Page 156 of Counter Bet

“Relax, baby.” His lust-filled, gravelly voice has my pussy clenching.

The pain soon turns to pleasure as I grind against his fingers and silently plead for more.

Ben removes his fingers, runs them through my dripping juices, and uses it to lube his cock. “Try to relax, baby.” He presses forward, slowly, until his cock is buried to the hilt in my ass. The grip on my neck tightens. His sweaty brow comes down on my shoulder.

“Move!” I manage to choke out as I arch against him.

He chuckles, brushing my hair away from my face before gripping hold of the back of my neck again. “Careful what you wish for, princess.” He pulls all the way out and slams into me. My head hits the back of the couch. He tightens his grip on my neck and slams into me again, groaning. And again. My nipples chafe on the couch as he fucks my ass hard.

“You feel so fucking good! Do you like my cock in your ass, princess?” he grunts, slapping my ass cheek.

His filthy words and the sharp sting make a scream rip from my lips. Yes, I like it a fucking lot! I love his raw strength and being dominated by him. I love the effect I have on him. I love knowing he’ll think of this moment tomorrow in class when he’s bored.

With one last grunt, he flips me over onto my back, slaps my pussy, and sinks back into my ass, riding it hard.

“Ahhh! Ben!” I moan, pushing up on my elbows so I can watch him take me.

“Fuck, you’re so turned on,” Ben groans torturedly while he drags his fingers through the juices dripping from my pussy before sinking two fingers inside of me, watching them slide in and out.

Fuck, it’s too much sensation.

“Harder, Ben!” I groan, grinding against his fingers and cock.

“Feels good, huh?” He grins, then removes his fingers, pushing them past my lips. “Suck!”

I do. God, I do. I suck and lick. Tasting myself on him.

“Touch yourself,” he instructs, shoving his fingers down my throat until I choke. His other hand wraps around my throat. “You love it. I can feel your ass squeeze my cock.”

He lets me go, grabbing hold of my legs and pushing my knees up high until my ass is in the air.

I reach down and rub my clit while he runs his eyes over my body, watching my tits bob with every slam of his hips. Everything about this is filthy, and it calls to those dark parts of me that only seem to come out to play in his presence. Dallas is more of a gentle lover, unlike Ben, who always fucks filthy. I’m sore for days after Ben.

“Fuck,” he curses, then drops one of my legs and grabs me in a chokehold again. “Look at me when I fuck you!”

I meet his gaze, gasping for air, rubbing my clit until I’m teetering on edge.

“Come on my cock,” he orders, squeezing my throat and pressing me back against the couch.

I explode around him, thrashing and screaming his name as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced washes over me.

Ben releases my throat and clamps his hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. He pulls out, grabs my hand, and wraps it around his cock.

I stroke his silky length greedily until he comes all over my chest and neck, his warm cum coating my nipples.

His chest heaves, and his black hair, damp with sweat, sticks to his forehead as his hand falls away from my mouth. I ache everywhere in the best way possible.

“Stay there.” He grabs his jeans off the floor and roots through his pockets until he finds his phone, holding it up.

“Are you recording me?”

He smirks. “Smear my cum over your tits, baby.”

Quirking a brow, I drag my fingers through his cum and make a show of pinching my nipples before sucking him off my fingers, moaning at the taste.

He puts the phone down on the coffee table, then wipes me down with his t-shirt. When he’s done, he throws the t-shirt aside and takes my lips in a searing kiss, whispering, “I love you!”

It doesn’t take a genius to know that he punished and claimed me with his caveman act tonight, and I’m not going to deny the fact that it turned me on.

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