But she doesn’t give me a second. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down until our foreheads touch.
“I want you to fuck me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters,” she whispers. “Because you already are to me.”
Oh.
Fuck.
That’s the kill shot.
I sink deeper with a groan that comes from somewhere in my spine, and she screams, high and desperate and half-wild.
“Yes, you’re so deep. Benji, you’re so fucking big.”
“Yeah?” I rasp, moving just an inch, then another. “You can take it?”
“I’ll make it fit,” she pants. “I’d let you rearrange my fucking organs.”
I moan, lost. I’m in her, all the way in her, and she’s still taunting me like I’m not already on the brink of spontaneous combustion.
“You’re so tight,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to rock forward again. “You feel unreal.”
“Fuck me, please.”
I start to move, slow, deep strokes that have her arching and panting, hands scrabbling against my back.
“Gotta go slow,” I say, even though my hips are already snapping faster. “Wanna make it last.”
“I’ll kill you if you stop.”
“Precious,” I groan, driving into her deep enough to make her cry out again, “you keep clenching like that, I won’t last.”
She laughs, even while she’s taking all of me like a champ.
“I want you to come,” she gasps. “Want to feel it. Want you to lose your fucking mind, Benji.”
I am losing my mind.
With her moaning my name and telling me I’m the best she’s ever had and her tiny fucking body wrapped around mine like it was made to take me.
I shudder through it, cursing and gasping, and she holds me like she knows.
She likes it. She wants it all.
Her legs are wrapped around my waist, her nails are in my back, and her moans sound fucked, like she’s already on the edge.
I’m barely holding on.
“God, you’re tight,” I pant. “You feel so good, ma’am, I, fuck.”
“Keep going,” she breathes. “Just like that, I’m so close.”
“I got you.” I drive into her with slow, heavy thrusts. Every stroke punches a new sound out of her throat.
Her pussy clamps down so hard it makes me groan through my teeth. She’s spasming, whole body trembling under me.
“That’s it,” I whisper, cupping her face as I keep thrusting. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
“I am,” she cries, arching up into me.
