“Oh, fuck…” Brim was already panting. She didn’t have to say more, either.That was the best oral you’ve ever had.Probably the only oral she had here at the resort, too.
But, oh, she wasready.Pussy wet and open. Body relaxed. Face flushed and receptive to anything. Benson sat up and finally unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock as it sprang from his boxers. He kept one fist around it while his other hand disrobed the last of his clothes. Brim oscillated between watching with famished hunger and closing her eyes so she could savor what else he had done to her.
He straddled her stomach. Although he did not put all of his weight down on her gorgeous body, he made one intention clear as his hard cock pushed between her breasts.
“Fucking hell,” she whispered. “So hot.”
Something about the candid way she said that only turned him on more. With her wrists tied above her head, though, he had to position her breasts against his thighs as he fucked her cleavage.
It was quick and dirty, the kind of foreplay that gothimready for more without making him come too soon. Yet Brim acted like he was about to come on her throat at any moment.Wouldshe be upset?Benson growled again before smacking one of her breasts. Brim cried out in surprise but urged him to keep going with her big blue eyes.
His thumbs rolled over her nipples. She didn’t doubt that she was about to come again just from that.
“Do you want me to come on you, Brim?” Precum was already leaving its mark on her chest. “Or do you want me to come in you?”
She didn’t think twice. “In me. Please. Please, fuck me.”
God, he almost believed that was what she really wanted right now.Maybe she does.
It didn’t stop him from lifting his hips and tipping his hard cock toward her mouth. Her lips hungrily tasted him as he toyed with fucking her face just like that, but it would take too much effort. It was enough that she made the effort to pull him into her mouth.
She sure is eager…Benson kept that in mind while he still had the wherewithal for any thoughts. Otherwise, he was moving back down between her legs, bringing a pillow with him.
He lifted her hips and shoved the pillow beneath her ass. He wanted her nice and angled before fucking her.
“All right, Brim.” He knew that wasn’t her real name, but he still loved saying it.Tell me your real name before you leave.“Here it comes. I hope you’re ready for me.”
She whimpered in unfettered delight, and that was before his tip angled into her welcoming entrance. “Yes…” She closed her eyes and flung back her head as another inch entered her. “Yes!”
Her cunt was hotter than the sun, slick and tight and pulling him in like a gravitational force he couldn't hope to fight.Never. Never fight this woman wanting your damn cock.It was an honor to spear her from tip to hilt as she looked at him with her teeth on her bottom lip and those sweet whimpers in her throat.
He didn't stop until he was buried in her, his balls slapping against the curve of her ass, the coarse hairs at his base pressed against her smooth skin. A guttural moan tore from his chest, a raw sound of pure, untouched satisfaction.Thiswas the moment. The temporary, blissful erasure of everything else. There was no La Mariposa, no Butterflies, no other guests. There was only Brim’s body, yielding beneath him, and the glorious, tight heat clamped around his cock.
She was so fucking wet. Her walls pulsed around him, a greedy, involuntary welcome that threatened to undo him right there. He could feel the rapid, thready beat of her heart through her core, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the savage pounding of his own heart. He started to move slowly, a deep withdrawal that left them both gasping, before a powerful thrust slammed home. The bed frame groaned in protest. She cried out in that shocking surprise of pleasure-pain that only spurred him on.I know I’m big, beautiful. Stretch around my cock. I know you can.
His hands found her hips, holding her in place for the oncoming onslaught. This wasn't making love. He was taking what he paid for – what she was being paid to give – and he was going to take it with the strength he possessed.
But he did like her. And he liked that she liked him. That made it so much hotter.
And god, the way she looked up at him, eyes wide and dazed, locked on his face, watching him come undone. She saw the raw, unfiltered lust on his features, the way his jaw clenched with every thrust, and the sweat beading on his brow. She was a goddess of pleasure, and he her willing, desperate devotee, pouring everything he was into the altar of her body.
He angled his hips, grinding against her clit, and her reaction was instantaneous. Her legs wrapped around him, the heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper. “Yes, just like that!” Her voice was half-broken. “Harder! Don’t stop. Don’t!”
Benson had no intention of stopping. The pressure in his spine was building, a coiling serpent of pure need, ready to strike. Her cunt gripped him like a fist, massaging him from the inside out, and he knew, with a terrifying certainty, that he wouldn't last. This woman, this stranger, this paid-for fantasy, was about to wreck him.She’s gonna get what she wants.His total undoing. And he was going to do it. He would feed intoherfantasy to ensure she had a great fucking time at La Mariposa, where her body was available but her pleasure never guaranteed.
With me, it’s always guaranteed.
He was losing control. The coil in his spine was tightening to an impossible degree, every inch of him screaming for release. It built like a cresting wave of fire, and he fought it, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw ached. He would not come first. He would not be the one to break. It was so much more satisfying if she burst first.
But then she looked at him. Not just with pleasure, but with a raw, triumphant challenge in those blue eyes. Sheknew. She knew he was holding on by a thread, and she was going to be the one to cut it. Her body, which had been accepting his punishing rhythm, suddenly went rigid. Her inner walls, already a tight, excruciating vise, began to spasm.
It wasn’t a little thrill. It was a full-body undulation of contractions that started deep in her core and clamped down on him with the force of everything she kept locked inside of her. He whole torso lifted off the bed, her breasts pressing against his chest, her head thrown back in a silent, ecstatic scream as her eyes rolled back. A choked sob escaped her lips, followed by a flood of wet heat that bathed his cock, her orgasm so intense, so absolute, it was a physical assault on every one of his senses.
“Fuck!” he roared, the word torn from his throat as he was plunged over the edge with her. Her climax was merely the catalyst that triggered his. He tried to pull out, a last-ditch effortat control, a final, desperate attempt to deny her the absolute victory. “Fu—”
The word died, swallowed by the tidal wave that broke inside him. A bolt of pure, white-hot agony shot from his core straight through the base of his skull. There was no thought, no control – only the primal, biological imperative to claim, to possess, to pour every last drop of himself into the convulsing heat of her. His hips bucked, a short, violent jackrabbit thrust that drove him impossibly deeper, and the world dissolved into a blinding whiteout.
It was an exquisite surrender. The struggle, the fight for dominance, the battle for control – it all evaporated in the face of this overwhelming, physical truth. He was coming, and he was coming inside her. The knowledge was a lightning strike, sharp and utterly ecstatic. Her cunt was still milking him, greedy pulses that seemed to pull the seed right out of him, wringing him dry.
