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“Did you pull out or come inside of her?” I ask, grinding down on top of him as his other hand slides between my legs and plays with my clit.

“Pulled out, took my condom off, and came on her back.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Did you claim her like you claimed me?”

“No,” he says, pinching my nipple, almost making me yelp. “She meant nothing to me, just a way to get off while I fucking thought of you the entire time.”

“You did?” I ask, feeling breathless.

“All the fucking time. It’s always been you in my head.” His hand roams from my breast up to my neck, where he holds me tightly, his lips speaking directly into my ear. “Whenever I was with someone, or alone, it was you, right there, in my vision. You bent over the bed, me fucking you. You, in the shower, jerking me off…every scenario, it was you.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, so turned on by that. “How much did you want me?”

“Every goddamn day,” he whispers, his lips caressing my cheek.

“And when you saw me…”

“Yearned, fucking burned for you. I was desperate, cherished every second while wishing that you would look my way, joke with me, touch me…”

“And when I did?” I ask, moving faster on top of him, his cock so big that I can practically feel him in my stomach.

“I’d think about it for days.”

“Would you touch yourself at night?” I swivel my hips, trying to get the right position to push me over the edge as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine.

“Yeah, I would.”

“Would you ever look at a picture of me and fuck yourself?”

“The picture of you in a bikini at the lake…”

“Oh my God, that’s so hot.” I turn my head to kiss him, and his hand climbs from my neck to my jaw, holding me in place as his tongue connects with mine.

His other hand moves up from between my thighs to my breast, where he plays with my tits, heightening the experience for both of us until I’m gasping and pulling away, my body falling forward so my hands are planted on the coffee table in front of me, my legs are tucked under, next to his, and I have the perfect angle and leverage to lift up and slam back down on him.

“Fuck,” he groans as his fingers dig into my skin. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Use me.”

I bounce on top of him, the angle making him go deeper and hitting that special spot. My fingers curl into the coffee table as that fuzzy, dizzying feeling starts to overwhelm me, my orgasm right there…

“God, Bennett…you’re so big. I love your cock.” His hand slides up my spine, all the way to my hair, where he twists his fist into the strands and then lightly pulls my head back.

“Then fuck yourself with it,” he says.

I scream his name as my orgasm tears into me, pulse after pulse of pleasure hitting me all at once as I feel feral with my hips, bouncing and grinding until I feel him stiffen under me, his cock swelling, and then he’s groaning.

“Jesus fuck, baby.” He thrusts up into me a few times, his orgasm the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. He lets out a deep breath, lets go of my hair, and then pulls me back so I’m up against his chest again. He looks over my shoulder, his hand running like a feather over my stomach and my breasts, turning me on all over again.

“I will never get enough of you,” he says as he plays with my pebbled nipples. “Never.”

“Good,” I say, squeezing his cock with my pussy, getting turned on all over again. “Because I can’t give this up.” I turn so I can kiss him on the lips. “I can’t give you up.”

“Not going anywhere, beautiful.” His tongue runs across mine and I moan before leaning to the side until my back hits the couch. I place one leg up on the back of the couch and the other off the side. I wet my fingers with my tongue and then bring them down to my clit when I say, “I want your mouth now.”

His eyes light up as he shifts on the couch, naked, ready to have a feast.

CHAPTER 37

BENNETT