Page 153 of Counter Bet

His hooded gaze drops to my mouth. I’m stroking the thick bulge in his jeans, and one of his hands is palming my naked breast.

He pushes up on his knees and makes quick work of his belt. He frees his dick and begins stroking his hard shaft before swirling his thumb over a bead of precum glistening on the engorged head.

I pull him down on top of me. “I’m on the pill. I need to feel you.”

He groans deep in his chest and shivers, his lips hovering over mine. He darts his tongue out, licking a hot path along my bottom lip. “This time will be hard and fast, okay? I’ll take my time with you later.”

Our lips clash in a violent kiss.

“Please, Ben,” I beg, bucking my hips and guiding him to where I ache for him.

“Don’t hurt me again,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. He hooks his fingers in my panties and presses forward, stretching me with his wide girth.

I struggle to take all of him. He’s big, and it burns, so I dig my nails into his back and whimper. It hurts so good!

When he bottoms out, he grunts and pauses for a moment to let me adjust to his size.

My eyes flutter shut.God, he feels so good!No other man can compare to how he makes me feel. I’m complete with lips on my skin and his weight on top of me, pinning me down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I need to move.” His arms by my head shake as he holds himself back.

I lift my head, whispering against his lips, “Fuck me.”

He wraps his hand around my throat. Then pulls almost all the way out before slamming into me hard.

My tits bob, and my lips part on a soundless cry.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, slamming into me again. He grabs the underside of my knee and forces my leg wider.

He’s fucking me hard and fast now with months of pent-up frustration. It’s like he can’t slam into me hard enough or squeeze my throat tight enough. He’s pounding into me with savage brutality. The nip in the air fades in comparison to the heat building low in my stomach. He leans down, kissing me as fiercely as he fucks me, and thrusts his tongue into my mouth in time with every punishing slam of his hips.

I stare up at the cloudless blue sky overhead as he buries his face in my neck. This moment is better than anything I could have ever imagined. Feeling him inside me again, his hands on my body…

“Fuck me harder!” I pant, coaxing another tortured groan from his lips. My breasts bounce in the frigid autumn air.

Ben latches on to my dusky nipple and sucks hard, swirling his tongue over the sensitive peak before doing the same to my other nipple.

He stiffens when he comes and buries his head in my neck on a deep grunt. My arms are wrapped around his sweaty back beneath his t-shirt, and my lips are pressed against his neck. I can feel his dick throb inside of me, and I soon fall off the edge with him, milking his dick and moaning his name until we lay spent in each other’s arms.

He rolls off me, and we stare up at the blue sky. Neither of us speaks a word, content to lie out here in the field until Ben rolls his head and scans his eyes over my face. “You’re cold, princess. We need to get you inside and warmed up.” He gets to his feet, handing me my ruined dress. His warm cum leaks out of me as I quickly put it back on.

He smiles, nudging his head toward the way we came. “Let’s go back to the car, and I’ll turn the heating on full blast. We can drive to mine if you want? Dallas will be home soon.”

My eyes sting with happy tears. He has no idea what this moment means to me. I never thought I would hear those words from him again.

He pulls me into his arms and whispers, “It’s okay, baby. We’re together again, and I’m not letting you go this time.”

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The journey to his place is far more relaxed.

Ben threads his fingers through mine. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m happy.”

He grins. “Yeah?”

I stroke my thumb over the back of his tattooed hand and hum in agreement.

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