Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
I don’t let myself pause to think about past events. Something in my mind has snapped. Have I ever talked like this with anyone before? All my darkest fantasies are pouring from my mouth, and he plays right into them. Are they the same as his or is he just that good at playing along? Do I care?
No, I don’t. Not right now anyways. I just want to stay in this bubble of lust and pleasure. Tomorrow when he leaves and never calls me again, I will claim temporary insanity, but tonight, I’m just claiming him.
My hand moves between my legs, and I pull my thong to the side so I can rub my clit for a moment. No matter how wet I am, I know I need to be wetter if I’m going to try to take him.
He shifts slightly, still twisting and pulling at my nipple. It sends ripples of pleasure through my whole body. At least he knows the right amount of pressure to apply.
“Jesus. Prue. You’re soaking. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I moan back, opening my eyes to look down at him.
“Just for you,” I murmur. This kind of dirty talk only ever lived in my mind.
I tried it a few times before with Charles, but it just made him cum way too fast or laugh, but Ben, he encourages it, adds to it.
Feels like he enjoys it too. “I need you inside me. Now,” I order as firmly as my voice will allow at this moment.
“Put me in then,” he says back, a small smirk spreads across his face. “If you’re going to use me, baby, fucking use me.”
I bite my lip, my clit pulsing, nearing an orgasm just at the words he is saying. How can an asshole like him be this fucking sexy?
I reach down gripping his cock in my hand.
Stroking it slowly, I try to use the juices that already cover it from my pussy as lube.
Half of me was just playing into the fantasy of his huge cock stretching me to my limits, but there is a real possibility I won’t be able to fit it inside me.
I could barely handle my finger earlier, but I can’t let myself think too hard about that right now.
Lifting my hips, I adjust my body so the tip of his cock presses against my opening. My eyes glance down, and I think about when you are very high up, and they tell you not to look down because holy shit it is huge.
“I can feel how fucking warm you are,” he groans. “Prue, baby, do you want this?”
I can only nod, looking up at him. Glancing down again, I push my hips down.
The stretch is instant, as I try to push the head of his cock into me. Trying to relax my muscles I press down harder, before the very tip of his cock pops in.
It burns and tears fill my eyes as a haze of something I don’t want to think about dances in the back of my mind.
“Jesus Christ, Prue, are you sure you aren’t a fucking virgin?”
I shake my head, letting myself sink a little lower.
“You are so fucking tight. Fuck. Hold on.” He grips my hips, holding me still. “I need a fucking second.” I whimper as he pulls his cock back slightly, so the tip is barely inside. “This isn’t going to work,” he groans, lifting me from his cock.
“I’m sorry.” I mumble, trying to jerk my body away from him. I want to curl up and die of embarrassment.
“No. Don’t be,” he says softly. “Look at me, Prue.” My eyes snap to his, trying to seek the comfort that laces his voice.
“I will make it fit, but not like this. Do you trust me? Not that asshole you met at the party, but this me, the one who knows how to get you off, do you trust him?” I nod.
“Say it,” he says, cupping my chin. “Tell me, Prue.”
“I trust you,” I whisper. And I do trust him, maybe more than anyone else in the world at this very moment.
“Good.”
And with that, he gently flips us over so I’m lying on my back, and he is kneeling between my legs. I gasp as he pulls my legs apart, dropping on his arms between them.
“Jesus. Your pussy is stunning. You call my cock pretty, then this is a masterpiece.” My pussy clenches at his words.
“You should try drawing it sometime,” I reply, breathlessly.
“I might. Only thing I’d consider tattooing on my face.” He smiles, tugging my thong down my legs.
He knows exactly what to say to make me drip. I don’t think I was lying when I said he would ruin me for anyone else. Who else could say these words and make them sound so sexy? Just Ben fucking Parker.
“Are you just going to stare at it?” I say, trying to come across as demanding, but I know it comes out way too desperate.
“No.” He smirks up at me. “I’m going to eat it up, then shove as many fingers as it takes to open you up for my cock.
What did you say earlier? You can only take two fingers?
Well two of mine are a lot bigger.” He wiggles his fingers for me to see.
“You’re going to feel yourself stretch as I make myself fit into you, even if it kills me. ”
“What if it kills me?” I whisper.
“That I won’t let happen.” He grins. “Need you to live to tell the tale.”
“I can read the headline now.” My eyes rolling in the way only he seems to make them. “Benjamin Parker died because his cock was just too big.”
“Ha.” He laughs, lowering his head toward my pussy. “I hope they let you write my obituary.”
“I’ll make them.”
His tongue flicks against my clit, forcing a gasp from my mouth. He laps at it for a moment before his mouth drops to my opening. That he instantly starts sucking at. His tongue stabs at it, poking in and out, before pushing in deeper.
I squirm as he fucks me with his tongue. His fingers stroke at my clit, strumming it like I imagine he would play a guitar, on stage for all his fans. It’s nothing like what I know, but mixed with his tongue it makes my body shiver.
It’s exciting, mainly because I don’t think he is actively trying to get me off, he is simply enjoying me. I like that more than I care to admit. I want him to enjoy me, I want him to like messing around with me.
I fear when morning comes, I will be hooked, and he will be over me. It’s bittersweet, but I’ll deal with that agony later.
He pries his tongue from my pussy, moving his mouth to my clit. Hooking his hand under my leg, he angles my hips, so he has better access. Just as he starts sucking, he presses a finger into my pussy.
He barely lets me adjust to one finger before squeezing a second in. The stretch burns for a second, before his mouth on me overtakes the pain, so all I feel is pleasure.
“Ben. Fuck,” I moan and he groans into my pussy as his name leaves my mouth. “You like when I say your name?”
His eyes flash up to me, as he nods with his lips still sealed around my clit.
My hand drops to his head, pulling on his dirty blond hair. He allows me small amounts of control, something I’m not used to, but I’m going to soak it up as much as I can. I keep testing the water, seeing how much he can take.
His eyes light up when I dig my fingertips into his scalp. I rock my hips against his mouth, and his eyes drop back to my pussy. Increasing the pressure of his lips, he fucks my pussy faster with his fingers.
My eyes flutter as he has me on the edge of an orgasm in record time. I want his eyes back on me, so I pull at the roots of his hair until his eyes fly up to my face.
“Look at me as you make me cum.” I once again try to sound demanding, not caring if I fail, because he obeys me regardless.
His eyes stay locked on me as he applies just a little pressure of his teeth against my clit. The shock of pain mixed with the pleasure pushes me over the edge.
I try to force my eyes to stay open as my orgasm hits, wanting to watch him, but eventually they roll shut as pleasure completely overtakes me.
He sucks me through to the very end until I’m trying to buck him off me from how sensitive my clit feels. Taking his mouth away from my clit, he continues to pump his two fingers into me. I’m aware that I’m dripping by the sound that fills the room. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this wet before.
“Not the order I planned on,” he mumbles, planting kissing up my stomach. “But you taste too fucking good.” His tongue swirls around my nipple. “Your pussy was supposed to be dessert, but I guess I can feed my sweet tooth with your perky tits.”
“Or my lips,” I counter. His mouth wraps around one nipple.
His upper body presses into my stomach, the weight of it brings me comfort, despite the slight pain from my bruised ribs.
“Ben,” I groan, letting my hips rock into his fingers.
“I’m going to cum again. Oh god.” I dig my nails into his back, as he bites into my tit.
The pain comes just as another orgasm hits. The pain and pleasure mix so good I see stars. As I drift back down from the high, I feel the slight burn of him slowly pressing a third finger into my pussy.
“Ah. Ben. Fuck.”
“You can take it. Trust me,” he says, resting his head in between my tits. “Look at me.” My eyes drop to his face. “You are such a good little slut, remember that.”
His fingers fit snuggly inside me. I groan as he slowly pushes them deeper into me. Spreading them a little, until my pussy stretches to accommodate them.
“That feels…” I groan. I know I liked the feeling of being stretched, but this is almost too good. I could easily get addicted to this feeling.
“Good, huh?” I can only nod. “Ready to try my cock again?” I nod again. “Want to ride it or do you want me to do it?”
“You,” I moan as he pushes his fingers deep again. “Fuck.”
“I’ll go slow,” he says, ripping his fingers from me to kneel between my legs. The loss feels huge and I glance down, just as he brings the tip of his cock to my pussy. He spits into his hand, before reaching down to coat his cock with it. “We will make it fit.”
“I can take it.”
He smiles up at me. “Yes, you can. Your little pussy may be a little sore after, but then you’ll remember my cock in the morning.”
“I’ll never be able to forget it.”
His eyes sparkle at that comment and he quickly pushes forward. My pussy is more open this time, but it still takes a little force for the head to slide in.