her off my lips, enjoying her sweet taste, and already wanna do it again. But instead, I grab her hips and flip her over onto her stomach. She lets out a yelp in surprise then I pull her hips into the air. Her wet pussy once again on display for me. And I smile before slapping her ass.

She moans, digging her head into the pillow. God, she makes me want to go animalistic on her. I just wanna be like a caveman and pound my own chest as I stand on top of a mountain. It’s insane and incredible what she makes me feel. What she makes me want.

“Please,” she begs when I just kneel behind her, looking down at her perfectly round ass and pink pussy.

“You want more?” I ask as I slide my fingers between her wet lips, and she trembles.

“I need more.” She pants.

“What do you need, baby?” I ask wanting to hear her say it. I want her to need me just as much as I need her.

“I need you to fuck me,” she says, pressing her ass back into my hard cock, and I can still see her body shake from her orgasm. And I can’t wait to give her more.

Taking the base of my cock in my right hand, I use my left to press her back down to the bed as I rise onto my knees and press into her. My teeth clench as my cock slowly fills her tight pussy, and she lets out a gasp from my size.

Once all the way in, I place both hands on her hips and start to move; long but fast strokes. Our bodies slapping and heavy breathing fill my room, and my balls tighten like I’m some teenage boy about to come after two seconds of sex. I slow my pace, and it helps, but she rocks her hips as if she prefers it fast, so I grind my teeth and do as she wants, trying my best to hold out as long as I can.

Surprisingly, I lasted another thirty minutes. She, however, came two more times. That alone was enough to keep me from coming. I want so badly to show her that I can be better than Conner in all ways. I’ve never asked about their sex, and just the thought of him fucking her drives me wild, but I don’t imagine he made her tremble the way I do. But that can go back to where I’m a caveman standing on a mountain and shit.

As I am buttoning my slacks, Becca’s phone rings. I watch her from across my bedroom as she stares down at it, her teeth sinking nervously into her bottom lip. She lets it go to voicemail. I’m about to ask who it was when it rings again.

I walk over to her and look down at it. It’s a number I don’t know, but somehow, I do. It’s Conner. I know how she cowers to him, and this is most definitely him. My jaw clenches. “When did you talk to him last?” I ask.

She looks up at me. “I haven’t talked to him. He messaged me last night while we were in bed after Ashlyn threw her drink on him, but I didn’t respond.”

It rings again, and she hits answer. I’m about to snatch the phone from her hands when she puts it on speakerphone for me to hear what he has to say.

“Hello?” she answers timidly and then clears her throat.

“I need to come up,” are his first words. “I’m down in the lobby at Q’s.” He’s at her apartment building?

“I’m not—”

“Goddammit, Becca,” he snaps, interrupting her. I snatch the phone out of her hands, about to tell him I’m gonna beat his ass again, but she snatches it back. “I need to come upstairs. I left a few things back in Seattle, and I need to get them.”

She holds up her finger to tell me to be quiet, and I clench my teeth. “Give your phone to someone at the front desk,” she says softly.

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