Chapter 47

Becca's POV

Fred then stood up, getting rid of his own clothes. I didn't even have to stand up to see better, because he made a point of keeping me with a very clean vision for his beautiful body. Fred's body was wonderful, and I would praise it as many times as necessary.

The turned muscles, the path of hair in his belly and even the entrance of the groin, the thick and erect cock, the thick thighs that promised strong pumps at each penetration... The man was a complete package of perfection. And I think the desire of that body over mine should have been well exposed, because Fred practically grunted like a beast when he went back to bed.

Fred then captured my nipple in his mouth, sucking, spinning, and biting lightly. He made me moan, arch my body, and I felt more than ready to receive him. It was too wet. I already felt uncomfortable by the heat in the intimate region, by the lack of something to rub between my legs.

But he kept torturing me, gaining time.