continued to trace teasing circles as Becca moaned.
The beast wanted to hear her beg.
But Samir wasn't so cruel.
"Good girl," he whispered, and rewarded her with a lazy lick right on her clit.
Becca cried out and tossed her head back against the pillow.
He licked her again. She lost herself to him then, he could feel that she had let her defenses down. All she wanted was the satisfaction only he could give.
Wanting the moment to last, Samir ran his finger gently down her vulva without penetrating.
Becca began to tremble. Her hips fought his weight. The pink mouth of her vagina unfurled as if to welcome his finger.
Samir growled and ground his rigid cock into her thigh.
Becca squealed at the contact. Samir hoped it was because she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He couldn't hold off much longer.
Impatiently, he sank a finger deep inside her, sucked her stiff little clit into his mouth and licked and sucked it at the same time.
"Ahh, ahh!" Becca cried.
Almost immediately her legs stiffened and her pussy clenched his finger in ecstatic contractions.
Her climax was so intense Samir could almost feel it himself. Afraid he would lose control and come with her, he ground his teeth as he teased out the last of her pleasure.
As soon as she recovered enough that her joyful cries became pleas of overstimulation, he crawled up her body.
He was panting like a dog and his heart thundered in his chest. He needed to be inside her now .
But before he could force her legs apart and take her hard, he looked into her eyes again.
Her expression was indescribable. Unlike the women who usually found their way into his bed, she didn't look like she was trying to take a hot selfie.
She looked happy and relaxed, but that wasn't all.
No, she looked grateful.
And she looked respectful.
The beast inside him swelled with pride.
He stroked her cheek with one hand.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded happily.
"Are you ready for me?"
She looked excited but nervous. She nodded slowly.
Something occurred to him.
"Have you done this before?"
She cast her glance away like she was embarrassed and nodded quickly.
"But it wasn't like this," she whispered.
Happiness washed over him. He was so glad that he could make this good for her. He wanted to erase the memory of any other man from her body and her mind.
"I'm glad," he smiled down at her. "Look into my eyes, don't look away, baby."
She smiled into his eyes and he thought his heart would break.
As slowly as his aching cock could bear, he pressed against her opening.
Chapter 9
B ecca was still sailing on the euphoria from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. But the heat of Samir's engorged penis against her had her wound up all over again.
His pained expression told her how much effort it took him to go slowly. Becca was grateful. He was enormous, and although she knew it wasn't possible, she couldn't help picturing being split down the middle by his gigantic organ.
He groaned as he eased himself into her millimeter by millimeter.
The sound turned her on immeasurably, and Becca could feel herself opening to accept him.
He had asked her to look into his eyes, which she did, with increasing difficulty as her pleasure threatened to engulf her again. It was her instinct to hide during that vulnerable moment. But Samir wanted it for himself and she would give it to him if she could.
"I'm not going to last long," he warned her, looking into her eyes with regret.
Becca was delighted that she could make him feel such urgency.
"Why does that make you smile?"
Instead of answering, she tilted her hips and clenched down on him.
His eyes widened and his hips jerked forward involuntarily. He had filled her to the hilt.
She cried out, her whole body tingling with pleasure. And she shut her eyes.
"Open them," he said through clenched teeth.
She opened her eyes in confusion before remembering what he had asked her to do.
He was hovering over her - his eyes on fire, his jaw