Chapter 3: Rising Action
Following Becca's command , James rapidly unbuttoned his work shirt, exposing his muscular, lightly haired chest. Becca approached, looking deliciously reckless. Her large, perky breasts bobbed as she seductively straddled him.
She couldn't seem to control the excitement in her voice. "Oh, baby, look at you. So built, so thick. But thats not what I want." She leant into his ear, her hands dancing across his torso, she whispered , "Im serious, I want that big, hard dick."
Her dirty talk sent him shivering with anticipation, the unspoken promise of what was to come. James didnt have time to process her unexpected words, as Becca rapidly untangled his burdened belt and pulled down his jeans. His boxers followed closely behind, freeing his throbbing erection to be engulfed by Beccas greedy mouth.
Her head bobbled up and down, her throat gripping him tightly like a warm, wet glove.
Her long brown hair tickled his thighs, and he could feel her spirit - she was in control, she was owning this experience. Her large, perfect breasts pressed against his lower stomach as she continued her tempo.
James couldn't help his words, "That's right, Becca. Take it all." He tilted her chin upwards, offering her a deep, passionate kiss, tasting her lust.
She broke off their kiss, her voice barely above a whisper, though wild with enthusiasm. "Oh, baby, I love that cock. I want to taste you.