She laughed and pushed me back slightly. I released her hair and she dropped down onto her knees, giving me this cute and seductive fucking look.
“Not just yet.”
“Fuck, Becca. Careful or I’m going to come right down your throat.”
She laughed softly as she yanked down my shorts, revealing my rapidly-stiffening dick. She made a pleased sound as she took it in her hand and began to stroke its length.
“Who said I’d mind?”
“Damn, college girl. When did you get so bad?”
“When you fucked me up against a tree.”
I smirked. “I have that effect on women.”
She reached around and smacked my ass. I laughed and she grinned, still stroking my shaft.
“Did you just spank me?” I asked.
“Don’t get fresh with me.”
I reached down and cupped her chin, my face inches away from hers. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
“You are,” she whispered.
“Say it again.”
“You’re in charge.”
I kissed her softly on the lips. “That’s better.”
She never broke eye contact as she licked my shaft, root to tip. I grinned and leaned back as she slipped the tip past her lips and began to roll her tongue along its thick head.
Her mouth was warm and she sucked hard as her lips moved farther down my length, trying to take as much as she could. She rocked back, her hand grasping the base of my dick, as she sucked me slowly, her hand jerking my length. I grunted as pleasure and desire filled me.
“You look fucking perfect with my big dick in your mouth.”
She pulled back. “Is this what you like?”
“I could watch you suck cock for years.”
“Only years?”
“I could watch you suck my dick until the day I die.”
She laughed and began to suck me again, working me harder and faster.
“Are you trying to make me fucking come in that pretty mouth?”
Her response was to move faster, her hand working up along my shaft as her lips pulled hard. Her saliva built up and slipped down, a warm sensation around my balls, as she kept sucking. I watched her firm tits bounce, her hair bob, as her head and neck and mouth worked my cock.
I grunted and put my hands on the back of her head, guiding her mouth farther down my length. I wanted to fuck her pretty face, make her take my thick cock deep down her throat. I wanted to make her mine, to fill her up with my hot cum.
She moaned with my cock in her mouth as I pushed her farther down, moving my cock in and out. She let me fuck her like that, and after a few seconds I eased up, letting her pull back and take a deep breath.
“Fuck, Becca,” I grunted.
“You’re in charge,” she said, smiling and stroking my big cock. “Whatever you want.”
“Those are the words every man wants to hear.”
She laughed a little and teased the head of my dick with her tongue. “Anything, Reid. Anything you want.”
I leaned forward. “Suck that cock again.”
And then I pressed my dick into her mouth. She began to work my length with an intensity I didn’t know she had, clearly trying to get me off. I looked down the length of her body, at the smooth line of her spine, and wanted to fill up her pussy while grabbing her thick ass.
Instead, my phone started to ring.
I looked down at my shorts. Why the fuck did I bring my phone?
Becca moved back, still gently stroking my dick. “Should you get that?”
I grunted. “Fuck it.”
She smiled. “My mouth isn’t going anywhere. Could be important.”
With another curse, I leaned forward and snatched my phone from the pocket. I checked the caller ID and paused, my heart hammering.
“What’s up?” I said as I answered.
“You busy? I got something for you.”
“It’s late, Thom. Tomorrow.”
“Nah, man. Gotta meet tonight.”
I looked at Becca, concern spreading over her face. My dick was still hard as hell and covered in her spit and all I wanted was to take her back to bed and fuck her until she couldn’t think straight.
“You fucking asshole,” I growled into the phone.
“What crawled up your ass?”
“You’re interrupting something.”
Thom laughed. “Got some hot piece of ass there, Climber?”
“Where do you want to meet?”
“Drop site. Half hour.”
“Fine.”
I hung up the phone and flung it at the bed.
“What was that?” Becca asked, standing up.
“Thom. I have to go meet him.”
She frowned. “Right now? It’s late.”
“He made it seem important.”
“Is everything okay?”
I pulled my shorts back up, though my hard dick wasn’t showing any signs of relaxing.