“Yes. Fuck me, baby.”Her voice was low and breathy, and my cock dripped at her filthy words.
I groaned and stood up, grabbing her and throwing her over my shoulder. She squealed at my rough treatment of her, and I gave her a playful spank for good measure before tossing her onto the couch.
“Kneel and put your hands on the back of the couch,” I said, sliding my pants and boxers down in one swift motion before rolling on the condom.
She obeyed, and I placed a kiss on her shoulder before lining up at her entrance. I drove into her, enjoying the feeling of being buried inside her. Reveling in the way her body responded to my touch. Savoring the silky slide of her on my dick.
I wouldn’t last long this time. I’d used up all my willpower while I was teasing and tasting her. And now, I didn’t want to wait any longer for my release. Seeing her come like that, her own release coating her thighs had me salivating for my own rapture.
My hands clasped onto the couch as I moved into her, her ass pressed against my pelvis. I grunted at the view of my dick gliding in and out of her, watching in satisfaction.
“More, Ben. Please? I want more.”
I groaned as I coated my finger with the arousal pooling between her thighs and then slid it in between the cheeks of her ass. “Yes or no?” I asked, rubbing my finger over her gently but not entering her.
“Yes,” she said, pressing back onto my finger.
I slowly inserted my finger, letting her breathing set my pace.
She relaxed, and I thrust into her, making her moan. I moved into her at a leisurely pace, letting her get accustomed to the feeling of me filling her like this.
“Harder, baby,” she murmured.
Sweat poured from my brow, and I grunted as I pounded into her, one hand digging into her hip, the other buried in her ass. I picked up the pace of my thrusts, spurred on by her tiny grunts of pleasure as I plunged into her again and again.
There was a tightening in the base of my spine as I rocked into her and I grunted as I came, pulsing into the condom.
I shivered and wrapped my arms around her, pulling us both down onto the couch.
“You’re a greedy little thing. Aren’t you?” I asked as she laid her head on my chest, catching her breath.
“You made me that way. If you don’t like it, you only have yourself to blame.”
I chuckled at that. “I love when you’re greedy, princess. You make me greedy, too. I want everything when I’m with you.”
I swallowed past the tightness in my throat as I realized how true that statement was. Not only did I want every inch of her body, but I wanted every bit of her heart and soul as well. And I wanted to give her every piece of me, too. And fuck if it didn’t scare the hell out of me to realize that she was holding my heart in the palm of her hands.
Make Him Beg For It
Eve
IlaidwrappedinBen’s arms on the couch, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as I gnawed on his words.
I want everything when I’m with you.
Had he meant that? Was that just the post-sex high talking? Or was he starting to feel something for me?
Don’t be stupid.
Ben grunted beneath me. “I need to clean up.”
I shifted to get off him, but he held me against him.
“Don’t get up,” he said, rolling out from under me and switching positions so he was pinning me down on the couch.
He gave me a quick peck before pushing off me and walking to my bathroom.
I sighed, covering my eyes with my arm, listening to the sound of water running. I needed to get up and wash off too, but I didn’t want to move yet. I wanted to lie here, soaking in the endorphins and the buzz of oblivion that sex with Ben always gave me.
