Page 88 of If Only In Our Dreams

Jesus fucking Christ.

Ben training me brought visions of me on my knees with a collar and a leash to mind. He’d loom over me, that sexy brow twitch taunting me as he tugged on my leash, and told me that only good boys got treats.

“Yes please,” I managed, shuddering as he pressed more insistently at my hole.

“I’m not fucking you tonight.”

“Bah humbug.” What a spoilsport.

“Even though you like it rough.” Ben’s thumb slipped in and I sobbed. Damn, I reallywasa whore. I couldn’t help it. Because the second he was inside me I wanted more, more, more. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. It couldn’t.

Deeper he slipped, the scratch of his knuckle catching on my rim as he leaned back to watch himself disappear inside me again. When I glanced back, I wished I hadn’t.

Because one look at the concentrated, almost pissed-off expression on his face made my dick threaten to spill entirely untouched.

“When the girls aren’t in the other room I’m going to edge you,” Ben promised, pulling his thumb out slow and easy, before fucking in with a snap that I felt all the way to my toes. The next time, he pulled out all the way. My hole twitched, begging for more.

“Edge me?”

“Edge you,” Ben agreed, slipping his index finger in this time. It wasn’t as thick, but damn, it was long. I clenched around it, and Ben rumbled his approval. “I want to see how long it takes to make you cry.”

Well that was terrifying and also the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

“Won’t take much,” I admitted as he fucked in and out, the wet slap of his wrist echoing through the room. He slid his middle finger in with the other on the next thrust, and it burned so good my toes curled.

“Have you ever worn a cock ring?” Ben asked, keeping up the pace even though I was falling to pieces beneath him.

“Um. No.”

“One day we’re going to buy you one,” Ben hummed. “Bright red. So it blends in with your pretty little,” he flicked my cock head and I howled, “Dick.”

When Ben slid a third finger inside me I lost the game with my patience. I ground back against him, fucking onto his knuckles with a sob as my body trembled beneath him.

“Look at your toes curl,” Ben cooed. “Youlovebeing fucked, don’t you?” He twisted his fingers down, pressing hard against my prostate. Isobbed. “You give me these looks, you know?” Ben hummed, the sound of his fingers fucking into me somehow growing louder as I moved back to meet his thrusts. I was surprised he even let me move, he was so damn bossy.

“L-looks?” I managed, even though I had no idea how my mouth was still working.

“Your eyes beg for it. For me to fuck you. I bet you’d let me pull your pants down and slip inside you anytime, anywhere.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“You…” Ben sped up, his fingers twisting, the pounding against my prostate too much for me to be able to survive. I lost my train of thought, head swimming with sensation. When I came it felt like I died. Pleasure exploded through my body, my cock spilling and spilling and spilling.

And it was good, it wassogood.

It was so, so, so good.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered. “Oh fuck. Please.Please.” Ben kept his fingers inside me, shoving in hard now, his knuckles pushingagainst my rim so I could squeeze and squeeze and squeeze around him.

And then, because my teddy bear was clearly the devil, he leaned down, low and slow. And just like before, his warm breath curled around the shell of my ear as he purred, “I wish this was my dick. That I could feel you squeezing around it. Milking me dry. Letting mebreedthis sweet little ass.”

When my brain had stopped being broken and my limbs worked again, I made it mymissionto touch Ben’s dick.

When I told Ben that, he snorted out a laugh, gently removed his fingers from my ass, and gave it a parting rub. He did not respond to my stink face, other than to grin, lay on his back like a good sport, spread his legs, and gesture magnanimously at his cock.

It flexed toward me.

Like he was offering me a fucking treat.

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