Page 68 of Ember

I grabbed his head, intense pleasure racing through me. He fucked me with his tongue, and then pushed his fingers in.

Just like I’d thought, they were dexterous, the same skill that played over the piano keys finding my G-spot.

He flicked his tongue across my clit over and over while he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them and making me gasp. Slow, steady circles built wave after wave until I came so hard stars burst into my vision. I was soaked and trembling. Ben nuzzled my thigh, licking softly and crawling his way back up to my stomach, undoing his pants as he went.

His cock was massive, thick and long, with a red knot already swelling at the base. My pussy clenched at the idea of him inside me, fresh wetness pouring out of me.

“Oh, hell yes,” I said.

Ben chuckled, his hair messed up from me grabbing him. “Position change first.” He rolled me onto my stomach and slid his hands under my hips.

“Yes, alpha, take me,” I whimpered, lifting my ass into the air.

“Not yet, my darling,” he said, sounding strained. He shifted so he was behind me, and positioned me so we were both kneeling, my back pressed against his chest.

One hand moved to where my neck and shoulder met, and the other roamed my body. Smoothing over the curve of my hip, cupping my breast, my pussy.

I relaxed against him. It didn’t seem like a submissive position, but I knew that could be deceiving. Between his hand on my shoulder and his free hand, he could move me into whatever position he wanted.

I loved it. My pussy gushed wetness, and tension built, like my body ignored that I’d just had an orgasm.

He licked my neck. “You’re mine.”

I arched my hips, his cock hit my ass, and I whined. He was long and thick, and I would definitely feel the stretch.

If I had known he was fucking hung like a horse, I wasn’t sure I would have been able to resist jumping him before now.

Ben moved the head of his cock against my pussy and dragged himself up and down. It was exquisite torture. I tried to angle it so his rubbing would push inside me, but his arm wrapped around my upper body stopped me.

I whined. “You’re so mean. Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“With every fiber of my body,” Ben whispered in my ear. “You’re not ready yet.”

“I am so wet.” I wiggled again, trying to make him lose control.

He nibbled my neck, sending delicious little spasms down my body. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

He squeezed my breast, and he pressed the tip of his cock against me. I felt the slight stretch and I would have given my left kidney for West to come lick my clit.

I filed that idea under the Later Pile and tried in vain to shift my hips to take him inside me.

“You’re mine,” he breathed against me. The hand on my shoulder squeezed, and he brushed his thumb against my throat.

I froze.

“There it is.” He nipped my neck, not hard enough to break skin, and I almost told him to bite me.

My legs quivered from holding the position, my wetness leaking down onto the head of his cock. I had to give in to the idea that I couldn’t move or come until Ben decided it was time.

“Please, alpha,” I panted. “Please.”

I normally hated begging; it felt degrading. I only ever begged West.

But something about him unraveled me, like he was waiting for signals from my body I didn’t even know I was giving.

Ben let out a hot breath on my neck. “Do you know how amazing you smell? How hard it is not to plunge myself into your sweet wetness?”

I whimpered again. My pussy clenched around nothing, but he must have felt some of the spasms, because he groaned and pushed the tip in.

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