Page 49 of Surviving Lies

“Fuck, Ty, you’re gonna get me!” I moaned.

“That’s it, Bec,” he whispered in between licks. “Come for me, baby. Come in my mouth. I want to taste you, all of you.” His tongue pushed inside me, deeper, as his fingers pulled instead of rubbed.

You know when you’re climbing that hill and you see the top? And you just need him to keep doing what he’s doing, not change it at all, to get you to the top? That’s where I was at. Usually Ty would take me to the edge, then back off, keep me from going over.

But today was different. He knew I needed this release. He forged ahead. He didn’t stop. I ran to the top of the hill, and screamed once I got there.

“Fuck!” I yelled. “Oh my God, Ty! Yes!”

And what he was best at was not stopping just because he thought I fell over the top; he kept that orgasm rolling and rolling. He got every toe-curling drop out of it he could. My body contorted and begged him to stop, but his mouth held on.

Finally, his lips conceded and pulled away, kissing along the lips of my pussy. His hands reached up and tweaked my nipples and massaged my breasts as he lifted his head. Looking up at me, he smiled.

“That was better than I remembered,” he said, his voice sounding like silk.

“You are so good at that,” I told him as I sat up on my elbows, looking down at him. His hair was mussed up and his lips were puffy from his work on me; he looked damn sexy. “Come here, Ty.”

He stood up, and that was when I realized he still had all his clothes on. He reached over his head and pulled his shirt off in that sexy way guys do. His stomach muscles were on full display as he did it, flexed and tight. Next, he undid his zipper, pushing boxers and jeans down at once. His full erection popped out, snapping against his thigh. It had been a while since I’d seen that cock, and I’d forgotten the absolute beauty of it. So thick my fingers barely could grasp it. The silk skin of the taut head. I loved licking that tight skin, especially when that bead of liquid was waiting for me. I peeked over to see if he was hard enough to show off the thick veins that protruded from his dick when he’s fully erect. And he was, completely ready for me.

“How long do we have, Bec? Do you have homework to do?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. Not wanting to be brought back to reality, but always thankful for his consideration.

“OK, so we don’t have too much time left together. It’s getting late already.” He looked at the clock, and it was already 6p.m. I couldn’t believe so many hours had passed in our day. “So let’s make this worth it, babe. Tell me, what have you decided?” His look went immediately back to full-blown sex god. “How am I fucking you right now?”

“You should know,” I teased. “You know how I like it.” His knowing eyes focused on mine; a sly smile took over his face.

He stalked toward me like a predatory lion and grabbed my ankles, which were still hanging off the edge of the bed. Lifting my legs up by my feet, his hands slid down the backs of them, to my ass, landing on my hips. Once he had a firm hold, he flipped me over to my belly, pulling me toward him with his hands firmly gripping my waist. My ass slapped against his body, the length of his dick pressing into me. His one hand slid under my belly, holding me close to him, while the other pushed the back of my head gently onto the bed. I turned my face to the side, enjoying the feel of him taking charge.

“You like when I force you into position, Becca?” he asked.

“You know I do, Ty.”

“You want me to slide my dick into you from behind, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice gravelly. His hand left the back of my head; I could tell he was stroking himself, readying his dick for me.

“Yes, Ty, you know I do.” I missed this. I missed him. I hadn’t realized how much until I saw the way he looked at me when I was on the bed. The look of adoration he always had for me was addictive. He was a fucking tiger in bed.

His body fell against mine as he reached under, desperate to grab my tits. He pawed at them, crazed, in a frenzy, a man starved for sexual release. His fingers found my nipple, pulling it between them. At the same time, he grasped his cock with his other hand and dragged it along the seam of my ass, teasing my entrances.

“You’re so wet, Bec. I can’t wait to slip my cock inside you.” His words were against my back, a whisper as he kissed me between syllables, as if in worship.

He perched the tip at my opening, teasing me, rubbing its swollen head against me. He would pull back and cover up; he always did.

But so quickly he reared back, grabbing my hips, and rammed his dick inside me, filling me to the hilt with his full length.

“Fuck! Becca! You feel so good!”

And then he froze. Completely inside me, he froze.

We both did.

“Are you OK, babe? Did I hurt you?” he asked, barely a whisper.

I shook my head slightly, afraid to move. “No, it feels amazing,” I answered. “But, Ty, you don’t have on ...”

“I know.” That was all he said as he pulled out slightly.

And then he slammed back into me harder yet. Filling me once again, completely.

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