“Cum for me, Prue. Cum on my fat fucking cock, like we both know you want to.”
My body shudders and my eyes fight to close, but he pulls on my hair once again, lifting my head to let me see his cock disappear inside me, but I find my eyes quickly looking up at his face. I hold them open, trying to capture the sight of the feral look on his face, until my orgasm peaks, forcing them shut.
I scream. I can’t hear myself, but I feel the scream coming from my throat.
His hold on my hair loosens and my head drops back to the bed underneath me. He drives himself into me hard and I can’t do much more than take it. Nor do I want to. Every part of my body tingles with pleasure.
“Fuck. Baby. Your little pussy is going to break my cock. Fits like a fucking glove. Jesus. I’m going to have bruises. Bet you like that, huh?”
“Yes,” I moan, barely able to breathe. I’m still reeling from how intense that last orgasm was.
“Little markings will be etched on to my cock for days. Maybe I’ll have Greg tattoo them on. Keep them as a reminder of how fucking good you felt cumming around me.”
“Oh. Fuck. Ben,” I yell out as another orgasm is fast approaching. My body thrashes underneath him, too overwhelmed by the intense feelings he is creating.
He pins my hip down with one hand, while grabbing at my breast with the other. Squeezing it as he pumps into me.
“I think you’re going to make me cum with you,” he groans. “Would you like that? Me filling you up as you cum? Our juices mixing, until they are one.
“Yes!” I moan out.
“Tell me, baby.”
“Please. Fill me up. I want every drop. Ben. Fuck.” I shudder as my whole-body jerks as the first wave hits.
He thrusts fully inside me, grinding himself against me as I explode.
A groan falls from his mouth as he erupts inside me. The feeling drags out my orgasm until I’m sent into another smaller, but just as intense one.
He drops his head to my chest, as he sucks in deep breaths. I pant underneath him, covered in sweat and exhausted.
My pussy throbs, as he holds his thick cock inside me until every last drop is drained. Even as he softens, the thing feels huge or maybe I’m just that sore, either way I enjoy being full of him.
He slips out, dropping to the side of me, and rolling on his back. His arm slides under my neck, pulling me against him.
“Jesus, Prue. I didn’t think anything could ever feel that good.” I press my head into his side, as his hand rubs along my back. “Are you okay?” I can feel his eyes on me but can’t find it in me to look up at him.
“Yeah.” I plant a kiss on his side. He laughs, so I keep going, kissing a little pattern into his flesh until he squirms.
“That tickles.” He laughs again but doesn’t push me away or move. I bite into his flesh. He yelps. “Fuck. Ow.”
I shove at him when he doesn’t move, trying to pry myself from his hold as my mind struggles to know what to do now that I just had him, but can’t keep him. Memories tug at the edge of my mind, trying to surface, but only creating a dark haze.
I’m caught in a tug-a-war of emotions. Bliss fights against agony, anger, and resentment. Part of me wants to put distance between this man who has shown me more kindness than my own parents, while the other part wants to melt into him.
He grabs my hand, yanking me closer and placing my fist on his chest.
“You can push me away in the morning. The sex was too good for you to fall apart now,” he says, squeezing me tightly against him. “Save it for the morning, Prue.” I try to pull away again, but he keeps me in place. “You’re safe, baby. It’s okay. I promise, you can relax. All those emotions will be there in the morning, but right now you’re safe.”
His words cut me deep to my core. They slice me up like I’m butter, yet somehow, they also make my heartbeat slow. Relaxing my fist, I let my hand flatten against his chest, as I bury my head into his side again.
Part of me wants to cry, but my body won’t let me, too high on the multiple orgasms he just gave me.
“There you go,” he says softly. “Sleep. I’ll be right here for you to punch in the morning.
I don’t like the idea of hurting him, but the promise of him being here in the morning sedates me. I allow myself to just enjoy the warmth of his body, and his cum dripping down my thighs, as my mind drifts to sleep.
EIGHTEEN
