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Dick.

I tighten my grip on his hair and buck up, rocking my pussy against his chin. The scratchy stubble on his jaw feels incredible against the inside of my thighs.

Ben’s smile is devilish. He dips his chin, eyes on me, and laps at my center. His pierced tongue disappears through my wet folds.

I cry out in pleasure as my body comes alive with sensation. I roll my hips and grip his hair in a vice, chasing the release I’ve been denied for too long. “Ben!” I moan, falling back on the seat, breathing hard.

He spreads my thighs even wider until I’m lying with one foot pressed to the dash and the other is resting on the back of the seat.

“Oh, god!” I cry out when he plunges his tongue inside of me, fucking me with it like it’s his cock and rubbing my clit with his fingers until I see stars. He then swaps and sinks his thick fingers inside me and sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” I chant, delirious with pleasure. The windows are steamed up from my panting breaths. Ben knows exactly what he’s doing with his skillful tongue.

“You’re such a good girl!” he praises, watching his fingers move in and out of me. I’m dripping on his leather seat. “Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers, princess.”

God, his dirty words…I moan so loudly it shocks me. “Ben, please. Please!”

He removes his fingers and sucks them clean, groaning deep in his throat. My body rocks back on the seat when he plunges three fingers back inside of my tight pussy.

It hurts in the best way possible.

I buck against him, crying out in a heady mix of pain and pleasure. I love that he doesn’t touch me like a porcelain doll.

“I didn’t hear you, princess,” he mocks and slaps my nipple. The sharp sting makes me gasp and squeeze around his fingers. He’s so filthy. Rick never touched me like this.

“You like that, huh?” Ben chuckles, slapping my nipple again. Much harder this time. He pinches it painfully before doing the same to my other nipple.

It’s too much. There’s a chance I won’t survive Ben.

“I love it, Ben!” I barely recognize my own voice.

Smack!

“You love what?”

I clench around him. “Jesus! I love it when you finger fuck me! Please, I need to come.”

Ben smirks. “My name is not Jesus, but since you asked so nicely, your highness.” He lowers his head back down and laps at me, faster and faster until I don’t know my own name anymore. My body rocks on the cracked leather with every powerful thrust of his fingers.

I grab the top of the seat with one hand and push against the glovebox with my other to keep myself from falling off. My eyes roll back. Fuck, I’ve never experienced anything close to the insane pleasure I’m lost in now.

Ben shifts, rubbing his finger over my puckered hole.

I tense.

Rick never ventured near that area, and the new sensation is almost too much.

He sucks my clit between his teeth and pushes his finger inside until it’s knuckle-deep. It takes me over the edge. The feel of his finger in my ass is so forbidden that I explode around him.

My back arches off the seat as the orgasm crashes over me violently like a burst dam. I convulse, moaning his name.

I’m lost in sensation.

Lost in him.

I lay spent, catching my breath. I’ve never come so hard in my life!

Ben sits back up, wiping his mouth. He looks smug in the way only a man can when he’s ruined his woman.

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