"Even if it takes all night."
He thrusts into me harder and harder, his thumb on my clit, and the pressure is so intense.
"Ben," I moan. "Oh God, Ben."
"That's it," he growls. "Say my name."
I cry it again.
The orgasm hits hard, and I call out, my body shuddering.
Ben doesn't slow.
His fingers are relentless, and he fucks me deeper and harder, until a second orgasm is building.
"One more," he says, his voice tight. "Come on my cock again."
He fucks me faster, his thumb working my clit, and my vision goes white.
I cry out and shake and buck against him.
The pressure is intense and the pleasure is blinding, and the world seems to narrow to just the two of us.
His lips claim mine.
His tongue strokes into my mouth in time with his cock, sending me soaring even higher.
My hands grip his shoulders. My legs lock around his hips.
He lets out a low groan.
"You're so tight. So fucking wet for me."
"I want to feel you come," I whisper.
He kisses me, his hand sliding into my hair, his mouth hungry and demanding.
He thrusts into me once, twice, then stills, his lips leaving mine, and his breath is hot and ragged against my cheek.
"Not yet," he growls, then abruptly pulls out of me.
Before I can ask why, his fingers are on my clit, and his teeth are grazing my nipple.
I shudder and writhe.
"Ben, please."
"Again," he says.
His fingers are rough, and his movements are frantic, and I can't breathe.
"Come again, Paige."
"I can't," I groan.
"You can," he growls, and his mouth latches onto my other nipple.
He sucks hard and fucks me with his fingers.