Page 52 of Beyond the Fame

“And what do you get out of this deal?”

“I get to take care of you and taste you and feel the moment you come undone by my mouth, just like you did for me yesterday.”

She glances down at the bulge in my slacks.

“You want that, don’t you?” she places a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Yes,” I whisper. I start removing my suspenders and go to work on the buttons of my dress shirt.

Rebecca bats my hands away.

“If you get to undress me, then I get to undress you.”

I gulp, trying to wet my dry throat.

She leans in and says next to my ear, “Bring me to your room.”

Hand in hand, we walk out of the kitchen area, past the living room, and into my room.

“Where do you want me?” I ask. My heart has finally calmed, my tense body relaxed now that Rebecca is giving me orders.

“Stand next to the bed,” she says, and I obey. I wait for my next instructions, hands on my hips.

“Good boy,” she purrs.

My dick jumps at the words, and she saw it. What the hell? Why did I like that?

“Jenny, Jenny, Jenny,” she mocks. “Do you have a praise kink?”

I don’t even care that she used the nickname. Coming out of her mouth, in this moment, I'd gladly get it tattooed on my ass if it meant she’d keep saying it.

“Not that I know of.”

She’s in front of me now. She raises an eyebrow and her hand cups my throbbing erection.

“Look at this cock getting hard just for me. I'm so proud of you.”

I groan, and my dick grows beneath her touch.

“Okay, maybe I do have one.”

This is new. I never knew how much I wanted Rebecca’s praise.

She removes her hand so she can unbutton my shirt, untucking it from my pants and whisking it off me. Then she kisses all over my chest while her palms glide over my stomach and my sides.

“Relax,” she whispers and sucks on my nipple.

My eyes flutter at the jolt of lust that ripples through me as her tongue and teeth play across my skin.

“That’s better,” she says before getting to work on my pants.

She's taking her time, torturing me, letting my anticipation build. She undoes the belt, slowly threading it out of the loops. Then she unzips my pants, tugging them down over my wide ass and thick legs.

She hooks her fingertips behind the band of my boxer briefs and brings them down to pool at my feet. She helps me step out of the discarded clothes.

I look down, and she’s on her knees staring up at me. My cock is hard as fuck, pointing at her, waiting patiently.

Still, she doesn’t take me in her mouth.

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