Chapter 9 Benny #3
Sophie kisses me again, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I thrust myself against her hand again, eliciting another moan from her, and I have my answer. She grabs my chub in her hand and squeezes and it feels so fucking good I can’t help but moan from the touch.
And then her hand starts to move. Faster. She squeezes and strokes and my head falls back, my eyes falling shut because it feels amazing. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come just like this. Like a damn teenager who just discovered his cock.
My breath comes in fast as I continue to thrust, my cock straining in my pants. I can already feel my balls getting heavy and tight.
I grasp her by the hips, my hands sliding up beneath the hem of her dress. As she continues to squeeze and stroke me, I hold her gaze in challenge as I slide my hand up underneath her dress.
Tell me to stop. Please, dear God, tell me to stop.
She shakes her head. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Momentarily, I wonder if I said that out loud, because I don’t remember speaking, or if she’s just so good at reading minds that she can read mine.
I push her dress up with my hands and it scrunches around her hips, exposing her orange, lacy panties.
I slide them over as best I can, getting a good look at her bare pussy.
There’s the lightest stubble, telling me she must’ve shaved in the last day or so.
I run my thumb over the slight hair growth and her entire body shivers.
“You like when I touch you? Like this?” I ask as I do it again. Her response comes in a squealed yes as she squeezes my cock. So I do it again, this time letting my pointer finger graze over her folds so I can feel how wet she is.
She’s soaked.
“You’re so wet,” I say, my voice heavy and full of lust.
“That’s what you do to me,” she says hazily. “What you’ve always done for me.”
Her words hit me, but I don’t understand them. I can’t. Because when the tip of my finger slides in just enough to feel her warmth, I lose all sight of everything.
Her pussy quivers from the intrusion as I slide my finger deeper inside her.
“Is this what you want, princess?” I growl as her pussy pulses around my finger. I pull it out slowly and she mewls in agony.
“Yes,” she says.
“Want me to make you come all over my hand, huh?”
And then before I can move again, I jump because her fingers graze right over my ampallang piercing.
The friction is both satisfying and painful at the same time, because my pants are so tight, but she’s touching me, and I realize how close I actually am.
I certainly don’t want to come in my pants right now, but—
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” The concern in her voice is evident as I freeze, my cock twitching, begging to be freed.
“Fine,” I breathe. “You just…hit the spot where I’m pierced, and I wasn’t expecting it.” I let out a heavy breath, catching my own.
Her touch leaves me and for a minute, I think I fucked up. But then I feel her small hands on my waistband, the button opening to relieve tension. And then I feel her sliding my zipper down, and her warm palm against my tight bulge as a flush of precum coats me.
Her breath is shaky and her gaze meets mine. She’s nervous. Maybe it’s because she’s drunk. Maybe it’s because she knows this is a bad idea. Maybe it’s because she isn’t sure about this any more than I am, but the way her pussy flutters around my finger tells me everything I need to know.
“Anything,” I repeat. “Anything you want.” I curl my finger inside of her. “All you have to do is ask.”
She gently rocks her hips against my finger and her juices coat my hand and wrist. I slide another inside her, watching as she takes that bottom lip in between her teeth.
“I want to see it,” she says.
I chuckle. “Then look all you want, kitten.” I gently stroke her inner walls and she sucks in a heavy breath, and I take my free hand and pull my cock out. The cool air on my shaft is welcome and relieving and I don’t miss the gasp that escapes her lips.
“Oh my God,” she says, her pussy tightening around my fingers. “You’re—”
I’ve never felt more on the spot as her eyes widen and she reaches out, her fingers delicately flicking the piercing at my tip, which causes a fresh bout of precum to escape and my cock to jump.
Her fingers slide down my shaft softly, spreading the precum that’s smeared from being pressed against my underwear, and I let out a moan, incapable of staying quiet because her fingers on my skin, on my shaft, feel too damn good.
“Told you the rumors were true,” I grit out.
“No,” she says, wrapping her small hand around my thick, long cock. “So much better than I imagined.”
Her words settle on me, her praise and lust-tinged whisper making me feel like the king of the fucking world.
“You imagine my cock a lot, Sophie?” I tease, mostly just because I’m feeling too vulnerable, too close with my fingers in her warm pussy and her hand wrapped around my leaking cock.
She nods. “All the time when we were in high school,” she says, gently stroking me. My balls draw tight and I know it’s not going to be long.
I don’t tell her that I’ve thought about this moment a lot too.
Her with her hand wrapped around my cock or her mouth wrapped around my cockhead, her tongue flicking my piercing.
Mostly I’ve thought about how warm and wet her pussy would feel, wrapped around my cock, about how pretty she would look with my cum spilling out of her.
I knew I shouldn’t have felt that way back then. Which is why I made a point to sink my cock into every woman I could, every woman who wasn’t Sophie, to try and erase those thoughts. And for awhile, it worked.
But now that I have Sophie here, with her hand around my cock and my fingers buried in her pussy, it’s impossible to ignore those thoughts.
“Tell me what you thought about,” I order as our bodies shift. She lies down on her side, burrowing closer to me. Her hand cups my cockhead and her motion drives my fingers in deeper. I build my rhythm, pumping my fingers in and out of her. “Tell me about how you imagined my cock filling you.”
Sophie’s mouth finds mine, effectively shutting me up as she slides her tongue against mine and starts to stroke me. Fast and hard. Her pussy pulses around my fingers and I continue my onslaught, breaking away as my lips find her ear.
“That’s what you thought about, right?” I taunt her. “Thought about this big, thick cock, stretching you, filling you full of cum.”
I stop my movements and she growls in frustration. “Don’t stop,” she mewls. “Please.”
I know I have her exactly where I want her.
At my mercy.
In all my fantasies, I always imagined she’d be different. Not as demanding.
But the real thing is so much better. Seeing her all worked up and desperate…it echoes my own feelings, and I love it.
“Say the words and I’ll let you come, princess,” I taunt her as I resume my slow pumps into her pussy.
Sophie’s breaths come in labored and heavy as her fingers flick my ring and I wince. It feels good, but it also hurts a little.
I smile, because that’s Sophie. Sweet and sour all in one bite.
She sucks in a breath as she pumps my cock, slathering precum along my shaft as I continue to leak like a damn faucet. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this wet for anyone before, and the fact is not lost on me.
“I want to come,” she mewls. “Please, Benny, let me come…”
That does it.
I can’t hold back my own orgasm as I come hard and fast in her hand and she kisses me. I curl my fingers and use my thumb to stroke her clit, and she comes immediately, just like I knew she would.
Her mouth hungrily assaults mine as we come undone together. Her juices drip down my hand, down my wrist as I continue to spurt into her hand. When she breaks away, I remove my hand, my gaze holding hers as I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean, tasting her arousal on my tongue.
Fuck, she’s sweet. Like sugar and cream. Perfect.
“Mmm,” I murmur. “Better than I imagined.”
Sophie swallows as her cheeks flush and she lets my softening cock go. When she brings her hand up, it’s shaking and full of my cum. Spilling through her fingers, down her wrist. Her eyes meet mine, and she draws one finger into her mouth, her irises blazing with heat.
She closes her eyes and sucks my cum off her finger, making a show of it. Her tongue wraps around it and she moans, and my semi-hard cock jumps in agreement, but I don’t have anymore in me.
I feel lightheaded, like I could truly pass out.
I grab her hand, pull her finger out of her mouth, and kiss her.
Hard. Her hand rests on my shirt, smearing my cum all over it, but I don’t care.
I can still taste her on my tongue, and I can taste myself on hers, and it’s a heady flavor, the both of us together.
“Mine,” I mutter in her mouth as I pull her into my arms. Her pussy rubs against my cock as I lose myself in her kiss. In the feel of her body against mine. When we break apart, she curls close to my chest and I let the exhaustion take hold and I pray that I never wake up.
Because I know without a doubt that nothing will ever be the same, now that I’ve tasted Sophie Martin.
Now that she’s mine.