33. Bennett #2
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I lean down and capture her lips, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling on it while my fingers rub a slow circle over her clit.
“Any idea how lucky I feel? How perfect you are for me in every way? I don’t even understand how you’re real, Merritt, let alone mine. ”
Her hand moves up my chest, and she fingers the chain, looping her finger into it as she pulls me even closer, whispering against my lips. “I’m real, and I’m yours, Bennett. Show me how yours I am.”
I crash my lips into hers and haul her into me, reveling in the warmth of her pressed against me. She sighs into my mouth, her fingers moving from my chain to my hair, tangling in the back.
I lower her to the bed and kick off my shoes at the same time, hovering over her so I don’t crush her.
Compared to my height and build, she’s fucking tiny.
Her thighs bracket my hips, fitting me between them with her warm, wet cunt brushing against my briefs.
My slacks are still hanging open from the head she just gave me, and I’ve honestly never been so desperate in my life to get rid of my clothes, to feel her bare skin on mine.
I make quick work of both as I step out of them.
Tearing my mouth away, I pull to look down at her, my admiring gaze roaming over her blown pupils, pink, swollen lips, the sexy-as-fuck lingerie.
I drop to my knees at the end of the bed, hands curving around her thighs to haul her to the edge, and then I pull that tiny scrap of lace down her legs and lick her pussy, an agonizingly slow swipe of my tongue that trails from her ass all the way up to her clit.
I spread her open wider and flick the swollen, throbbing bud until she’s writhing.
Keeping one hand flat on her stomach to hold her in place, I fucking devour her.
Tonight’s not an edging kinda night, so I don’t slow my pace. I continue lapping at her until she’s trembling, and then I slip two fingers into her wet pussy and curl them, relentlessly stroking the soft spot along her inner wall.
She explodes, her body nearly levitating off the bed as her back bows, her thighs clamping together tightly around my head, her fingers twisting in the sheets, chanting my name over and over and over again.
I don’t stop until she’s limp and sated, sinking back into the mattress contentedly.
“God, how does that just keep getting better and better?” she breathes.
I chuckle against her thigh, pressing a kiss to the inside. “It’s you.” I drop another kiss to her pussy and then crawl up the mattress over her. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. Nothing, not a single thing in my life, has ever been as good as what it’s like with you. It’s all you, Merritt.”
It’s the truth, and maybe more emotional than the moment calls for, but she’s got my heart in her fist.
“Same. It feels like I’m experiencing everything for the first time with you.
” She reaches up and curves her hand along my jaw.
“I’m just as obsessed with you.” In one swift motion, she rolls me onto my back and settles over my hips, straddling me with her palms flat against my chest, her slick cunt resting on my erection.
“It turns me on so much when you say stuff like that. Like how much you want me and how attracted you are to me.”
I smirk as I rake my hands up her sides. “Yeah?”
Merritt nods.
“Easy when I’m crazy about you.” My hands continue the path upward to the clasp that rests between her tits, deftly flicking it open and allowing them to spill free, then toss her bra to the side.
Perfect handfuls. Pert little nipples.
“I’m crazy about you too,” she whispers as she reaches for me, lifting slightly on her knees to notch the head of my cock at her entrance and then slowly sinking down, taking every inch until her clit hits my pelvis and I’m seated balls-deep inside of her.
My hands fist at her hips, fingers digging into the soft, plush skin there. Not to control her—no, this is all Merritt—but to keep myself in control. To keep this from being over before it’s even really begun.
Her head falls back, and her lips part. “Ugh. I’m…” Her throat bobs. “So full like this. You’re so deep.”
I grunt.
Yeah, and I’m two seconds from blowing and filling her with so much cum it’ll be leaking out of her for days.
But I keep that thought to myself because I would really fucking hate for my girlfriend to know that she’s turning me into a goddam minute man.
That I’m currently possessing the self-control of a horny virgin.
Each time she rolls her hips, her clit drags against my pelvis, and her fingers curl into my stomach, those pretty green nails of hers marking me. A small bite of pain that only makes me even harder, more feral for her.
My palm curves under her tit, and I roll her nipple between my fingers, tugging roughly on it as she starts to ride me.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” I exhale a groan, my gaze falling to see my dick sliding in and out of her wet cunt as she rides me, mesmerized at watching her take me. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Dreaming about this pretty little pussy stretching around my cock.”
Her eyes flutter open with a lust-filled gleam. “Tell me.”
“What?”
“About what you dreamed about. I want to hear it, Goalie,” she pants, rising up to impale herself back down roughly.
I bring my fingers to her cunt, circling her clit, feeling how fucking soaked she is when her arousal coats my fingers.
“That make you wet? To hear about how after every time we were together, I came home and went straight to the shower and fucked my fist thinking about you? Imagining it was you on your knees with your hands clasped behind your back as I fucked your throat.”
She moans when I move to her clit and circle it with my thumb. “Oh God.”
“I thought about how much I wished instead of me stroking my cock, it was you face down on the bed, that sexy fucking ass raised in the air for me. About how I’d eat you from behind first and get you nice and wet and messy for me, and then I’d slowly sink my cock into your ass and my fingers in your pussy. ”
I roll her clit between my fingers, and she claws at my stomach, her chest heaving, glistening with a sheen of sweat as she bounces on me.
“Bennett! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Her movements turn erratic, losing her rhythm as she chases her orgasm, so I lift my hips from the bed and slam into her from below, thrusting hard and fast.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Do you know how much I want to fuck you in the ass? I’m obsessed with this ass.” I bring my hand down on her cheek, spanking her hard.
I swear I feel her pussy clench when I talk about fucking her ass, and I groan.
“I w-want to,” she moans.
Fuck, I want to more than she can even imagine, but I’m already so goddamn close, and so is she. I can feel her cunt choking my cock with every thrust.
“Next time, baby.” I strum her clit faster, rougher, and thrust my hips up, fucking her hard and deep, a relentless pace that is sending us both careening over the edge. “Right now, I need you to come on my cock. Now. Come for me.”
I bottom out, an animalistic groan tearing out of me as I explode, spilling into her. Her orgasm barrels through her, and her head falls back, her fingers digging into my stomach as she trembles, shaking almost violently with the force.
Our movements slow, and my gaze drops to my cock, which is still inside her and softening, and to my cum that leaks out of her, dripping onto the base and covering us both.
Jesus, that’s fucking hot.
She follows my gaze, and her cheeks flush a slight red, causing me to laugh.
I reach for her chin and tip it up, forcing her gaze back to me. “You’re blushing over my cum dripping out of you, but you just told me to fuck you in the ass.”
She bites the inside of her lip. “I was caught up in the moment.”
“Oh?” I lift a brow. “So no to your ass?”
There’s a brief, silent pause before she grins cheekily and leans forward, her lips a breath from mine. “I didn’t say that, Goalie.”
This girl.
My dirty, brilliant, witty, sharp-tongued, freaky girl.
Mine.