Sugar Baby Mine

Chapter 14

Ben backs us toward the couch when we get back to his apartment, his hands under the hem of my skirt as he strokes the backs of my thighs. He licks into my neck and I tilt my head to the side, his teeth scraping over my pulse. A skittering of heat swirls in my limbs, and I already feel like he’s about to set me on fire.

We stumble as I kick out of my boots and I fist his sweater in my hands, holding on as we tilt and shift, moving through the room. He looms over me, bowing my back as he toes out of his tennis shoes and grasps my waist like a lifeline. His lips skate over my collarbone, fingers dragging my shirt up inch by inch.

I feel the arm of the couch behind my legs as he leans over me and I cling to his neck to stay upright, my toes barely scraping the floorboards.

“Ben.” His name comes out a sigh, impatience crawling over my skin and making me dizzy.

“Yes?” He flutters a kiss to the bare skin above the neckline of my shirt before pulling back slightly. My back thanks him for it as I straighten up and perch on the arm of the couch.

He reaches down to adjust his hard cock, and I lick my lips.

“More.”

“Use your words then, or I’ll call you little girl.”

A frustrated groan slips past my lips, and I fist a hand in his sweater and yank until he takes a step forward into the cradle of my thighs as I widen my knees. I rock up against the hard line of his cock angled at my hip and tilt my head back at the small buzz of friction that only makes me more desperate. “I want more.”

“You want more what?”

I’m tempted to do bodily harm to him.

And he thinks I’m the brat?

But his hands slide over my thighs, dipping under the hem of the thigh-highs and teasing my warm skin as he ducks his head to press his mouth against my pouting lips. I suddenly forget what I’m supposed to be angry at him for.

I tug Ben further into me until his chest presses against mine and there isn’t a lick of space left between us. He bites my lip, tugging, and if I were a cat, I’d be purring for him. I breathe in the taste of the cinnamon gum he loves so much and I want to drown in it, in him.

“I want you to fuck me. Don’t hold back. I want you to make it hurt.”

The dark look that colors his features is addictive. The way his pupils stretch to the rim and his nostrils flare as he pulls in a deep inhale is so satisfying. The fingers tucked under my thigh-highs dig in, and he jerks me forward in a roll against his pelvis.

My clit throbs as need zips down my spine like the crack of a whip.

It’s not enough. Never enough.

“Don’t worry,” he breathes against the bow of my lips, a kiss so fleeting I nearly surge up and chase him. “I’ll give you what you need and you’ll thank me for it, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I say without a stitch of hesitation.

His hands slide underneath my skirt to grab at my hips and ass, yanking me into the harsh thrust of his hips. I writhe in his hold, my knees kicking up to squeeze him tight so his cock stays pressed up against the wet gusset of my panties. I regret wearing underwear at all right now.

“Mmm.” His chest rumbles against mine with the sound, lips feathering over my jaw. He nips at the lobe of my ear, and I can’t help the moan that follows. “I have a lot of ideas for tonight. Have you ever taken a cock in this tight little ass? A toy? Fingers?”

He squeezes my ass beneath the spread of his hands.

I shake my head, tilting to the side as his teeth and tongue trace the column of my throat. “Only ever my fingers. By myself.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I think so. But it’d be better with a partner. I’ve just never wanted that with anyone I’ve been with before.”

Ben makes another humming sound, pulling back to look down at me. One of his hands trails up my side over the curve of my shoulder, tipping my chin up as he stands tall above me. I feel so small as he looks down at me, but as his thumb drags over my bottom lip, I feel seen. His quiet assessment as he watches the way my breath heaves my chest, the flutter of my eyelashes, the twitch of my lips because I want him to put his thumb in my mouth so I can suck.

“And what about now?” he asks, the pad of his thumb sweeping over my lip so softly. I hear the real question beneath his touch: What about me?

“I want you to give me what I need. I want you to give me everything.”

His lips tip up into a smile that makes my heart skip. “That’s my girl, so good for me.”

The brat in me bristles despite the flush that warms my cheeks as I soak up his praise like a dehydrated cactus in the desert.

“First, I want you to take your shirt and bra off. Let me see those perky little tits.”

I grab the hem of my shirt without any sort of protest as he takes a half step back. I lift it and toss it on the floor along with my bralette. Ben’s gaze doesn’t waver from my face, but he brings a hand up the curve of my hip, fingers grazing up my stomach until he reaches just beneath my breast. His thumb sweeps over the slightly indented skin where the lace was cutting in, and he soothes it as his eyes drop down my body in a slow glide.

“This for me?” he asks, his fingers brushing my hardening nipples, tugging on the end of the heart jewelry I swapped for this morning.

“Yes,” I nearly stutter as heat fans the flames in my blood and I lean into his touch. “You seemed to really like my piercings, and these are cute.”

“Very cute. I find I like it very much when you dress up for me.”

He pinches my nipple, pulling on the jewelry again. I can’t help it when I arch up and reach out to grab at him with a groan spilling out my throat. Over and over, he pinches and releases, swiping his thumb over my nipple to soothe and then moving to the other side to do the same.

I feel like melting into the floor.

“Too much,” I groan. My arms and legs begin to tremble with the effort to hold myself still, to stay upright in his hold. His touch gentles and holds the weight of my breast in his palm.

“I’ll decide when it’s too much tonight. I’m in charge of your pleasure, Emmeline. Every gasp, every moan, every clench of your pussy. Every orgasm is mine. But you will always have your safe word, use it when you need to.”

If, not when. My brain automatically registers that as a challenge.

I twist the fabric of his sweater in my fists, yanking him into me again until his chest crushes against my breasts. His hand slips to the dip in my waist, his palm fitting over the curve so naturally that I try not to get caught up on how that makes my stomach flutter violently.

“I am green as the fucking grass,” I bite out, making him shake his head with a laugh.

“You’re such a brat. So predictable,” he draws out with a wistful sigh. “You always seem to fall right into the trap I set. Maybe I should call you little mouse instead?”

I bang a fist against his chest. “Fuck you.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Ben catches my wrist, holding my arm to the side as he leans in to brush his lips in a tease over mine. “Ask me nicely, and I will.”

That just makes me want to be more defiant than anything else in the world. Maybe that’s more of what he expects. As much as I want to fight him, as much as I want him to force me to submit, I want to fuck him up even more. Until he’s so desperate to get inside my pussy that he blows with the first clench of my walls around him.

I flutter my lashes and lean into him to brush my nose along his, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Daddy.”

His grip around my wrist tightens, and I can feel the way his cock jumps in his pants with his pelvis pressed tight to mine. I nearly wreck the whole thing by laughing out loud.

“Emmeline,” he warns, his tone is low and gravelly. I want him to read the entire dictionary to me like that. “Turn around and bend your ass over the arm of the couch.”

I slide off the edge as he drops my wrist and give him a gentle push with the tips of my fingers so I can turn in place. My stomach rests over the arm of the couch as I bend forward, the leather cool beneath my heated skin as I plant my hands on the seat and shuffle to spread my feet apart. I wiggle my hips, the pleats of my skirt barely covering anything in this position.

“How’s this?”

Ben steps back, the comforting warmth of his body vanishing all too quickly.

He gives an assessing hum, trailing his finger up the back of my thigh between my thigh-highs and the hem of my skirt already halfway up my ass. He knocks my stance wider with his foot before flipping the end of my skirt up and tucking it into the waistband to hold in place.

“Better now,” he says after a beat, fingers trailing over my thighs and hips before hooking and dragging my panties down, leaving them stretched between my knees. “I like when you’re bent over and on display, just for me.”

“Well, I don’t see anyone else here.”

As soon as the words leave my lips, his hand cracks down against my ass in a swat that stings harder than when he spanked me with his belt. I suck in a breath, my body tensing up as pain blooms along my skin, like the quick strike of a match. It burns in my veins, bubbling up and over when he brings his hand down again in another swat that has me jolting forward, making my clit throb in response.

“What was that?” he asks, his tone glinting with danger. I can feel it slither over my skin, threatening to suffocate me as his breath blows over the dip of my spine—down, down, down, until his lips graze over the skin of my ass where his hand print feels freshly tattooed. I nearly vault over the couch at the sensation.

“Fuck,” I pant out, squeezing my eyes closed as his lips soothe the skin with a feather touch of a kiss. “Just for you—” my voice shakes, “—only you.”

“And who is this dripping wet pussy for?”

His fingers glide over my folds, and I can hear how wet I am as he slicks his fingers down to my clit. He rubs a gentle circle, and my eyes flutter open. l practically fist the couch beneath my grasp.

“You, Daddy.”

Ben gives me an appreciative hum, and he leans forward over my back again to put his lips at my ear. His tongue flicks over the space just below the lobe, and I want nothing more than for him to possess me—mind, body, and soul. I don’t know how, but he has me under his spell and I don’t know how I’ll ever break it.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, his slick fingers gentling over my clit to rub it directly.

I push against his hand, head bobbing in a nod as pleasure floods my limbs and begins to swirl. I’m already getting drunk on it.

“Words, Emmeline.”

My chest tightens on a breath, lips nearly trembling with want. “I want your fingers in my pussy.”

“See, was that really so hard?” His breath curls in my ear, eliciting a heady fog in my brain as his fingers slide up and down. “This little pussy is so wet, so needy for any part of me to fill you. I hate to see you suffer, but it looks so pretty on you.”

My mouth drops open, half-formed thoughts lost in my throat as he swirls his fingers through the wetness of my arousal. He rubs directly over my clit in a rough swipe, and I nearly fold all the way in half as my forehead touches the couch cushion.

Ben nuzzles into the space between my shoulders, lips seeking to cover every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His other hand drifts over my hip, up my waist, covering my breast with the whole of his hand. He rubs the rough surface of his palm over my nipple before pinching it between his fingers and playing me like a symphony.

My entire body feels aflame with the ministrations of his fingers, his teeth and lips biting into my neck and shoulders so I won’t be able to look in the mirror without seeing his mark all over my skin again. The possessive urge to rake my fingernails down his back and claw him until he bleeds rages under my fingers as I clutch at the couch.

He trails over my entrance, fingertips pressing into my pussy. It’s obscene—the sound that his fingers make sliding into me, but I only knock my head to the side and bite my lip.

“Such a tight, wet cunt. Can’t wait to get my cock inside you,” Ben breathes over the sensitive skin at my shoulder, fingers punctuating the words with a sharp thrust. I shudder when he pinches my nipple and tugs, extending the way my mind blanks.

As nice as two of his fingers feel, I want his cock inside me just as much as he does. A moan slips past my lips, uninvited, at the thought.

“Is that what you want, Emmeline?” He drags my name out as his fingers rub along the front wall of my pussy. “For me to fuck you?” He pushes a little deeper for good measure—and my head lolls as a whimper sounds from my throat. “Been wet and thinking about my cock stuffing you full since you had it last?”

I grit my teeth to hold back another moan, arousal and irritation clashing in equal measure.

“Do you ever shut up?”

“You want me to?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“I think that’s a lie.” He withdraws from my pussy to add a third finger and grinds deep. I nearly cry out with the surprise of it, arching up as I straighten my arms out and lift myself back up to rest on my palms.

“Because when I talk”—his voice is at my ear now, breathy and low, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut in order to focus on not fucking coming—“you clench around my fingers. Like you enjoy it. Like you enjoy it very much.”

“I don’t.”

His teeth nip at my earlobe, and I’m ready to surrender even if I hate myself.

“Are you sure about that? Because I think you like it when I tell you all the filthy things I’d like to do to you. I think you like being my little slut, pushing back just enough but still letting me use this pussy like it’s my fuck toy.”

Oh fuck—my cunt grips his fingers as he tries to angle them deeper. Between Ben just being fucking Ben, his fingers pressing into my g-spot and his other hand pinching my nipple, I’m horribly close to something Earth-shattering.

“Do you want to come, Emmeline? I can tell you’re already desperate for it.” He slows his strokes to a near standstill, hand leaving my breast to push down on my lower back and hold me in place. “Beg me to let you come.”

I may as well be one of the stars in the sky, a stone at the bottom of a lake, a flower petal floating in the wind—I feel out of body, like splintered glass, tendrils stretching through the pane looking for the edges.

His voice skates over every one of my fraying nerves. “Beg. Me.”

He brings his soaked fingers up to slick over my clit and I jerk, twitching as my hips roll into his touch only for him to take it away again.

“Ben,” I croak, legs and arms trembling uncontrollably as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me with a languid sweep that seems to touch me everywhere. Each nerve ending lights up from the top of my head to my toes. “P—please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please…” I swallow down the inelegant phrase that’s on the tip of my tongue. “Please—”

His fingers make that tortuous come hither motion right over my g-spot and my pussy clenches, my clit throbs for more attention, and my thighs begin to shake. I’m worried for the integrity of his couch because I feel like I might just tear a hole in it.

“Oh my God, let me come. I’m so fucking close. Please let me come.”

“Did you forget?” he teases, stilling his movement. I feel so cold as his breath blows over my neck, goosebumps all over my skin as the pleasure halts like ice raining down on me. “I’m in charge. God isn’t here to accept any penance tonight. Your sins are all mine.”

I bite my tongue hard, sharp pain blistering through my skull that somehow doesn’t manage to ring louder than the echo of his touch as he withdraws his fingers from my pussy. My hips roll desperately, chasing the remnants before it fades.

“Oh, baby, I was never gonna let you come so easily. Where would the fun in that be? I’m going to drag it out, just a little longer, and the drop is going to be so sweet.”

The promise curls like a dreamy haze around my limbs, but the edge of them is a knife flitting between my ribs.

I want to believe him, desperately, but the rational part of my brain that’s nearly lost beneath the fog is telling me just a little longer can be very subjective. And I realize now that I’m not above begging at all. Not above groveling. Not above getting down on my knees and fucking praying at Ben’s feet like he’s my God if that’s what it’ll fucking take.

Shifting my weight between my feet, I huff out a breath and relax my hands over the couch cushion. If I had anything other than short nails, they’d all be fucking wrecked by now.

“Ben,” I hedge as I try to turn to look at him over my shoulder—but he grabs at the base of my ponytail and yanks backward until my back bows and all I’m staring at is the ceiling as my jaw drops open, taking me a second to get my breath back.

“As much as I love it when you say my name, I want more than just your words. You’re going to show me exactly how much you want it.”

He lets up on my hair and my scalp echoes the siren song beating in my blood for more, for less, for pain, for pleasure. The conflict that thrills my brain and heart can wage a war that goes on and on.

“I want you to spread your ass cheeks open and show me that dripping pussy.” He leans in to speak directly in my ear, “Show me how much you want to come.”

I’m not sure if I’m allowed to talk back, and for once I don’t even have the words, anyway. My skin feels like it’s on fire. I rest my weight on my stomach over the couch to raise my arms back and grab at my ass, pulling until I’m showing off the spread of my pussy and asshole.

Ben leans back, the warmth of his body disappearing again as he makes an appraising hum. I can feel the roam of his gaze, and my eyes squeeze shut for the long beat of silence until I hear his footsteps padding away.

“That’s my girl. Pussy so wet it’s dripping down your thighs. Hungry for some more attention, hm? Stay just like this for me, and I’ll give it to you.”

He pushes the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows as he walks away, and it’s so arousing I have to fight the urge to squeeze my legs together. The heated glance he flashes at me says more than if he’d said anything aloud. He disappears down the hallway, out of sight. I count each of my breaths while he’s gone, staying so still that in any other circumstance I’d be demanding my goddamn prize already.

It’s either a few seconds or a few minutes before he returns, I can’t even tell the difference.

He comes around the side of the couch, where I’ve pressed my face to the cushion, and grabs the base of my ponytail, tugging until I’m lifting up. My face is tilted to him, jaw slack as my scalp screams.

“Stick out your tongue.”

He flicks the gold cap open on a cream-colored bottle of lube before inverting it to squeeze a few drops onto my outstretched tongue.

I savor the way the liquid is so silky smooth, mild, and fruity all at once.

“It’s really sweet. Melon-y. Cantaloupe?” I ask, licking my lower lip and gazing up at him as his grip on my ponytail tightens and my throat constricts with a swallow.

“Close.” Ben tilts the bottle again, and I tilt my head back even further as I drop my mouth open for him to drizzle the liquid over my parted lips and I barely suppress a shudder. “Honeydew.”

I lick my lips, giving him a hum. “I could eat that whole thing.”

“You’ve got a sweet tooth, huh?”

You have no idea.

Out of all my favorite candies, of the thousands of gummy bears I’ve decimated, Ben is by far the biggest craving I’ve ever had. I can’t think of anything I’ve ever wanted more than him.

“I’m a sugar baby after all, aren’t I?” I flick my tongue over my lower lip, meeting the resistance of his hold on my ponytail as I shift on my feet. I readjust the grip of the flesh of my ass with a flex of my fingers.

“My sugar baby,” he croons as the corner of his mouth tips up into a feral smirk.

My stomach flutters at the pure possession flooding his tone.

“And are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“The best.”

He lets my hair fall from his grasp and my head pounds, my scalp tingling as my vision whites out. I blink, and everything comes into focus again as I watch Ben lick the drip of lube rolling down the cap of the bottle. It’s shameful that I wish that was me. One little action has me close to panting like a dog in heat.

I shift on my feet again as he moves behind me until I can’t see anymore and am listening for his movements. Meanwhile, I sound like I could use a hit of an inhaler.

The first drizzle of lube runs from my ass to clit, and I would’ve startled if I wasn’t entirely expecting it.

I clench up everywhere regardless.

Ben drizzles more lube over my asshole, and his thumb brushes over the curve of my hip before dragging through the liquid and then pressing against the tight ring of muscle.

“How’s this?”

“Good.” My head droops with a sharp inhale as he rubs, thumb pressing inside just enough to give me a taste. “Green, very green,” I add, hips shifting to move both away and toward him all at once.

“More?”

“Yes, please. I want more—I can handle anything you want to give me.”

“You’re being so good for me, baby girl.” He pulses his thumb in and out of my ass. I love the way the burn of his touch settles and soothes the chaos beating in my chest. “I almost miss my sassy little slut. But she’s in there, isn’t she? Desperate to fuck her ass on my fingers?”

I can only nod as he brings up two fingers to take his thumb’s place and slowly pushes one inside, leaving me shaking.

“Fuck.” I don’t have anything else to say.

“Tell me how it feels.”

My head lolls to the side, tongue heavy as he slips another finger inside me. There’s only a brief stretch and burn before my hips are rocking back to meet the thrust of his fingers.

I can barely think, my clit throbbing along with my heartbeat and shaking with the effort to hold myself in place for him while he’s out here wanting my dissertation on the experience.

But I can read between the lines; he’s checking in again.

“Your fingers are much bigger than mine.”

He pauses mid-thrust, and I have to bite down on my cheek to stop myself from babbling out something horrifyingly embarrassing.

“I like it,” I breathe. “I want you to fuck my ass with your fingers and my pussy with your cock.”

He lets loose a breath as he leans over my back, the warm air brushing over the dip in my spine. I can feel the ghost of his lips as they trail upward as he strokes his fingers inside of me.

“You want me to own every one of your tight, little holes, baby? I’m more than happy to oblige. If only I had something to shove between those pretty lips.”

My skin erupts into goosebumps, my stomach flipping. I stretch my knees a little wider, and when the fabric of my panties bites harder into my skin, I nearly tell him he can put those in my mouth.

I’ll save that for next time.

“Don’t make me ask again, Ben. Fuck. Me.”

“See, there’s my little fuckin’ brat—” He licks up the center of my spine and strokes his fingers into me with a hard thrust that takes my breath away. “Haven’t been able to fuck the sass out of you yet, but I’ll get there.”

If I don’t kill him first, maybe.

“You’d have to fuck me stupid for that to happen.”

He leans back and rocks his hips into me as he withdraws his fingers from my ass, his cock grinding into the spot where his handprint still feels like a fresh tattoo. God, he needs to get rid of his fucking pants before I lose it.

“You’re not the only one who’s competitive.”

I roll my eyes, glad he can’t see how far back they go or else he might spank me again.

Though let’s be honest, I wouldn’t exactly mind it.

But more than anything, I want him to let me come. Fuck, if he spanked me across my clit right now, it’d probably be enough to set me off.

The plea that’s bubbling up my throat, as much as my pride wants to swallow it down, doesn’t make it past the buzzing of my lips before I hear the blessed sound of the zipper on his jeans.

Ben grabs at my hips just beneath where I’m holding myself wide open for him. He jerks me back against the cradle of his hips where he’s tugged his pants down; his cock is hot and heavy. He slides between the slick skin of my ass cheeks, over my pussy, and I push back against him as hard as I can.

He tuts. “So impatient.”

“I’m impatient because you’re edging me,” I pant out as he lets his cock rub over my clit.

“Say that again when we’ve been at this for hours.”

I almost break.

“Oh, fuck you. Fuck your fancy ass expensive apartment, fuck your car, fuck your stupid, ugly, devastingly handsome face—”

His hand clamps over the back of my neck, pushing me down until my face is pressed into the couch cushion just as his cock slides into my cunt in one smooth glide. The relief from that alone is so immeasurable.

“Such a dirty fucking slut for any attention, aren’t you?”

Ben leans over me, his weight pressing down on my hips as I suck a breath in through tight ribs, huffing out a low whine. The flex of his fingers on the sides of my throat is like a weighted blanket and all the thoughts rattling around in my head begin to settle.

A moan drops from my lips, and I have to let go of my ass and scramble to grab anywhere on the couch as he pumps his hips into me. It’s the most I can do to just take it as he leads into a brutal rhythm, hips slamming into me over and over as he stretches me out and I clench around him, finally feeling full.

“Fuck, Ben—” I choke on my tongue, tripping over my words as he manages to hit my g-spot until I can’t think straight. “I’m gonna come if you keep this up.”

He almost sighs. “Well, I can’t have that just yet.”

I hang onto the yet with some semblance of hope that he isn’t about to just use me like his cock sleeve and leave me hanging.

The loss of his cock as he pulls out is devastating though.

A whine falls from my lips, and I fist my hands into the couch cushion until my knuckles turn white. My legs and arms are shaking, my lower lip trembling, and I’m about to get on my hands and knees and fucking pray to him.

The cap of the lube snaps open again, and he drizzles more of the liquid over my ass and pussy.

“The wetter the better, though your pussy is still gripping me like it never wants to let go.”

Before I can tell him he’s cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, he guides his cock back inside me and slides his slick fingers up to my asshole, pushing two inside.

The rub of his fingers against that thin wall that separates my ass and pussy makes my arms jerk as I lift my chin from the couch to look over my shoulder.

Ben looks like a malevolent God, every bit the deity I’d sacrifice myself to. His hair is pushed up off his forehead, and there’s a bead of sweat rolling down his neck that I want to lick up. I want to map every inch of his body to see what drives him to the desperation that he so easily pulls from me. Trace the tattoos running down the length of his arm with my fingers. Lick my way up the lean muscle of his torso. Suck his cock until my throat memorizes the shape and every little vein.

He strokes into me with both his fingers and cock, working in tandem, so I feel so fucking full of him.

“Another finger,” I groan out, pushing back against him and drawing him further inside. The stretch of him carving me out is so good, so much better than my fingers or any dildo. I want this for fucking ever. I press my cheek down into the cushion, lips parting to suck in a breath.

“Since you’re being so fucking—” he groans out a muffled curse, and my mind fills in the blank.

But he gives me exactly what I asked for, and if I’m not careful, that’ll go to my head.

“Holy shit,” I garble out, feeling drunk as my eyes roll back in my head.

His hips roll against me, and I shift my hips to meet him as best I can, wanting all of him, as much as I can take. The effort of it all has me panting, toes curling so tight a cramp threatens my calf as he works me over.

“Emmeline,” he grunts. My name sounds like heaven on his tongue—Nirvana calling me home.

My pussy spasms, my legs tremble, and heat blooms in my chest, my cheeks, and my belly until I feel like I’m going to catch aflame.

It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Please, please, please—may I come, Daddy?”

I can feel his resounding hum all the way in my pussy. His hips never stall, his fingers slowing only to punctuate each thrust, and the fast and slow combination only makes me want to sob as drool spills over my parted lips.

“I think you’ve earned it. Show me what a good girl you are and come on my cock and fingers.”

I shake with the anticipation of relief so close I can taste it, skating through my veins and sizzling along every frayed nerve. I’ve never had an orgasm from penetration alone, but here I am, so close to the edge. I clamp my eyes shut and then his cock rubs up just so, making I lose it.

“There, there, there, right there—” Ben thrusts into me just a little harder, and I hiccup.

He yanks me back onto his cock and each slam of his hips, each thrust of his fingers until he crooks them just so, and the pressure sends me careening, sailing, diving off the edge of the cliff I’ve been skirting.

“So fucking good,” he groans. “Come for me, baby.”

I do.

And it has never felt so fucking good.

My senses fill with the overwhelming pleasure and euphoria that have stretched me so thin, wound me so tight, and it all releases like the snap of a finger. My vision swims with white, and I shake as I ride out my high, barely aware of anything else at all.

It isn’t until I come down that I remember I need to breathe.

“Good girl.” Ben strokes my cheek with a graze of his knuckles. “You ready for my cum to fill this greedy little pussy?”

I nod.

His hips tilt against me, and he plants both palms over my hips to guide me as his cock slides through my pussy over and over. He’s unrelenting, hitting the best part of me and making my brain turn to mush.

“Give me that fucking cum, Ben,” I slur, my tongue heavy in my mouth. I gasp when he stills inside me.

“Fuck—” he groans with a hard jerk of his hips, bruising, against the swell of my ass. He comes so hard, so deep inside me that I nearly feel him in my throat. I’d worry for the integrity of my birth control if I had enough functioning brain cells firing right now.

I fist the fabric of the couch, pressing my hips back against him with all I have as I clench around him, wanting it to be good. Wanting to be good for him.

He rewards me with a quiet breath of my name as he drops over my back, hands sliding up my sides where my skin is slick with sweat and my heart is still thumping erratically. I lift my cheek from the couch for him to press a kiss to the back of my neck. The action is so tender that my skin breaks out in goosebumps all over again.

When he pulls away, he pushes a hand down over my lower back to keep me in place. When his cock slides out of me, he cups my pussy with his hand as he pushes his leaking cum back inside me with the hot presses of his fingers.

“Going to fuck my cum back into this pretty little cunt, so it stays right where it belongs.”

And if God was in this room, he would have had enough mercy on me to let me come a second time from Ben’s words alone.