Page 37 of Bang Buddies With Benefits
“Please finish me off. I’m…” She cleared her throat and slowly ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip, cranking my desire to be balls-deep in her pussy to the painful level. But I’d fought this hard, and I had a promise to keep.
I repositioned my mouth inches above her clit and exhaled a warm breath that caused her entire body to shiver. “Yes? I’m going to need to hear the end of that sentence, kitty-cat.”
“I’m begging you, okay?” The words came out in a rapid rush, but it was a victory all the same. “Please, Zac,” she added, her lower lip popping out. “Please use that talented, sinful tongue, and make me come. I can’t wait any longer.”
Tilting my head so my cheek rested against her inner thigh, I stuck out the body part she was such a fan of, flicking her clit with the tip. I grinned at her resulting keen, and I couldn’t help shifting so that my hard-on pressed against her leg as I flattened my tongue to her.
Our groans came out in unison, a soundtrack of pleasure that reverberated through her body to mine, until it engulfed us both. I rewarded her for her concession, plunging two fingers inside of her as I sucked her into my mouth.
I built her up again, the tremors in her body alerting me that she was close.
Her hands had been tied up, her arms over her for long enough I worried it might hamper her enjoyment. I glided my fingers up the seam of her, spreading her wetness over her and increasing the pressure and speed of my strokes as I leaned over her body. The thing about my knots were that fighting against them left them tighter, and yet they didn’t take much to undo if you knew how.
Catalina’s jaw dropped at how quickly her restraints came undone, and I slammed my mouth over hers, mimicking the movement of my fingers with my tongue. At long last, she gave herself over to me and the moment, her body going completely pliant. No more thinking, no more forgetting, just experiencing.
I moved my mouth to suck on her neck, reaching back to undo her bra as I continued to pump into her slick walls. They clamped me tight, begging me to stay as vehemently as that sassy mouth of hers begged me to finish her off. She bucked and cried out as my fingers curled inward and found her G-spot.
“Izaac, that’s it, that’s it, that’s—uhnnnnnn.” She shattered, rocking the entire bed with the force of her orgasm. I’d always prided myself on my ladies-come-first mantra. While she’d always gotten there, convincing her to fully relinquish control of the situation paid off. Aftershocks ran through her for several seconds, and I watched, enthralled and triumphant at the prolonged twitching of her muscles.
I’d been confident I could deliver but managed to even impress myself with how well.
My cock was so hard and impatient that I might have blue balls even after I came. Instead of attending to myself, I concentrated on expending every last ounce of gratification, Catalina’s enjoyment a reward for me as well.
“See what happens when you beg?” I asked, and she cast a sated smile my way, her lids heavy as she stretched, displaying that gorgeous body of hers with perfection.
Straight white teeth dug into the plumpness of her reddened, slightly swollen lower lip. Then she reached up, cuffed the scruff of my neck, and tugged me on top of her for a kiss. “Haven’t you heard,” she muttered, “no one likes a braggart.”
“Seemed like you liked me well enough a second ago.” I rolled my tongue over hers. “Can you taste how turned-on you were when I had my mouth between your legs.”
While she didn’t admit it, her contentedmmmmsaid enough. She withdrew a gold foil square from the nightstand and tossed it at me. “Less talking, more banging.”
Since I’d pushed her enough, I didn’t bother reminding her that I was still in charge. Especially since she and I were entirely on the same page.
Although the instant the condom was in place, she pushed against my shoulders, pinning me to the bed as she rolled on top of me. Learning was a process, and she’d yielded once already, so I let it go. And while I was inwardly pretending to be all benevolent about it, the truth was, it also provided me with another stellar view.
Hands braced on my pecs, Catalina lifted herself a few inches, positioned herself over top of my hard, ready shaft, and slowly slid into place. I let out a grunt, and she sighed in relief. Then she began bouncing, her breasts moving with the motion—another perk of this position, pun fully intended, and I reached up to get my hands on the jiggling fullness, the peak of her nipple dead center in my greedy palm.
The harder I squeezed, the tighter her walls clenched me, each lift and drag tempting me to let my eyes roll back in my head.
Not yet.
Not until after she got lucky number two for the night. I angled my hips so she could use the weight of her body to drive my cock deeper inside. Her ass cheeks bumped into my balls, and black dots swam across my vision.
Switching up my grip, I grabbed hold of her other tit and reached between us. Working on becoming ambidextrous for flair bar tending had other perks as well, including being able to keep up the necessary ministrations.
Increasing the pressure, I rolled the slick nub between her legs, faster and faster.
Her entire body shuddered, her stranglehold so forceful and intense that the threads on my control frayed and unraveled. Snap, snap, snap—until a singular string remained.
So much for letting her have her way. If asked, I’d claim that’s why I flipped her onto her back, wrapped my hands around her knees, and brought them up on either side of our entwined bodies. I gyrated on top of her, circling my hips as I plunged in and out of her welcoming heat.
“Holy shit, holy shit. Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her entire body seized, the connected part of us sheathing me tighter than ever, and one one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one—
A primal, guttural noise emanated from my throat as my release pounded through me, as intent on destruction as Catalina had been after I’d told her she’d have to beg. Completely wrung out and no longer capable of drawing fresh oxygen into my emptied lungs, I fell to the side of her.
Blindly, I reached out, the need to curl her into my arms outweighing the urge to replenish the oxygen in my lungs. My chest continued to heave as I pressed my mouth against her temple. “Couldn’t resist grasping for the wheel there at the end, could you?”
“You took it back from me there at the end. And my oh my, did you ever use it to your full advantage.” She blew out her breath and patted my cheek. “The room is still spinning from my second orgasm. You really have been holding back.”
