So, so close.
"You're gonna come, aren't you? So hot, so sexy."
"Yes," I breathe, clinging to him. "God, yes."
"Do it. Do it. Come for me."
I cry out, the orgasm ripping through me, pleasure so intense that I see stars.
"Fuck. Fuck."
Ben swears, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as I tighten my legs around his waist.
He rocks his hips against me, stroking himself against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I cling to him.
I've never felt anything like that.
Never.
And the look on his face is everything.
Pleasure. Need.
Lust.
His eyes are wild, his pupils wide, the blue almost black.
I slide my hand between us, grasping his cock.
He swears, his hips rocking forward, his eyes closing as his forehead drops to my shoulder.
"You're so hard," I say.
"You're killing me." His voice is raw, harsh.
I slide my thumb over the head of his cock, and he swears again.
"I want you inside me," I breathe, guiding the head of his thick cock to my entrance.
Chapter Twelve
Ben
I grip Paige's ass, lifting her higher.
She slides my tip between her folds, and I hiss.
She rocks against me, slowly taking me in.
"So good," I groan, the words muffled against her shoulder.
Her legs are tight around my waist, my cock sinking deeper and deeper into her tight pussy.
"Ben," she groans in my ear.
"God, I've wanted this," I say, the words raw.
I pump my hips, driving into her, and she cries out.
