‘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 She’d been replaced by horny, wanton Sarah.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 expressionbe 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 inand 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.
