it to search for something I need in my life, and Becky writhes. I have to grab her ass with both hands just to keep her in place. I squeeze her and use the grip to pull her closer to me. My tongue becomes a shovel, digging deeper and deeper into her. I feel her wetness all over my mouth and face, but I’m unbothered because it just tells me how much Becky’s loving what I’m doing. Just like Dr. Colson said, I’m paying attention to Becky’s signs, and I can tell I’m doing it right. Wetness like this can’t be wrong.
“Sean,” Becky calls for me, commanding my attention. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me right now.”
There’s no need to say anything. Listening to Becky’s request, I hop to my feet, pull down my pants, revealing the most intense erection of my life. My cock is thick with blood and veins, and I swear it’s like I never masturbated just a few hours ago. When I push my dick into Becky, it feels just as fantastic as it always does, if not better. Both of us gasp this time, amazed at how good it feels.
“Oh my God, Sean,” Becky whispers once I’m fully inserted. “Yeah, give it to me, baby.”
That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I let the pressure and anxiety from the past few weeks explode out of me as I grab Becky’s ass for leverage and begin fucking her. Her body jerks forward with each powerful stroke, and she lets out a small, high-pitched squeal each time I slam into her.
“Oh, God yes!” she exclaims, which only fuels me.
I started off going as deep as I could, but now I choose to change it up. I begin fucking Becky hard. I pound into her like I’m trying to knock any ideas of Dr. Bishop right out of her mind and onto the floor. Our bodies slap together, and I think the sound actually echoes off the walls. For the first time in our relationship, I let go of the idea that I have to make love to Becky.
Tonight, I don't want to make love to her. Tonight, I’m fucking her like I don't even love her. I fuck her like we just met and there's nothing but lust between us. I fuck her like I’ll respect her only after it’s over. I fuck Becky like I’m trying to make sure she remembers me forever, because this is a one-night stand. I want her sore tomorrow, to remind her of what I did. When Dr. Bishop walks by, staring at her with his stupid blue eyes, Becky won't think twice about him because every time she moves she’ll be reminded of my dick. If I’ve never fucked before in my life, I’m fucking hard now.
“Rub your clit,” I tell Becky while continuing to slam into her. Sweat beads on my forehead, but I don't feel like I’m going to come if I keep it up. I feel like I’m running the first lap of a marathon. I’m poised and full of energy, thanks to Dr. Colson’s prescription of masturbation. I’m a new man tonight.
“Rub your clit, Becky,” I say again. I slow down my stroke this time so I don't knock Becky over while she reaches between her legs and moves her hand back and forth over her clit. “Yeah, rub it. I want you to come while I fuck you.”
“Oh my God,” is Becky’s only response. I can't see her face while fucking her from behind, so I don't know if her eyes are closed. I don't know if she’s fantasizing about Dr. Bishop or not, but I know she has no reason to. I know she’s rubbing her clit furiously, and I can tell from how tense her muscles are that she’s working towards an orgasm.
Watching Becky, I know what’s about to happen, so I make sure to keep up the pace. I know she’s getting close, and I refuse to have come this far just to watch it all falter right in front of me. My muscles ache and burn from the work I’ve put in, but I swallow down the pain and push past it. I don't care if I sweat a puddle onto the mattress and end up having to throw it out, I refuse to stop. Like a runner, I manage my breathing, alternating my breaths with each stroke of my cock, and after only sixty seconds, I hear