Chapter 47 Sarah
SARAH
‘Sit on the table,’ Ben commanded the second we stepped onto the balcony. ‘And spread your legs. Like you did before.’
I wasted no time doing exactly as he’d asked.
Ben pushed my dress up around my waist, then started dragging my soaked thong down with his teeth.
He paused to run his tongue over my clit and I jolted at the sensation. It was still sensitive from my orgasm.
The fact that he’d made me come so quickly was mind-blowing.
I doubted he’d be able to do that again, though.
It had only happened that fast because it’d been so long since I’d felt a man’s tongue between my legs.
And because of all of the pent-up sexual tension finally getting released, that was all.
He continued peeling my thong down my thighs, then tossed it to the ground.
‘There,’ he said before swiping his finger between my legs, causing me to buck against his hand.
What was I just saying about not being sure whether he’d be able to make me come again? Just that one action almost set me off.
‘Please,’ I pleaded. ‘Fuck me, Ben. I won’t last.’
‘Are you begging me, Jeffries?’ A satisfied smile touched his lips.
‘Yes, I am, you cocky little git,’ I groaned. ‘And don’t act like you don’t want this just as much as I do. Your dick is about to take my eye out.’ I nodded towards the tent in his trousers. ‘Never mind me begging, that poor thing’s also desperate to be put out of its misery.’
‘You don’t want more foreplay?’ He cocked his head.
‘You know full well that your tongue and fingers already warmed me up in the lift. If you make me any wetter, I’ll flood this bloody hotel!’
Ben smirked as he undid his belt, then moved to his button and the zip.
I couldn’t believe that in just a few seconds I was finally going to see his giant cock in all its glory.
Although we hadn’t turned on the balcony light (it would’ve been too bright), we’d left one of the lights on in the bedroom, which allowed me to see him, but hopefully wasn’t strong enough for people on the beach looking up to see us.
It was perfect.
Ben slid down his trousers, then his boxers.
‘Fucking hell.’ My eyes popped. ‘Are you wearing a prosthetic?’
I refused to believe that was real.
‘Very funny,’ he said. ‘Of course not. I’ve been trying to tell you for ages that I’m called Big Ben for a reason.’ He stood proudly, his dick jutting outwards.
I stared in shock. And awe because if I was being honest, I never believed that cocks like that really existed.
It was long and thick.
The head was swollen.
The veins along his rock-hard length protruded angrily.
Basically, that weapon between his legs looked like it could do a lot of damage. But it could probably deliver an insane amount of pleasure too, if I managed to get it inside me.
I still remembered when I was struggling to get my suitcase in the boot on the way to Sunshine Bay and Jess made a joke about ‘making it fit’. But now I was in the exact situation that she’d laughed about, I was certain that if Ben’s cock invaded my pussy, I’d sustain internal injuries.
‘Are you having second thoughts?’ His voice softened. ‘I know it’s a lot, but don’t worry, I’m sure we can make it fit.’ Ben smiled and I chuckled because it was like he’d read my mind.
Fuck it.
There was no way I was missing out on the chance to feel every single inch of him.
‘Yeah.’ I curled my fingers around him and his cock jerked in my hand. ‘I’m sure we can.’
I picked up the condom, ripped the packet, then slid it down him.
‘Now get up and bend over the table,’ Ben ordered. ‘You wanted views, so I’m going to start by fucking you from behind.’
‘Just to double-check…’
‘Doggy style,’ he clarified.
I got up, bent over and opened my legs.
Ben came up behind me.
The second I feel his cock nudge my entrance, my pulse rocketed with anticipation.
‘Oh God,’ I moaned. Just feeling him there between my legs was exquisite.
‘But before we do this,’ he said as he slid back and forth through the slickness between my legs, deliberately not entering me, but driving me wild with anticipation, ‘we should make sure we’re on the same page. This is just sex, okay? No strings. No expectations. No relationship, right?’
My clit throbbed with need.
I wanted him so badly right now that I’d agree to anything. Robbing a bank. Running down the street naked. Naming my firstborn child after him.
I wasn’t really one for the whole casual sex thing, but at this moment, I’d take whatever Ben was willing to give me.
Sensible me would be disgusted that I was acting so thirsty, but sensible me wasn’t here. She’d been replaced by horny, wanton Sarah. And all that eager bitch wanted was Ben’s giant wang.
‘Yeah,’ I panted. ‘Just sex. So hurry up and fuck me already.’
Ben slammed into me and I cried out.
‘Shit!’
If ever there was the perfect illustration of the expression be careful what you wish for, it was now.
I swear I’d just been impaled on a baseball bat.
‘You okay?’ Ben paused. ‘You want me to stop?’
‘No! I’m fine.’ Lies. ‘But you’re all the way in, right?’
‘Sorry, but no, that’s only the tip.’
‘Fucking hell,’ I murmured. I’d gone too far to give up now, though. ‘Okay, give it all to me, then. But do it quickly.’
‘You asked for it.’
I squeezed my eyes shut, readying my body for what was to come.
Ben gripped my hips, then pummelled into me at full force.
I cried out again and was grateful for the music booming around the beach because otherwise, someone would think I was being murdered.
And they’d be right.
I was currently experiencing death by monster dick, but I wasn’t even sorry about it.
Was it painful? Definitely. Ben was stretching me so wide I was convinced I’d need stitches. But as he continued pumping in and out of me, my pussy adjusted and I loved the feeling of him filling me up.
‘You good?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ I panted. ‘Harder.’
It’s official. I’m a masochist.
Once again, not sorry.
On command, Ben pistoned deeper, continuing to grip my hip with one palm, whilst removing his other hand, then dipping his fingers between my legs and stroking my clit in slow circles.
Fucking hell.
My breath hitched and my knees buckled.
Every stroke of his talented fingers sent the most exquisite zing of pleasure coursing through me.
I flicked my eyes open and took in the sight in front of me. The sky was lit up with stars, and below that, thanks to the fairy lights illuminating the surroundings, I could make out the ripple of the waves lapping at the beach, which was still filled with guests from our wedding party.
Whilst they were down there, I was up here getting railed by my fake boyfriend and co-worker.
This was what fantasies were made of.
‘I can’t,’ I gasped, my head falling forward. ‘It’s too good, I’m not going to last.’
‘Not yet, Sarah,’ he growled.
Easier said than done.
If I had my way, I wouldn’t come yet either.
Being impaled on Ben’s mammoth magic stick was the sweetest sensation I’d ever felt and I never wanted him to stop.