Page 200 of Just for the Plot

Staring into the mirror, he says, “Fucking perfect.”

And then his hand moves to my breasts, his fingers grazing over my nipples.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he says as his other hand lowers the vibrator and gently presses it against my slit.

I melt into his touch.

“Eye contact,” he snaps, forcing me to look at him in the mirror.

“Good girl,” he whispers and then presses kisses along my neck, looking up at me in the mirror every other kiss.

“Could you feel me inside of you today?”

“Yes,” I moan as he presses the vibrator harder against my clit.

“Could you taste me on your tongue?” He rolls my nipple and I let out a hiss of pleasure as I continue to look at him in the mirror.

“Yes.”

“Did you crave me every fucking second of the day?”

“I wish I had the day off. I wanted…your…fuck,” I groan as he continues to play with my nipple.

“What did you want, beautiful?”

“Your cock. Badly.”

“Then fucking take it,” he says before lifting my leg up on the ottoman next to us and then angling himself so he can slip inside me, the spread of my legs heightening the experience as he brings the vibrator back to my clit.

“Oh God, Bennett.” My head falls back to his shoulder and he thrusts up into me, making my entire body jolt with his movement.

“Eyes on me,” he snaps, causing me to lift my head and focus on him in the mirror. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, I can already feel you squeezing me.”

“Because…I’m…close.” The vibration’s right against my clit, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure.

Pleasure only Bennett has been able to give me.

The type of pleasure I always read about but wasn’t sure actually existed. I’m here to say that it does exist.

“I want you coming hard.” His hand grips my neck. “Drench my cock.” He squeezes just enough to send a thrill of passion through me as he thrusts, the vibrations of the vibrator sending me all at the same time.

“Fuck, Bennett,” I yell as pleasure rips through me, my clit spasming, my pussy clenching around him.

“Yes, baby, fuck. Squeeze me. Fucking good girl.”

He holds the vibrator against my clit, not letting up as I continue to spiral over and over, his thrusts and slide almost too much for me as my pleasure doesn’t stop, but keeps going.

“Jesus fuck,” he shouts as he drops the vibrator, bends me over, and then pounds into me at an angle so deep that he’s hitting me in a different spot, sending me over the edge once more, my moans uncontrollable, the pleasure so intense that I black out, vaguely noticing the sound of his groans before he spills into me, his body stilling and his chest rumbling with pleasure.

After a few seconds, he helps me back up to standing, turns me around, and holds me tight as I feel his cum start to drip down my leg.

And I love every single second of it.

He kisses the side of my head, both of us sweaty and spent.

“Christ,” he whispers, his body slightly shaking. “I’ve never come as hard as I do when I’m with you.”

“I didn’t know sex could be like this,” I admit. “Sure, I read about it, but that’s fiction.”