Page 58 of Surviving Lies

“Yeah, Bec, you like that?” he whispered. I nodded against his head as he slowly started pushing himself inside me, one inch at a time. If my body tensed, his fingers worked their magic on my clit to relax me again. Before I knew it, he was fully seated.

I looked at him, a bit astonished.

“Will you fuck me?” he asked.

I moved my hands behind me to his thighs and started rocking back and forth. The sensation of his full cock inside of me was intense. I knew it was hitting parts of me that had never been touched. Once the feeling of him inside me became comfortable, I knew I could start doing more. I moved my hands from his legs to his shoulders and pushed up a bit on my knees.

“Are you sure, Becca?” he asked.

I didn’t answer him. I pushed up and came slamming back down on him.

And it took my breath away.

In the best possible way.

“Fuck!” I yelled. “Gage, you feel amazing!”

I found a rhythm that worked; it felt good.

“Jesus Christ, Becca, this is better than any fantasy I could have dreamt up.” He reclined against the couch as I rode him, bouncing atop him like some porn star on the internet. “The way your tits bounce in that tank when you’re fucking me, I’m having trouble holding back.” He moaned. He reached up and grabbed a hold of them, roughly pawing at them as I was close to catapulting from his body. “Slow down, Bec.”

And I did. But I didn’t want to.

His hand pulled down my tank, my tits barely contained by the straps now across my nipples.

“I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look.”

His finger started at my chest, right under my neck, dragging between my breasts. He traced over one nipple and moved to the other, both hardening from his attention. Once he finished there, his finger moved down my stomach, over my shirt, and finally to where we were joined. His flat palm pushed against my lower abdomen, creating a pressure inside I’d never felt before.

I threw my head back in complete ecstasy, the moans continuous.

And that was when the shrill of his phone started.

My eyes darted to the device vibrating on the glass table.

“Ignore it,” he commanded.

His tone startled me, but I did what he said.

He helped by latching on to my hips with a firm hold and encouraging me to move up and down again. My eyes landed on his torso as the muscles strained with his exertion. The ripples of his stomach glistened with sweat, tempting me to rub my hands along his skin. Moving my hands from his shoulders to his chest, I felt the tension in his muscles as he used them. The sparse, dark hair under my fingers was just the right amount. It disappeared as my hands roved over his taut stomach, the smooth skin pulled tight over rippled flesh. But then my fingers hit that line of hair at the belly. The line that would usually disappear below the band of pants. But I had an up-close look at where the trail ended. I ran my fingers through the tight curls at the base of his cock, my nails grazing the skin of him as he pulled in and out.

“Oh, fuck, Becca, that feels amazing.” He almost growled as he increased the speed at which he was rocking me back and forth on top of his dick.

As our rhythm built, that familiar crescendo neared. I reached down, between my legs, helping it along.

“Yeah, touch yourself, Becca. That’s so fucking hot,” Gage said breathlessly.

And then. The phone shrilled again.

“Jesus Christ!” Gage yelled as we both stilled.

I wanted to know why he didn’t have it on silent.

And then suddenly, he flipped me over onto my back and hastily thrust inside of me.

And within a couple minutes, his heavy body collapsed on top of mine.

He finished.

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