“I’m sorry.” I mumble, trying to jerk my body away from him. I want to curl up and die of embarrassment.
“No. Don’t be,” he says softly. “Look at me, Prue.” My eyes snap to his, trying to seek the comfort that laces his voice. “I will make it fit, but not like this. Do you trust me? Not that asshole you met at the party, but this me, the one who knows how to get you off, do you trust him?” I nod. “Say it,” he says, cupping my chin. “Tell me, Prue.”
“I trust you,” I whisper. And I do trust him, maybe more than anyone else in the world at this very moment.
“Good.”
And with that, he gently flips us over so I’m lying on my back, and he is kneeling between my legs. I gasp as he pulls my legs apart, dropping on his arms between them.
“Jesus. Your pussy is stunning. You call my cock pretty, then this is a masterpiece.” My pussy clenches at his words.
“You should try drawing it sometime,” I reply, breathlessly.
“I might. Only thing I’d consider tattooing on my face.” He smiles, tugging my thong down my legs.
He knows exactly what to say to make me drip. I don’t think I was lying when I said he would ruin me for anyone else. Who else could say these words and make them sound so sexy? Just Ben fucking Parker.
“Are you just going to stare at it?” I say, trying to come across as demanding, but I know it comes out way too desperate.
“No.” He smirks up at me. “I’m going to eat it up, then shove as many fingers as it takes to open you up for my cock. What did you say earlier? You can only take two fingers? Well two of mine are a lot bigger.” He wiggles his fingers for me to see. “You’re going to feel yourself stretch as I make myself fit into you, even if it kills me.”
“What if it kills me?” I whisper.
“That I won’t let happen.” He grins. “Need you to live to tell the tale.”
“I can read the headline now.” My eyes rolling in the way only he seems to make them. “Benjamin Parker died because his cock was just too big.”
“Ha.” He laughs, lowering his head toward my pussy. “I hope they let you write my obituary.”
“I’ll make them.”
His tongue flicks against my clit, forcing a gasp from my mouth. He laps at it for a moment before his mouth drops to my opening. That he instantly starts sucking at. His tongue stabs at it, poking in and out, before pushing in deeper.
I squirm as he fucks me with his tongue. His fingers stroke at my clit, strumming it like I imagine he would play a guitar, on stage for all his fans. It’s nothing like what I know, but mixed with his tongue it makes my body shiver.
It’s exciting, mainly because I don’t think he is actively trying to get me off, he is simply enjoying me. I like that more than I care to admit. I want him to enjoy me, I want him to like messing around with me.
I fear when morning comes, I will be hooked, and he will be over me. It’s bittersweet, but I’ll deal with that agony later.
He pries his tongue from my pussy, moving his mouth to my clit. Hooking his hand under my leg, he angles my hips, so he has better access. Just as he starts sucking, he presses a finger into my pussy.
He barely lets me adjust to one finger before squeezing a second in. The stretch burns for a second, before his mouth on me overtakes the pain, so all I feel is pleasure.
“Ben. Fuck,” I moan and he groans into my pussy as his name leaves my mouth. “You like when I say your name?”
His eyes flash up to me, as he nods with his lips still sealed around my clit.
My hand drops to his head, pulling on his dirty blond hair. He allows me small amounts of control, something I’m not used to, but I’m going to soak it up as much as I can. I keep testing the water, seeing how much he can take.
His eyes light up when I dig my fingertips into his scalp. I rock my hips against his mouth, and his eyes drop back to my pussy. Increasing the pressure of his lips, he fucks my pussy faster with his fingers.
My eyes flutter as he has me on the edge of an orgasm in record time. I want his eyes back on me, so I pull at the roots of his hair until his eyes fly up to my face.
“Look at me as you make me cum.” I once again try to sound demanding, not caring if I fail, because he obeys me regardless.
His eyes stay locked on me as he applies just a little pressure of his teeth against my clit. The shock of pain mixed with the pleasure pushes me over the edge.
I try to force my eyes to stay open as my orgasm hits, wanting to watch him, but eventually they roll shut as pleasure completely overtakes me.
