Page 59 of Until the Ink Dries

I grabbed the sides of his head and thrust more of my pussy into his mouth. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he peered up at me. His gaze was intense, almost animalistic, as he feasted on me. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he released it with an audible plop.

“This pussy…” he said, kissing my lower lips. “You fucked up giving me this shit, Willow.”

Standing to his full height, he grabbed his condom clad dick and stroked it.

“Nobody is else gonna be able to fuck this pussy like I can once I tame you.”

If I could squirt on command, that would have done it. He slid the head of his dick between my slick folds, each stroke pulling a moan from me.

“Benny, please…” I begged.

He chuckled. “You want it?”

“Yes!”

My voice sounded desperate, even to my own ears. But Iwasdesperate to feel him. Desperate for him to feel me. He’d created this insatiable need all in a matter of minutes, and I wanted to be fulfilled.

Grabbing my arms, he pinned them over my head, locking them in place with one hand. I gasped as he slid his thickness into me, making me take every delicious inch of him. The slow, deliberate strokes to my middle already had my body trembling beneath him.

“Shit, Willow!” He bit his lip and groaned as he filled me to the hilt. “That’s how this pussy hittin’? So tight… so fucking wet.” Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my stomach. “Arch that ass for me. Let me see if you can really take it.”

I did as he requested. Pushing myself up on my knees, I dropped into the perfect arch. Again, he ran his dick along the length of my slit before filling me with all of him. With his thumbs planted in the familiar dimples of my back, he delivered slow, deep, methodical strokes.

Part of me wanted him to speed up, but the other part of me was enjoying the delicious torture. The way he rolled his hips into me. The way he fisted my kinky coils to hold my head up every time it dropped. My cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

“Benny!”

“Shit!”

“Oh God!”

“You feel so good!”

“I love how vocal you are.” He slapped my ass. “Didn’t I say I was gonna enjoy making this ass clap against my thighs? Shit! Throw it back. Let me catch that muthafucka.”

I braced myself on my hands and threw my ass to meet his strokes. Nothing but the sounds of panting, muttered curses, and skin slapping filled the air around us. I could feel myself at the brink of ecstasy. It started at my toes and worked its way up to the apex of my thighs.

My clit began to throb and when I reached between us to alleviate the pressure, I knew I was done. My body began to tremble.

“I’m gonna cum…. Shit! I’m gonna cum!”

He pushed me face first onto the bed and pounded my pussy until tears streamed down my cheeks and I repeatedly cried out his name as I came with back to back orgasms. With a final stroke, I felt him release into the condom with a loud grunt.

“Fuck!”

Both of us remained in position, panting heavily. After catching his breath, he slid out of me, and I slumped to the bed. Behind me, he chuckled.

“Don’t pass out on me yet, love,” he said, slapping my ass. “I’ma get you some water, but you gotta be ready for round two.”

I turned my head slightly as he walked out of the room.

Round two?

This was going to be a long evening.

Igroaned as I pulled the covers up over my head.

The sun was shining bright as hell like the rain hadn’t soaked me just yesterday. I thought I might get a few extra minutes of sleep until my phone started ringing.

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