“Come on, Scar. I can’t even count how many times I’ve fucked my hand over the past two months since you came waltzing back into my life.”
“So I’d be the first?”
“The only,” he clarifies, and fuck if that doesn’t reignite the flame that was burning only minutes ago.
“Is that what the lube is for?” I question as I take in the two barbells on the underside of his cock. My mouth waters at the thought of running my tongue over them.
“No, this is my self-restraint,” he tells me as he holds up the bottle.
“Restraint?” I ask.
“Yes,” he answers as he kneels on the bed and fists his cock in one hand while pouring lube over his length with the other. I watch as he pumps his fist, working the lube up and down his shaft. Once he’s thoroughly lubed, he crawls up the bed until he’s kneeling between my spread thighs.
“Tell me to get lost, Scar.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Famous last words,” he mutters as he leans down and spits on my pussy.
Holy fucking hell. Why is that one of the hottest things anyone has ever done to me? What is wrong with me?
Bennett braces himself on his elbows, his biceps bracketing my head as he lowers his hips until his cock grazes my clit. When he works his hips forward, his piercings brush against my clit and my hips buck from the stimulation.
As Bennett continues to glide the head of his cock over my entrance, to my clit, and back, over and over again, my moans must get louder, because he silences me with a searing kiss.
When he pulls his lips from mine, he looks down at where our bodies fervently move against each other.
“I need more,” I tell him.
“No,” he growls.
“Fuck me,” I demand but he just shakes his head, unwilling to meet my gaze. “Why?” I ask.
“I haven’t earned it yet,” he answers as if that isn’t the most vague thing I’ve ever heard.
Unable to put much thought into his bizarre answer, I mirror his fixed gaze and marvel at the sight of his cock sliding against my clit repeatedly. The depravity I feel in this moment from the way this manmakes me feel without so much as entering me has my pussy clenching and my clit throbbing, rearing me toward release.
“Oh, fuck. Bennett, please. Please don’t stop,” I beg and I’m far too desperate to think of the consequences of my actions right now.
“Never, not until you get what you need,” he promises through gritted teeth. I throw my head back and turn my face to muffle my moans into the pillow.
His thrusts become frenzied then, his length moving through my soaked slit without abandon until the head of his cock slips inside of me and I can feel the euphoric stretch of my pussy around his piercings.
I. Come. Completely. Undone.
White hot pleasure blazes its way down my spine and explodes in my core with lethal sensation.
Never before. Nothing has ever felt this good. Forget thinking about our previous night together all those years ago, this man has just shamelessly ruined me.
My clit continues to throb as Bennett pulls out and glides his length through my slit once more. He closes his eyes and his muscles quiver as he struggles with his restraint. With his teeth gritted, I watch in fascination as Bennett relinquishes control and comes undone right along with me.
His hot cum coats my stomach, and in an act so obscene I can barely wrap my head around it, he leans his weight against one forearm and uses his other to drag his fingers through his release and trace the word “mine” across my lower abdomen.
“Such debauchery,” I tell him, left otherwise stunned by everything that just happened in the last several minutes.
“It’s the truth. Don’t act like you don’t love it, baby girl,” he says as he hovers above me, lowering his head for a tease of a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
As he hops off the bed, I’m left bewildered and boneless from my release. Bennett returns moments later with a wet washcloth and a dry towel to clean me up.
