Duel of the Fates

“If you want me to stay… make me.” Becca tells you.

You don’t understand her at first, and what it is that she wants you to do, but you look into her reddened eyes and see the **** little girl you saw crying earlier. Her eyes are pleading with you — and for a split second, you see your daughter, Stella.

You see Stella as you saw her this morning. The one that just thought she ruined her closest friendship because she couldn’t return Cassie’s feelings. The one that was tired from crying. The one that was tired from the burden of carrying the weight on her shoulders.

After that split second, you see Becca’s own eyes again, and you realize that Becca’s eyes have even more of a tiredness to them. A tiredness from being strong all the time. A tiredness from not just having to meet expectations but exceed them. But most of all, it seems Becca’s just tired from… fighting. From fighting every day to prove her worth to people who have been devaluing it her entire life.

Just like with Stella earlier, you can see the genuineness of her request. That whatever it is that Becca’s asking for, she knows it’ll make her happy even for just a moment. You’ll gladly do what she’s asking for in a heartbeat, you’re just not sure what it is she’s asking for exactly.

You at least know what she wants is something sexual, since her look is unmistakable regarding that. However, a part of you is hesitating to do what you’d normally do since you know Becca’s preferences.

‘Does she want you to submit like before?’ You think to yourself.

In this position, with her back towards you and your arms wrapped around her waist, it seems like a silly thought. But she did say what she wanted like they were commands — ‘Take me. Make me.’

Your train of thought crashes to a stop when the eyes you were staring at shifts again. They’ve grown colder once more, as Becca seems to have put up her facade while you hesitated.

“You can’t even prove me wrong, can you?” Becca asks in disappointment. “Our sexual compatibility is truly non-existent.” Becca tells you with an emotionless voice.

It’s after hearing this that your body moves on its own. Your left arm wraps around her waist tighter, while your right arm goes straight to her chest. With how tightly your arms are wrapping her, it forces her to cling closer to your body. In turn, you push your body closer to hers, making her fall forward towards the door.

Becca prevents her face from slamming on the door with both her hands, before turning her head towards you with an expectant look in her eye and her mouth slightly agape. Whatever cold facade she momentarily put up while you were hesitating has melted away with your forcefulness.

You said it to Becca yourself — ‘There’s no need to pretend with me.’

‘Why should you pretend with her?’

Becca looks back at you with a gleam in her eye. She looks deep into your eyes, like she’s looking into your soul. Her eyes glance down towards your lips for a split second, before quickly returning up. This is all you needed to see before pouncing on her lips without hesitation. Your tongues swirl wildly in each other’s mouths as you both release the pent up energy from all the stress that today had to offer.

As the two of you kiss, Becca repositions herself and stretches her arms straight, pushing her away from the door, but also pushing her butt onto your crotch. Without warning, her hand goes towards your belt. Without even looking or parting her lips from yours, Becca unbuckles your belt loose, unbuttons your pants, and unzips it. Within just a few seconds, Becca already has the waistband of your underwear tucked under your balls to free your semi-erect cock.

Becca then hikes her skirt above her butt, exposing her stocking covered ass, and the deep purple lace panties she’s wearing underneath. It’s at this point that Becca breaks away from making out with you, and licks the palm of her hand as she stares deep into your eyes.

Becca’s eyes look at you expectantly as her moistened hand lowers onto your cock. She starts jerking the head expertly, with her thumb rubbing against your frenulum, while her wet palm coats your glans. It doesn’t take long before your cock fully stands up at attention.

Becca bites her lower lip as she stares deep into your eyes. Her hand directs the tip of your cock towards her pussy, but all it feels is the silk of her stockings.

“Rip them open.” Becca commands you in a whispery voice.

“You didn’t say please.” You tease Becca with a warm smile.

Becca can only look into your eyes as you tease her. You and her are almost battling with your stares, as her eyes try to coax you to do what she wants, while you tell her you won’t budge on your request with yours. The grip she has on your cock gets tighter, and her rubbing of your frenulum with her thumb becomes giddier. Almost as if every flick of her thumb is her willing herself to say the words you’ve been waiting for out loud.

“Please, Daddy.” Becca finally says the magic words.

“Take me.” Becca says again in her whispery voice.

*RIIIP*

You rip open the crotch of her stockings, pull her panties aside, and penetrate her with the tip of your dick in a matter of seconds. She leans her head back closer and closer towards you, as you inch more and more of your cock inside her. The deeper you go inside her vaginal walls, the louder her guttural moan gets, and you have to muffle it with your hand. The sound that comes out of Becca, even as muffled as you can make it, is almost inhuman. You can feel in your hand Becca’s release of every bit of stress and frustration that she’s been carrying with her groan, and she pounds the door in ecstasy once her pussy completely swallows the entirety of your length.

Without another word from Becca, you move your free hand to grip her waist, and start pounding her roughly. Becca’s moans match the cadence of your movement, released with every slam of your crotch into hers. Becca’s upper body falls forward, leaning on the door to keep herself from falling forward completely.

You couldn’t have imagined ever taking Becca in this position. Granted, you’ve done so before, but she was still technically in a dominant position since she was on top of both Brooke and Maddy. Right now though, there’s no denying you are in control of her pleasure. Nor can Becca deny that she’s pretending this time.

She wanted this.

Becca could have turned around to face you. Push you to the ground and laid on top of you to make you submit. But she didn’t do any of that. She asked you… begged you to take her this way… and despite your rough fucking of her, Becca’s guttural moans clearly denote she’s in the throes of ecstasy.

With her ponytail swinging wildly, and Becca seemingly enjoying being roughly taken, you make the most of the opportunity in front of you and grab her ponytail with your hand that’s not covering her mouth. You pull on it gently, and instead of just pulling her head back, Becca straightens up her back so she’s not leaning on the door with her hands anymore.

Becca looks like she’s in another world. Her eyes in the back of her head with her mouth agape releasing constant moans. However, they’re not guttural anymore. They’re breathier now, almost like she’s panting. You continue on like this for a few more minutes until Becca’s legs buckle from her orgasm, and you wrap your arms around her so she won’t fall on the floor.

You pull Becca back with you, until you hit your butt on her desk. You’re both panting heavily from exhaustion, but it’s clear that Becca’s heavy breathing is from more than just physical exertion. Becca closes her eyes as she leans the back of her head on your shoulder, and in barely a whisper, you hear her say a few words that mean the world after everything that just transpired in this room.

“I love you.”