Page 119 of Neighbors With Benefits

“He’s eating me out,” I said, glancing at the phone camera on the bedside table. “His tongue is solong.”

And then his tongue slid higher, just as it had before we were on camera.

“Mmm,” I groaned. “He’s doing something really fun, now.”

“Tell them,” Dante demanded. “Don’t be shy.”

“Tell us,” Aiden’s voice drifted from the phone speakers. “We’re dying to know.”

“Dante… is licking my ass.”

Saying it out loud gave it a kind of power. Having it happen was one thing, but describing it made it so much morereal.

“Do you like it?” Bash asked in a tight voice. I imagined him stroking himself in the hotel room.

“I think Idooooo,” I said, the last word transforming into a long moan.

Dante rumbled with laughter. “She likes it a lot.”

And then he was rising again, gripping my waist, and burying his cock into my pussy again. I cried out in surprise and pleasure as he resumed where he had left off, pistoning into me so hard that our skin slapped noisily together.

“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he purred behind me.

Between thrusts, I managed to get out: “You. Can do. Whatever. You want.”

His fingers squeezed my waist tighter. “You sure about that?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I was curious to find out. Usually it took me a while to get comfortable with a new lover, but I found myself eager to please Dante. All of my inhibitions were gone.

“I can handle whatever you have in mind,” I promised.

Dante leaned forward and nibbled at my earlobe, then whispered, “I want to fuck you…”

“Yeah?”

“In. The. Ass.”

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I gasped instinctively.

He wants to fuck me in the ass.

That wasdefinitelynot something I had done before. I’d seen it happen in porn, and sometimes that turned me on, but it wasn’t something I had ever wanted to try in real life. That was the kind of thing that only happened in fantasies.

But the way he said in into my ear, almost begging? God, it turned me on. I still wasn’t sure I would love it, but I absolutely wanted to try it with him.

I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me, without exception.

“I’m yours,” I replied. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“You sure?” he asked.

I glanced over my shoulder at him. “I think so.”

“I’ll go slow,” he promised, kissing me fiercely. “I think you can handle it.”

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