Page 98 of Slay Ride

Clawing the sheets, I open my mouth and produce a sound that is two-parts scream and one-part guttural moan. It sounds very unsexy to my ears, but Bennett seems to enjoy it.

“Scream through it, kitten. That’s it,” he says as he eases in and out of me. “Get used to the feeling and let me know when you want to come.”

My interior muscles grip the turkey leg and pull, but Bennett keeps traction on the bone, and it doesn’t slip inside me. That’s a fucking relief.

With one of my fears assuaged, I gain enough courage to push back against him. Because I want more. I want every inchof him, and he’s only giving half at most. I rock back again, moaning as the cuffs of my ass finally meet his powerful thighs.

“Damn, look at you.” He smacks my ass and grips my hip with his left hand. “Hungry little slut, aren’t you? So fucking greedy for what I’m doing to you. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

I moan and rock into him again.

“Say it,” he growls. “Beg me for it.”

“Please fuck me,” I plead, and my desperation is wholly genuine.

He thrusts forward, meeting my ass with his thighs again, and sparks fly up my spine. Those pleasurable jolts glide through my veins, into my lungs, and straight to my brain. My back arches, and I nearly go limp with ecstasy.

The meat in my ass presses down on his cock, and I can’t tell where one ends and the next begins. As far as I know, I’ve completely blown out my insides and will be removed from this bed by a coroner. I’m okay with that. If Bennett keeps fucking me like this, if I keep feeling this full, I’ll die of pleasure anyway.

He leans back, giving me a new angle to experience, and I bite the pillow again. His cock piercing rakes against my insides. My nipples brush against the silk, and pain ricochets off my ass as Bennett smacks it. I’m lost in a dizzying rush of sensations, and I never want it to end.

“Fuck, I’m ready,” I moan. “I want to come.”

“Touch yourself. Play with your pussy.” Bennett’s grip firms on my hip. “I want you to come so hard that I have to fight to stay inside you.”

Considering the intense pressure building in my lower abdomen, that’s a very real possibility.

I push my hand between my legs and find my clit, which is still so sensitive from the orgasm I had only minutes ago. Hewants me to come, and I want to come again, but now I feel pressure of a different kind.

The pressure to succeed.

Clearing my mind as best I can, I turn my focus to the sensations thrumming through my body. If I rub a little above that overly sensitive nub, the feeling isn’t so intense. It’s almost . . . nice. I grip the tail end of that feeling and try to hold on to it, but it slips away.

“What’s wrong?” Bennett asks. “Do you need to stop? Are you uncomfortable?”

I rock back against him to shut him up. While I appreciate his concern, it won’t help me get off any faster. But his cock might, so I need him to keep thrusting.

“Just fuck me,” I say. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He finds his rhythm again, and I return to the puzzle that is my body. I want to come again, and I can feel the orgasm with every thrust of his hips. It’s right there, so close, but it’s just out of reach.

“Get Emilio,” I say as I motion toward the drawer. “He’s the little guy that should be right on top.”

Bennett pulls out of me without any hesitation, leaving me feeling almost empty. He then reaches toward the drawer and grabs my little silver bullet, all while gripping that bone and ensuring I don’t end up at the ER with a very embarrassing story. He drops the tiny toy into my hand and wastes no time getting inside me again.

I flick through the settings until I find the gentlest one—just strong enough to hold my orgasm within reach without vibrating my poor clit to numbness. As I press it against me, his rocking motions move my hand as well. The jolts are so quick, his thrusts so incredibly deep, and suddenly, I’m accomplishing the impossible.

“Oh, good girl,” he groans. “Fucking soak me, kitten.”

It doesn’t matter if I want to or not, because it’s happening. The pressure builds to a painful crescendo. My legs shake. My pulse thumps in places I’ve never felt it thump before, and I’m fairly certain I’ve lost use of all senses besides whatever fuels this brain-breaking orgasm. Sharp pains spear the joints in my toes as they clench and unclench at a feverish pace. I have no control over it. I have no control over anything.

Warm liquid gushes out of me, and Bennett growls.

“God, you aresodirty.” He punctuates every syllable with a thrust.

My legs can no longer support me. The bones in my body dissolve, and I melt into the mattress as Bennett continues to fuck me senseless. The worst part? I fell with the vibrator between my legs, and I’m still fucking coming.

“I can’t, I can’t,” I say.

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