MERRITT #2
Oh my God… He just fucking spanked me.
Bennett Legros just spanked me.
The last thing I expected from the golden retriever goalie, and holy shit, I need… more.
Is this why people fall in love during sex? Because I can totally see it.
His head dips, and I feel his tongue tracing the spot that he just warmed with his palm, laving the sting away with each swipe until I’m pressing back against his mouth, squirming.
A low chuckle vibrates against my skin, and he straightens to full height, slapping the other cheek. Once, twice, a third time.
Then he licks the spot that he spanked again, dragging his tongue along the reddening skin. I’m going out of my mind, my fingers tangling into sheets, gripping tightly to remain upright.
I can feel every throb in my clit, and it’s dizzying.
“Bennett…” I whine when his fingers brush along the front of my panties. A tease and nothing more.
I want, no, I need him to touch me, or I might actually go insane.
“Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
I peel my eyes open and turn to look back at him, a playful tilt on his lips that makes me want to throttle him and kiss him both at once. “Stop teasing me and touch me.”
His blond brow arches, and he rubs the sensitive skin on my ass soothingly. “Here?”
My gaze narrows. “No.”
Immediately, he halts, and I want to scream.
But then he sweeps his fingers along the insides of my thighs, almost to the spot where I’m desperate for him to touch, but not quite. “Here?”
“Bennett,” I groan. “Please.”
“Please. What. Merritt.” The low, rough tone of his words makes a shiver race down my spine, and I tighten my grip in the sheets.
“Are you edging me on purpose?”
He chuckles. “No, baby, but I want to hear you ask for what you want.”
An exasperated sigh bubbles out of me. I want to argue, mostly because it’s in my nature to, but I don’t. I hold his gaze. “I want you to touch my pussy. I want you to make me come before I lose my damn mind.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing his fingers on my pussy over my panties, which are slick with my arousal.
“Was that so hard? Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you telling me what to do to you?
Ordering me around with that sharp little tongue and sassy attitude that makes my cock fucking ache? ”
Oh God.
I push back against his fingers, which slowly move up and down my slit, a languid sweep that has desperation bleeding out of me.
His thumb finds my clit, and he presses down, circling slowly. It’s the perfect amount of pressure and pace, so perfect that I nearly come after spending the few minutes being teased.
“I can feel your cunt clenching.” The words sound like they’re being forced through clenched teeth, like he’s struggling with restraint as badly as I am.
He slips his fingers beneath the satin fabric and yanks it to the side, completely exposing my pussy, a deep groan erupting from somewhere in his chest. “Perfect. Fuck, you’re so perfect, Merritt.
Your pretty little pussy’s already messy for me. ”
A second later, I feel his breath skating along my center, and goose bumps scatter down my arms. My skin prickles, and my nipples tighten even harder into almost painful peaks as anticipation slithers down my spine.
Thank fuck he’s finally done with edging me.
Immediately, once I feel the first touch of his mouth against my bare pussy, my back arches, pressing back against him.
He hums in response, and it ripples across my slick skin.
His tongue darts out, flicking against my clit, up and down, and then he’s dragging his tongue through my lips, up to my entrance, where he circles his tongue, lapping at my arousal.
Jesus Christ.
All rational thought flees my head, a shuddering moan tearing out of me, blessedly muffled by the mattress my lips are pressed against.
“Fuck,” Bennett groans raggedly, burying his entire face into my pussy as he devours me, sucking, licking, stroking every part of my overly sensitive flesh he can touch.
His fingertips press roughly into my ass cheeks as he spreads me open even wider. It’s dirty and unrestrained, and God, it’s so fucking hot.
Everything about this is hot.
I’m not a virgin, so obviously, I’ve had a guy eat me out before, but I’ve never had a guy eat me out from behind… especially not the first time he ever did it. Or have anyone seem to enjoy it as much as Bennett clearly is right now.
The stigma about most men not liking to eat pussy clearly doesn’t apply to him.
Suddenly, I feel his tongue dragging past my entrance to my asshole, and he groans, lapping at it just the way he did my pussy, using his tongue to circle the tight ring and pushing inside at the same time he slides two of his long, thick fingers into my pussy and strokes my G-spot.
Like I wasn’t already barreling toward my orgasm.
My God.
Holy shit.
His fingers thrust into me roughly, the erotic sound echoing lewdly around us as he eats my ass.
My skin feels like it’s hot to the touch, like I’m burning up from the inside when my climax slams into me, nearly flattening me to the mattress.
I only stay upright because of the arm he has wrapped around my waist.
My core pulses, and my hips rock as I chase the friction of his mouth and his fingers.
Bennett draws every ounce of pleasure out of me, leaving my limbs impossibly heavy, my body sagging onto the bed, unable to hold myself up for even a second longer.
“I think you almost just killed me. Death by orgasm,” I mumble against the sheets.
He’s quiet for a second as he stands, and when I look back at him, his mouth and face are glistening with my arousal. It might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Are you saying that I just…. murdered your pussy… Stabby Girl?”
I reach for the pillow beside me and throw it at him. “I hate you.”
“False. If you did, then you wouldn’t have just squirted all over my face.”
Okay…
Fair.