Page 63 of Say I Do

I didn’t answer fast enough, and Benito’s hand came down on my cock. Pain erupted and spread throughout my body, turning to molten desire. I moaned the moment I remembered how to breathe.

Benito grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought our faces close together. His warm breath fanned over my lips. I ran my tongue over them in anticipation of him kissing me.

“I ask a question, and I expect an answer.”

“Or wha—” My reply dropped off into a sharp gasp as Benito slapped my aching cock again.

Pleasure lit a fire in the pit of my stomach. My legs spread further on their own, not even shying away from the pain. I needed it like I needed air. I wanted to cum so damn badly. I was pretty sure if Benito asked me for my social security number, I’d happily hand it over.

“Answer the question, Harlow.”

There was a question. What was it again? Benito’s heavy hand came down again, and my back arched off the table as pain and pleasure made me their bitch. A whimper tumbled free before I caught it.

“Wha— What was the thing— question?”

Benito fisted my cock, driving me insane. “Did you let him see you in your panties?”

I shook my head.

His hand tightened around my cock. “I need verbal answers only.”

“No.” It sounded strangled to my own ears.

“Good.” Benito’s hold on me softened, and I whimpered for a different reason.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

“I don’t plan on it. I’m going to make it so you can’t function without my cock stuffed inside of you.”

Our mouths came together in a familiar dance that had me moaning for more. Benito stripped me bare, and I did the same to him. I wanted to be skin-to-skin, nothing in between us.

“Shit, no lube,” Benito growled as he pulled back.

“If you step away from me, know that fork won’t be the only thing that gets embedded in your flesh tonight.” I looked around the kitchen that we both barely used. Neither of us could cook for shit. I pointed at the brand-new bottle of olive oil. “There.”

Benito stepped back from me only for a moment as he grabbed it. He was quick to open it, showing just how desperate we were for each other. He lathered his cock up with a decent amount and shoved three fingers inside me at once.

“Fuck!” My head thumped against the table as my breath was taken away. I felt so full and empty at the same time. He pumped them into me without an ounce of hesitation. Benito forced me open.

“You like being spread out like my whore, don’t you?”

Again I didn’t answer fast enough. Benito found my prostate and pressed down on the sensitive bundle of nerves as he brought his hand down on my cock again. I screamed in pleasure as I fought back my climax.

“Yes.”

“I knew you could be good if you tried.”

I licked my lips, trying to figure out what to say to that. Benito was turning my brain into mush.

I shook my head.

“What? No, you can’t be good, or no, you can’t believe that you want to be good for me?” Benito asked as he pulled his fingers out of me.

“I— I don’t know.”

Benito placed my legs on his shoulders as he lined his cock up with my hole. “Not good enough. Answer.”

He couldn’t be serious. I squirmed, trying to get closer to his cock. All I needed to do was get him inside of me.

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