Page 78 of Beyond the Fame

Her fingers comb through my hair and I close my eyes, mewling at the sensation of her fingernails scraping over my scalp. With one hand, she grips the strands in a fist and tugs my head back. With the other hand, she runs her fingertips over my beard, across my lips, and down my neck.

My dick is already straining in my shorts.

“I want to touch you,” she says and releases her hold on me to step back. “Stand.”

I contain a whimper and stand.

“Undress.”

I do, a little too fast, though.

“Slow down.”

My fingers shake eagerly as I lift the shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. Rebecca leans against the railing of the balcony and watches. My eyes dart down to her breasts, and I ache to squeeze them, to put my mouth over her hard nipples.

She snaps at me, bringing my attention back to removing my clothes.

I start working on the shorts. Rebecca bites her lip as she ogles my chest and stomach. It's something that would have made me uncomfortable if it were anyone else. But having Rebecca’s heated gaze scour over every inch of my skin only makes my dick harder.

“Like what you see?” I tease.

“No talking,” she barks, and I laugh. She smiles, clearly having fun taking on this regal role.

My shorts join my shirt on the ground, and I hook my fingers in the band of my briefs.

“Wait,” Rebecca says and steps to me.

Her palms smooth over my chest, through the fine hair, and along my tattoos. She moves her hands down over my stomach, at my sides, then around to my back, up and down. She touches every inch of me, jiggly parts and all.

She loves touching me and the more she does it, the more I crave it.

Her fingertips return to trace over the stretch marks around my belly button and on my love handles.

“I have these too,” she whispers.

“I know, and they're beautiful.”

She kisses the middle of my chest. Her soft lips move on, dropping more gentle kisses and leaving a trail of goosebumps. A jolt of pleasure shoots down to my cock when she gingerly bites down on my nipple.

My head tilts back.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

She does it again, biting down on my other nipple at the same time she squeezes both my ass cheeks. My dick leaks, desperate to be free of my briefs.

I groan and gently push her away.

“Please, let me fuck you. I’m not going to last if you keep touching me like this.”

“Now you like touching?”

“Only your touch.”

She steps away. “Don’t take your eyes off me, okay?”

I swallow hard. “Okay.”

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