Page 43 of The Last Ride

He pistoned his shaft in hard, brutal digs. But soon even that wasn’t enough—for either of us. He withdrew long enough to relocate us to the center of the bed. And then he was inside me once more. I scored his back with my nails as I felt the coming explosion. Sweat slicked our forms. The loud smack of flesh hitting flesh filled the bedroom.

I moaned and writhed, then moaned some more. Ben was giving me the fuck of my life. All I could do was hold on for the ride.

Between one breath and another, my body imploded with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. My pussy spasmed as I came, gripping his shaft, trying to draw him even deeper. Bliss unlike anything I’d experienced swamped me. I was floating in a sea of profound ecstasy. Every thought scattered as he thrust, drawing out my orgasm as tidal waves of ecstasy battered me again and again until I wasn’t sure I had anything left in the tank.

Ben stiffened above me. He roared, his entire body strained as he came, flooding my sex with his semen, extending my pleasure even further.

He held me close, his face buried against my neck. As my body and consciousness returned, I gasped at the unexpected sensation. Ben was still hard. I didn’t even know how it was possible. But he didn’t stop fucking me. He thrust, plunging deep until my toes curled at the intensity of his lovemaking. It was too much, and not nearly enough, as my need resurfaced.

I wondered how long I could continue before my body gave out. He was making the two-pump chumps I’d been with before seem like amateurs who’d never done the deed. Because he kept on fucking me. His big cock plunged inside as if he was trying to reach my soul.

We were locked in a battle of the senses. Ben appeared to be competing for the role of the damn Energizer bunny. He just kept going, fucking me again and again and again.

I came twice more in rapid succession until I was delirious with pleasure.

“Ben,” I moaned, writhing beneath him as I felt my body tighten as he thrust, driving me toward another climax. I didn’t even know it was possible to come this many times in a single night. How could I when it had never been like this before? I was fit and worked out religiously. I’d worked to hone my body. But this was on another level.

Ben slowed until he was screwing me in a leisurely fashion that set my teeth on edge. It was like he had all the time in the world and was just enjoying gliding deep inside repeatedly until I thought I would lose my mind.

“What is it, Moira? Spit it out. I’ve never known you to be shy.” He grunted as he thrust so deep it felt as if his cock reached the back of my throat.

Clutching at his back, knowing I would leave marks and not caring that I was, I panted. “I just…can’t believe, oh god, oh…your stamina.”

A slow, seductive grin spread over his features. “Babe, that's because you’re fucking a SEAL. I could do this for days.” He thrust so deep he hit the lip of my womb, walking the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain.

“Oh god.”

“Oh yeah, in this moment, I am your god, babe. By far this is the best invasion I’ve ever staged.”

“Ben, I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Give me one more, babe, and then I’ll let you rest.”

“Hurry,” I begged, beyond senseless.

With his gaze trained on my face, he proceeded to drive my body up another steep cliff. Our breaths mingled. My body reached for the glistening pinnacle of ecstasy.

Wanting it.

Aching for it.

I ascended to the gates of heaven, only to have my orgasm sink its feral teeth into me until I screamed as I came harder than ever before. My nails shredded his back as he power-drove into me and followed me over into bliss.

We ended in a tangled, sweaty heap with Ben’s face buried against the crook of my neck.

“I’ll move in a minute.”

I pressed a kiss against his neck. “You’re fine right where you are. I gotta admit, I like the way you feel.”

He grinned against my neck. “Likewise, babe.”

With a groan, Ben finally withdrew and rolled away. But he dragged me with him so I was cuddled against his side.

“We should get up and shower,” he murmured against my temple.

“Later. Once my legs start working again.”

Ben’s dark, rumbling chuckle filled my soul. “Touché.”

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