When I go slack against the bed, she finally pulls her mouth from my cock. Climbing over my body she straddles my lap, and my soft cock bobs as she looks down at me. Her mouth opens slightly to reveal my cum sitting on her tongue.
“Jesus,” I groan. I press two fingers into her mouth. Her lips wrap around them as I push my cum to the back of her mouth. She swallows and I have to pry my fingers from her mouth to keep myself sane.
“Did you like that?” She grins down at me.
“Too much.” My hand drops to her hip. We both stare at where my hand rests.
“Can you get hard again?” she asks.
“I’m already halfway there, baby.” I lift my hips up and she gasps as my half hard cock nudges against her thong.
“You’re so fucking thick.” She shifts against my growing cock. “There is no way it fits. You’ll tear me in half.”
“You like that idea, don’t you?” She nods, looking at me, as she rubs herself against me. “You want me to stuff it in you until you are almost bursting with how much space I take up.”
“God. Yes,” she moans, her eyes fluttering as she nudges her clit against the tip of my cock. “I’m just scared. What if it all won’t fit?”
“We will make it fit, together.”
“Yeah.” She nods. My hand slides up her body. My fingers tug at one of her nipples. “Yes,” she groans. “You do it right. So fucking right,” she moans as I twist it lightly. “Ben. I want you.”
“So, take me.”
SEVENTEEN
I don’t letmyself pause to think about past events. Something in my mind has snapped. Have I ever talked like this with anyone before? All my darkest fantasies are pouring from my mouth, and he plays right into them. Are they the same as his or is he just that good at playing along? Do I care?
No, I don’t. Not right now anyways. I just want to stay in this bubble of lust and pleasure. Tomorrow when he leaves and never calls me again, I will claim temporary insanity, but tonight, I’m just claiming him.
My hand moves between my legs, and I pull my thong to the side so I can rub my clit for a moment. No matter how wet I am, I know I need to be wetter if I’m going to try to take him.
He shifts slightly, still twisting and pulling at my nipple. It sends ripples of pleasure through my whole body. At least he knows the right amount of pressure to apply.
“Jesus. Prue. You’re soaking. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I moan back, opening my eyes to look down at him. “Just for you,” I murmur. This kind of dirty talk only ever livedin my mind. I tried it a few times before with Charles, but it just made him cum way too fast or laugh, but Ben, he encourages it, adds to it. Feels like he enjoys it too. “I need you inside me. Now,” I order as firmly as my voice will allow at this moment.
“Put me in then,” he says back, a small smirk spreads across his face. “If you’re going to use me, baby, fucking use me.”
I bite my lip, my clit pulsing, nearing an orgasm just at the words he is saying. How can an asshole like him be this fucking sexy?
I reach down gripping his cock in my hand. Stroking it slowly, I try to use the juices that already cover it from my pussy as lube. Half of me was just playing into the fantasy of his huge cock stretching me to my limits, but there is a real possibility I won’t be able to fit it inside me. I could barely handle my finger earlier, but I can’t let myself think too hard about that right now.
Lifting my hips, I adjust my body so the tip of his cock presses against my opening. My eyes glance down, and I think about when you are very high up, and they tell you not to look down because holy shit it is huge.
“I can feel how fucking warm you are,” he groans. “Prue, baby, do you want this?”
I can only nod, looking up at him. Glancing down again, I push my hips down.
The stretch is instant, as I try to push the head of his cock into me. Trying to relax my muscles I press down harder, before the very tip of his cock pops in.
It burns and tears fill my eyes as a haze of something I don’t want to think about dances in the back of my mind.
“Jesus Christ, Prue, are you sure you aren’t a fucking virgin?”
I shake my head, letting myself sink a little lower.
“You are so fucking tight. Fuck. Hold on.” He grips my hips, holding me still. “I need a fucking second.” I whimper as he pullshis cock back slightly, so the tip is barely inside. “This isn’t going to work,” he groans, lifting me from his cock.
