Page 49 of Counter Bet

Right now, it is!

“Good girl,” he whispers huskily, stroking his fingers down my face to cup my jaw. It’s a tender touch, so unlike a minute ago.

He brushes the pad of his thumb over my swollen bottom lip and whispers, “What are you doing to me?” His eyes search my face before he straightens and tucks himself in. When he’s done, he turns his brown eyes on me.

I feel it down to my soaking wet core.

“Lay down on your back, princess. Knees up high.”

My clit throbs painfully at the command in his voice. I slowly scoot down on the bench seat and lie back. Ben crawls on top of me and rests his elbows beside my head, his eyes intent on me. He takes me in beneath him as if I’m a vision worth memorizing.

I squirm under his weight, seeking more pressure. More of everything.

“Be still, baby. I’m going to take good care of you.” His lips connect with mine, and he wastes no time deepening the kiss, swallowing my soft gasp. I feel the press of his lips, his warm tongue, and hot breath down to my toes.

They curl in my shoes.

It’s a kiss that starts out slow but soon becomes frenzied as the chains on his control snap. He kisses me harder. His touch is rougher.

I dig my nails in his hard biceps. My clit pulsates, and sparks of desire shoot down to my pussy.

He groans into my mouth and bites my lip. I growl in response, tasting blood, pulling him to me with such force our teeth clash.

“Fuck,” he breathes into my mouth, running his hands all over my body, exploring my every curve. I’m too lost in him to care that we’re out in the open.

I tear my lips from his and throw my head back with a moan when he yanks up my cheer top and sports bra. The cool air slaps my naked tits before the heat of his mouth envelopes my nipple, and he tugs the rosy bud between his teeth. It’s not gentle.

I cry out in surprise.

Ben soothes the sting with his warm tongue and laps at the hardened peak. I love how he touches me. He’s rough, grabbing me a little too hard.

He squeezes my breast in his big palm to the point of pain and then sucks on my nipple. It’s primal and possessive. I never want gentle hands on me again.

“Please, Ben.” I’m moaning and rocking against him, seeking pressure, and one of his calloused hands is wrapped around my throat while the other is squeezing my tit. “Please…”

“Shhh.” He crawls down my body and settles between my legs.

I lean up on my elbows, so I can watch him.

He inches my cheer skirt up until it pools around my waist, then looks down at the briefs I have on. They’re a far cry from the usual silk and lace I like to wear, but I can’t do tumbles and backflips in a thong.

I trap my bottom lip between my teeth as I take in the sight of him palming my mound. His green hair flops in his eyes. I long to run my fingers through the strands and tug sharply until he growls.

It turns me the fuck on to see his tattooed hand cup my pussy possessively over the fabric of my underwear like he owns me.

God knows, at this moment, he does!

I whimper needily and rock against him, palming my breasts, tweaking my sore nipples.

Ben watches me play with my tits. He slowly begins to inch my briefs down my legs and then throws them on the steering wheel behind him. He wets his lips, lowering his eyes to my sex.

I open my legs and bring my knees up high like he asked. I can’t believe I’m fully bared to him like this with my soaking wet pussy and ass on full display. I was never this brazen with Rick.

Ben screws his face up like he’s in actual pain. “Fuck!” he groans, still staring at my wet sex. It’s a tortured sound, filled with desire.

I bury my fingers in his green hair, unable to resist the urge to touch it. It’s as smooth as I imagined. I tug on the strands until I hear him hiss. “Stop playing with me, Ben.”

He chuckles deeply, and a look of mischief flashes across his eyes. “Maybe I won’t let you come. I’ll just keep you on edge, princess.”

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