Page 64 of Forbidden Fruit

I move up her body, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on my tongue, her hand sliding around my stiff cock.

"I want to feel you," she whispers against my lips. "All of you."

I kick off my boxers, my erection springing free, heavy and aching. Becca's small hand wraps around me, and I groan at the contact, fighting for control.

Her legs part for me, an invitation I can't resist. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness.

“This is the last cock you’ll ever have, baby. I won’t share you with anyone.”

"I need you," she answers, wrapping her legs around my waist. “You’re all I need.”

I plunge into her with deliberate slowness, allowing her body to gradually accommodate my presence. The sensation is electrifying, an intense, searing heat wrapping around me, claiming me inch by inch. Her eyes widen, her breath hitching sharply as she momentarily struggles to adjust.

"Is this what you want? Am I who you want?" I pause, needing her certainty.

"No," she shakes her head, fingers digging into my shoulders. "You're just... bigger than I'm used to. Don't stop."

I let out a possessive growl and push the rest of the way in, savoring the way her body yields to me and takes all of me so perfectly. "Fuck, Becca," I breathe against her neck, holding still to let her adjust. "You feel incredible."

Her hands slide up my back, nails lightly scraping my skin. "So do you," she whispers, shifting her hips experimentally.

The slight movement nearly undoes me. I withdraw slowly before sliding back in, establishing a gentle rhythm that has Becca sighing beneath me. Her eyes stay locked with mine, creating an intimacy I've never experienced.

"More," she urges, her legs tightening around my waist.

I oblige, increasing my pace and driving deeper with each thrust. The headboard begins to knock against the wall, but I couldn't care less who hears us. Let the whole building know I'm making love to this woman.

"Is this what you needed?" I ask, my voice rough with desire. "My cock filling you up?"

"Yes," she moans, her head falling back to expose the elegant line of her throat. "God, yes."

I dip my head to suck at her pulse point, leaving my mark on her pale skin. Mine. The thought drives me harder, faster, my control slipping as her inner walls flutter around me.

"Touch yourself," I command softly. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

Her hand slides between our bodies, fingers finding her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I'm inside her nearly pushes me over the edge.

"That's it, beautiful," I encourage, adjusting my angle to hit that spot inside her that makes her gasp. "Show me how good it feels."

Her movements become frantic, her breathing shallow. I can feel her tightening around me, getting closer.

"Clive," she whimpers, her eyes wide and desperate. "I'm going to?—"

"Let go," I urge, driving into her with renewed vigor. "Come for me, Becca. Now."

She shatters with a cry that might be my name, her body clenching around me in waves that pull me deeper. I follow her over the edge, burying myself to the hilt as my release tears through me.

"Becca," I groan, spilling inside her, marking her in the most primitive way.

For several moments, we remain joined, our bodies trembling in the aftermath. I'm careful not to crush Becca with my weight, but I can't bear to separate from her just yet. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, her breath warm against my neck.

"It’s always so good..." she begins, then laughs softly. "Always magnificent."

"I know exactly what you mean," I murmur, tenderly kissing her forehead.

When I finally withdraw, she makes a slight sound of protest that makes me smile. I gather her against my chest, her small body fitting perfectly in my arms. Her head nestles beneath my chin, her breath warm against my chest.

"Stay with me," I whisper into her hair.

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