Page 40 of Thirteen Years
“There it is,” I said before resuming ministrations on her clit. Her entire body was trembling, I pressed harder against her G-spot as I sucked at her clit ravenously, working my jaw to give her what she needed.
“Lucas…I...”
“Give it to me,” I growled against her clit, “Be a good girl and cum for me, Becks,” I demanded.
She shattered again, practically screaming with sobs as her orgasm ripped through her.
I sucked her through it as I undid my jeans, shoving them and my boxer briefs down in one motion before she’d fully come back from her orgasm. I grabbed her hips pushing her further up the bed so her legs weren’t dangling off anymore and covered her with my body, my hips between her thighs.
I reached down, grabbing my length, groaning and squeezing the base of my cock. I centered the tip against her, rubbing it through her wetness. Looking down I watched the tip of my cock leak more pre cum and I rubbed it into her, claiming what was mine.
Pushing between her folds at her entrance. Her hands slammed down on my shoulders, holding on tight, coming back to herself, as I looked down at her.
“Tell me you want this,” I begged.
“I want this,” she whispered, eyes huge, staring up at me.
I pushed in just a few inches, and she arched, moaning as I stretched her.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” I groaned, clenching my jaw. I let my hand slide down her thigh, soothing, lifting it up around my hip pushing in further. I glanced down, watching my cock stretch her.
Jesus. Halfway there, my eyes found hers again. Sweat beading on my forehead. It was taking everything in me not to thrust inside her to the hilt.
“Relax,” I breathed, reaching between us, finding her clit with my thumb and stroking it gently.
She moaned, her nails biting into my shoulders, as I pushed deeper, “Just a little more.”
“Little more?” she gasped, staring up at me “I can’t…Lucas…you’re too big.”
My thumb stopped its movement, my hand coming up to circle her throat, squeezing. The other hand clenching the sheet beside her head.
“You can. You will. You can take me. You were fucking made for me,” I growled, pushing in, bottoming out in her, groaning, as her heat took me all the way, squeezing tight.
She whimpered softly, moaning at the end. One of her hands flew up, slapping the headboard bracingly.
I unclenched my teeth, “You with me?” I asked softly, grinding my hips against hers, pushing deep.
She nodded, breathless, looking up at me trustingly.
“I’m moving,” I said, beginning to thrust, gently.
Her whole body seemed to relax, but her thighs tightened around mine.
“Lucas,” she moaned, softly.
“What, baby girl?” I asked, kissing up the side of her neck.
“Does my cock feel good, baby? God, you’re so tight and wet for me,” I panted against her lips.
“Tell me this isn’t right, Becks. Tell me this doesn’t feel like forever,” I said, snapping my hips hard, thrusting deep with each stroke.
“Shit. Lucas. Please!” She begged, her nails digging into my back, her other hand pressing against the headboard as leverage to thrust harder against me.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I raised up, looking down at her face. I glanced down between our bodies, watching myself slide in and out of her. “Look at us, Rebecca. Look how well you take me.”
I watched her look down and she moaned at the image we created. My length stretching her wide.
Fuck. This woman. I couldn’t hold back any more, my hips starting to piston against hers at a rapid pace. My mouth crashed down meeting hers, our tongues mimicking what our bodies were doing.
