Something Forever
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“I’ll ask you again. What do you want?” Her tone was domineering.
When I didn’t answer, she shifted onto that perfect spot and started rubbing along my dick. When did she take off her panties? Holy shit! I was going to come if she didn’t stop. She had no idea I had dreamt of f**king her last night, and to add this was going to drive me over the edge.
“Becca,” I muttered under my breath, but that was all that escaped my mouth before I realized I was inside of her.
Slowly riding me, her br**sts warmed my chest as she leaned down to my face. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.”
“Isn’t that a cup song?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself, and tried hard not to bust out laughing. We were in the heat of the moment and I was blowing it.
Becca paused for a moment, then let out a soft laugh in understanding, but thankfully she continued. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes glazed with lust and want. Planting her hands on my pecs, she started riding me again, but harder and faster this time. “I’ll be singing this song for you for sure.”
I grabbed that fine ass of hers so I could reach in deeper. It was difficult to concentrate on what she was saying, especially since I was at the point of no return. “I won’t have to miss you if I don’t let you go.”
“We’ll see about that,” she said breathlessly. Sitting up with my dick still inside of her, she threw her head back and continued to grind her hips in a circular motion. My hands went straight to her br**sts, caressing them. When I pinched her ni**les, I knew it brought another level of ecstasy for her when she moaned louder.
Shit! I couldn’t take it any more. I sat up and twisted her body under mine so fast that she didn’t know what had happened until she lightly bounced on the bed. With my eyes locked on hers, I seeped inside her again. Becca heaved a deep, pleasurable breath and closed her eyes. I loved watching her expression when I was making her feel good. She looked absolutely beautiful.
Becca gripped the back of my shoulders and tugged harder when I started pumping faster. “You still want to go?” I asked, banging into her with each word.
My Becca’s back was arched and taking in the pleasure I was giving her. She shifted her head from side to side, moaning softly. “I...don’t...know.” She sucked in air, breathing out one word at a time.
“What do you want?” I asked, repeating her question. However, she couldn’t answer. With her bottom lip sucked into her mouth, letting out heavy breaths, she was lost in me.
Lifting both of her legs around my shoulders, I inserted deeper and cradled her ass with one of my hands while the other supported her neck. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
“Matt...hew,” she murmured, rewarding me with repeatedly tiny quick breaths. “I’m...coming.”
Before her moaning could get louder, I planted my lips on hers and sucked just as hard as I was f**king her. Her sounds echoed into my mouth, getting louder the faster I rode her. When my will had been spent and I couldn’t take it anymore, I exploded. In return, my body shuddered as I groaned into her mouth.
Lying side by side, our breaths were heavy and rapid. Becca swung her arms and legs around my body like I had done to hers earlier. “I’m still going, but this will be on my mind the whole weekend.”
“Just make sure those dirty strippers keep their hands to themselves,” I said sternly. “Nobody touches what’s mine.”
“I’m going to Chippendales. Nothing is going to happen there. It’s just going to be a group of shirtless guys parading around for a bunch of women, and not directly at me.” Becca laughed softly.
“So you are going to Las Vegas to check out the strippers?”
“Jea...lous?” She dragged out the word, thoroughly enjoying that I was. “Plus, this is my first time.”
“This is your first time?” With my elbow on the bed, I propped my head on my hand to rest in order to get a good look at her. “Seriously?” My tone went up a notch in surprise.
Becca gazed at me inquisitively. “Seriously?” she scowled. “What? What kind of girl do you think I am?” Becca jumped out of bed, appearing slightly offended. She slipped on her white robe. Every time I saw her in it, I was reminded of the day when she practically gave me a lap dance, and also of the time when I’d visited her at her parents’ house. To my surprise, she had been naked underneath it.
I never could get it. Why did girls get upset over a simple, innocent question? I was just surprised, that was all. But nooo...they had to read into words and gather absurd meanings behind them that made no sense. I hadn’t meant anything by it. “Becca.” I sat up and put on my clothes. I had to think of something fast. “I didn’t mean anything bad. Your friend Kate got married, so I figured you took her to Las Vegas.”
Becca was fumbling through her drawers, looking like she was busy, but I knew the reason why. Her beautiful brown eyes slowly met mine, and it seemed like she was allowing my words to sink in. “Oh.” She paused. “She wanted to do something simple. She was pregnant.”
I walked to her, anticipating her pushing me away, but she didn’t. Instead, she held me tightly as if to apologize. Moving back a little, I kissed her forehead and rested my forehead against hers. “You okay?”
“Sorry I overreacted,” she sighed. “Sometimes I get moody, especially around that time of the month.”
I pulled back to get a better look at her face. “Moody or not moody, I’m here. We’ll work things through. We’re getting to know each other. I can’t read your mind, Becca, but I promise to be a good listener.”