A seductive chuckle slipped out of Benoit as he reached for my shoulders.“I’ve never known you to be subtle,mon monstre.But just so we’re clear—you want to watchme”—he leaned in and brushed his lips over mine—“come all overyou.”
“From my mouth to my cock.” I bit down on his lip—hard. “Think you can do that?”
He shoved my shoulder back to the bed.
“Oui, it’ll be my pleasure.”
And mine,I thought as he climbed up on the bed and straddled my thighs. I went to direct my cock up, for him to lower himself on, but Benoit swatted my hand away and shook his head.
“Oh no you don’t.” He shifted further up my body, past my aching erection, and settled on my abs. “There was no mention ofyoudoing anything. So for now, I think you can just lie there and enjoy the show.”
He started to roll his body over the top of mine in a way that should be fucking illegal.
“In fact,” Benoit crooned as he walked his fingers up my chest, “why don’t you slip your hands behind your head?”
My body vibrated with restrained power as I allowed him to pin me to the mattress. But we both knew one surge of adrenaline would be all I needed to have him laid out flat. So for now I would indulge him, knowing thathewas about to indulgeme.
“I love your body,” Benoit said, more to himself than to me, as he put his palms on my chest and began to rock over me. I could feel his thighs tighten at my waist as he dragged his hot balls over me. “So strong,” he continued. “So hard.” His fingers dug into my skin, his short nails biting in a way that would likely leave blood. “Sopowerful.”
Benoit let out a low moan as he reached down and took hold his cock, then he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, and with his body braced for maximum movement, hereallybegan to dance for me.
His fingers flexed, his hand stroked, his hips swayed, and his entire body rolled in time to the provocative beat throbbing all around us. He was magnificent to watch, his movements so fluid even as he pleasured himself. It was like a well-choreographed dance he’d done a hundred times before, and judging by the masterful way he worked his shaft, that was likely accurate.
My hands itched to touch, grab, pleasure the man, destroying every thought I had. But, not wanting to deprive myself of what I knew would be one hell of a finale, I gripped my hair and pulled the strands tight, in an effort not to come before he did.
“Jesus, Benoit…”
He moaned, and those hazel eyes opened and locked on mine.
“You look andfeelunreal.”
Benoit bit into his lower lip as he swiped the head of his cock with his thumb. Then he reached down and held it out to me.
I craned up, sucked it between my lips, and groaned as his flavor hit my tongue. As I lay back down, Benoit started to move a little faster.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Mmm…”
“Sensual.”
“Tell me more,” he panted, and dug those nails hard into my chest.
“The most gorgeous thing I’ve ever set my fucking eyes on.” My breathing was ragged now, my dick aching for release as I watched him get himself off. “The second I saw you, I knew I was going to doanythingto have you.”
Benoit cried out then, my words spurring on his climax as he bowed forward and tipped his head back. His cock jerked in his fist as hot jets of cum sprayed out over my chest and hit my chin and face.
He was a feast for the eyes—and tongue—as I licked his arousal from the corner of my lips, his flavor exploding in my mouth like a potent aphrodisiac, as my own orgasm raced down my spine.
I gritted my teeth and reached for his hips, ready to flip him to his back and take him like the starving man he’d turned me into. Then Benoit’s eyes opened and he flashed me a sly smile.
“So…didthatearn me a taste of you?”
My words from last night wound tight around my frustrated cock like a lover’s fist—or better yet, Benoit’s mouth—as he climbed off my lap and planted his hands by my hips.
“You earned more than a taste.” I looked down at him and directed my dick to his mouth. “You earned a whole fucking mouthful.”
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