Chapter Thirteen #2
I ease forward another inch and she moans loud, uncontrolled, writhing like she’s possessed.
“There it is,” she whimpers. “Fuck, you’re so deep already. How the hell do you have more?”
I don’t answer. Can’t. My brain’s a static blur of holy shit and she’s taking me and don’t come don’t come don’t come.
“Keep going,” she urges, eyes fluttering. “I want to feel it in my lungs.”
“Jesus, yes, ma’am.”
“Oh, fuck say that again,” she begs, clawing at my back. “Say it while you fuck me. You feel so fucking good, Benji, you’re splitting me open like a present.”
I groan, hips rocking forward just a little too fast. Her gasp punches through me like lightning.
“You okay?”
“I’m obsessed,” she says. “I can feel you in my stomach, oh my god, you’re so fucking deep.”
My hips jerk.
She’s tight, soaking wet, and somehow still clenching like she’s trying to break me in half. She doesn’t feel fragile. She feels perfect.
“I need a second,” I manage, fighting every instinct to slam into her and lose my soul forever.
But she doesn’t give me a second. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down until our foreheads touch.
“I want you to fuck me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters,” she whispers. “Because you already are to me.”
Oh.
Fuck.
That’s the kill shot.
I sink deeper with a groan that comes from somewhere in my spine, and she screams, high and desperate and half-wild.
“Yes, you’re so deep. Benji, you’re so fucking big.”
“Yeah?” I rasp, moving just an inch, then another. “You can take it?”
“I’ll make it fit,” she pants. “I’d let you rearrange my fucking organs.”
I moan, lost. I’m in her, all the way in her, and she’s still taunting me like I’m not already on the brink of spontaneous combustion.
“You’re so tight,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to rock forward again. “You feel unreal.”
“Fuck me, please.”
I start to move, slow, deep strokes that have her arching and panting, hands scrabbling against my back.
“Gotta go slow,” I say, even though my hips are already snapping faster. “Wanna make it last.”
“I’ll kill you if you stop.”
“Precious,” I groan, driving into her deep enough to make her cry out again, “you keep clenching like that, I won’t last.”
She laughs, even while she’s taking all of me like a champ.
“I want you to come,” she gasps. “Want to feel it. Want you to lose your fucking mind, Benji.”
I am losing my mind.
With her moaning my name and telling me I’m the best she’s ever had and her tiny fucking body wrapped around mine like it was made to take me.
I shudder through it, cursing and gasping, and she holds me like she knows.
She likes it. She wants it all.
Her legs are wrapped around my waist, her nails are in my back, and her moans sound fucked, like she’s already on the edge.
I’m barely holding on.
“God, you’re tight,” I pant. “You feel so good, ma’am, I, fuck.”
“Keep going,” she breathes. “Just like that, I’m so close.”
“I got you.” I drive into her with slow, heavy thrusts. Every stroke punches a new sound out of her throat.
Her pussy clamps down so hard it makes me groan through my teeth. She’s spasming, whole body trembling under me.
“That’s it,” I whisper, cupping her face as I keep thrusting. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
“I am,” she cries, arching up into me.
Her body seizes and shudders around me, a pulsing vice of velvet heat.
I slam in deep and come with a groan, hips jerking as I spill inside her. My soul leaves my body. She’s shaking beneath me, eyes wet, lips parted in shock and delight.
We’re locked together, breathless, overwhelmed.
“Jesus,” I whisper, forehead to hers. “You okay?”
She grins like a demon.
“I knew you’d break like that,” she whispers, dragging her fingers through my hair. “You came so hard, baby. You fucking filled me.”
“God help me,” I say, “you’re gonna kill me.”
She’s still trembling when I ease her onto her side, my hand at her hip, her back tucked against my chest. I slip back inside her. I have to. I don’t want to leave her body, not when she’s warm and slick and full of me, still fluttering like she might come again just from the stretch.
As she settles in, she hums, all smug and sated. I kiss her shoulder. Her skin is dewy with sweat and sex and salt, and I can’t stop touching her.
“I like it here,” she whispers, voice raspy. “You’re gonna keep me like this, right? Plugged like a good girl?”
Jesus Christ.
“Ma’am,” I groan, “you’re gonna make me hard again.”
She wiggles her hips like a demon possessed. “That’s the plan.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“I have a lot of repressed needs,” she says sweetly, lacing her fingers with mine. “And you’re like a one-man mental health miracle. Sexual security blanket. I feel healed. Enlightened. Emotionally regulated and very, very well-fucked.”
My cheeks hurt from grinning. I press my mouth to the side of her neck. “You’re unbelievable.”
She hums again. “You’re still inside me.”
“Yeah.” I kiss her temple. “Think I’ll stay here a while.”
She nuzzles back into me. “Better not fall asleep and slip out. I’ll know.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
She turns her head, smiling like a goblin. “It’s a binding agreement, Benji.”
I stroke my hand down her belly and back up, palm splayed possessively over her sternum. She’s mine. Every smart-ass breath, every bruised lip, every slick, needy clench of her cunt. Mine.
“I’ll sign it in cum,” I say against her hair.
“God, marry me.”
“I’ll build you a shrine.”
She laughs so hard she snorts, and I swear I’ve never loved anything more.