Page 121 of Slay Ride

I don’t know what he has planned, but I want to find out. I rock back against him, wincing as his piercing rakes against my insides.

“Ten minutes,” he says. “Can you handle it for ten minutes?”

When I push back against him again, he has his answer.

Seconds later, I have mine.

His hands circle my waist, and I have never felt so small. He could twist his wrists and snap my spine if he wanted to. “Hold on tight, kitten.”

In the next breath, he pulls me backward and slams my ass against his pelvis. Colors dance in front of my eyes as his dick pushes into my guts. Pleasure and pain spike in equal measure, and I don’t have time to register either feeling before he forces me forward, then slams me onto his cock once more.

“Oh, fuck, I have wanted to use your body for so long. I’ve fantasized about holding you, just like this, and pumping you on my cock until I come.”

“Fucking destroy me,” I whimper, and where the fuck did that come from? The mask is giving me more confidence than I bargained for.

I hear Bennett’s smirk when he says, “With pleasure.”

His hands move from my waist, and he taps my shoulders. Knowing what he wants, I push my arms behind me so that he can grab my wrists.

“God, you are so fucking obedient.” He snatches my arms backward, raising my chest from the back of the couch. He says something else, but I can’t hear him. His voice is lost to the music.

Opening my mouth, I cry out, unwilling to hold in that sound any longer. It hurts. With each thrust, he drives so deep that I don’t think I can take it anymore. Each punishing rush of his hips is like being in a car crash. His raw power drives up my spine. It curls my toes and brings tears to my eyes. But at the tail end of every pulse of his hips is the promise of pleasure. It’s there. I feel it.

“Brace yourself,” he says before releasing one of my wrists, and I grip the back of the couch as he pulls out and motions for me to stand. “I want you to ride me. We have seven minutes, and I want you to come.”

“But what about you?”

He shakes his head. “You’ve taken very good care of me on this trip. Tonight is about you. Use me. Fuck me like I fucked you.”

As Bennett sits on the couch and looks up at me, I can’t help but wonder if I’m the first woman to have this privilege. He isn’t someone I consider very generous, but right now, he’s offering himself to me, and I plan to make use of him.

I raise my skirt and straddle his waist. My hand goes between us and holds his cock steady as I hover above him.

“Six minutes. Make it count.” He puts his hands on my waist, but I grab them and place them on my chest as I sit on him. Gritting his teeth, he sucks air through the mask.

I lift my hips and push down again. My clit rubs against the fine hairs on his pelvis, and I grind against him, chasing thatfeeling. The piercing in the head of his cock rubs against my insides, coaxing my orgasm closer with every scoop of my hips.

For what may be the first time in my life, I don’t think about what I look like. I don’t worry about what the man beneath me will think. The mask guards me from reproach, and the confidence unlocks some hidden place inside me.

I grind on his lap, moving faster and faster as pleasure coils in my stomach. Bennett squeezes my breasts. I lean forward and grip the back of the couch for leverage so I can fuck him even faster. Even harder.

My orgasm is right there, and nothing will stop me now.

I close my eyes and lose myself as he pants against my chest. Sweat slides between my breasts, though I don’t know whose. I don’t even care. My thighs burn, my pussy aches, but nothing will stop me from enduring every second of this orgasm. Not even Bennett as he grips my hips and tries to stop me from moving.

“It’s fine!” I shout. “Come inside me! Fucking fill me!”

But he isn’t coming. In fact, I feel his dick deflating inside me, and it’s kind of ruining my post-orgasm high. With his arms still wrapped around me, I finally realize what he’s doing. He’s trying to hide behind me.

That’s when my entire world comes crashing down around me.

The music is off, the lights are no longer so dim, and the door to the cubicle hangs open. To make matters so much worse, filling the entire doorway is a flashy purple dress I helped pick out.

“Kindra!”

I fall off Bennett’s lap, and he hurries to hide his dick. No wonder he went limp. I don’t even have a dick, but if I did, it would be fucking flaccid too.

Looking back at Bennett, I remember the cover story. It might even work. Maybe I can get her out of here and convince her that it was Maverick beneath me. Bennett is sitting down, so the height difference isn’t as noticeable, and the lights aren’t at full strength, so yeah, this could work.

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