Page 80 of Ridin' Free
“Hmm,” I panted, not even bothering to open my eyes.
“Do you feel what you’re doin’ to me, baby?”
He pressed the bulge in his jeans against my center and a shiver raced down my spine as a soft mewl sounded from the back of my throat.
I dragged a hand down across his abdomen, over the waist of his jeans, reaching for his crotch—but it wasn’t enough, and it was maddening. Without thinking, I unfastened his button, released his fly, and shoved my hand inside of his boxer briefs, wrapping my fingers around his length. He was warm and hard, but smooth and velvety. He was perfect.
His eyes bored into mine as I swept my thumb across the tip of him, smearing precum over his head. He jerked his hips reflexively, and the grip he had on the back of my neck was so tight, I knew his restraint was at a tipping point.
“Sparky—it’s not a fuckin’ toy. You’ve got two choices. Lift that dress or get on your knees.”
We were outside on a hill overlooking a vast and quiet park. The tree line around the reservoir was sparse, which made us not exactly hidden, but whether or not we were truly alone I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
Icouldn’tcare.
I needed him like I needed my next breath.
Without a word, I let go of his cock, hitched up my dress, pulled aside the barrier of my thong, and tugged on his shirt. Not two seconds later, he filled me with a hard thrust and a grunt, stealing my breath in the process.
“Benson,” I sighed.
He didn’t pull out of me as he propped his forehead against mine and reached down to take hold of my right thigh. I wasanxious for him to move—for him to fuck me—but my sex clenched around him in elation, as if being joined with him was right and good and enough.
“Always so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
I felt my nipples pebble at his words, and the muscles of my sex spasmed again as I moaned, “Yes, daddy.” It was true. There was no sense in denying it.
Rather than pull out of me, he somehow buried himself deeper. He adjusted his grip behind my head, yanking a fistful of my hair, forcing me to crane my neck, causing a slight bend of my spine. I could hardly breathe, certain no one had been so deep inside of me before.
“Daddy,” I whined, my need so immense I was on the verge of tears.
“What? Hmm? What do you want, baby? What do you need?”
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me, daddy, fuck me!”
He pulled out halfway ever so slowly, his eyes locked with mine all the while. Then he pounded into me hard, stretching me open and filling me to capacity. He repeated the act once, and then once more—and the agony of his pace was so intense, when he filled me a fourth time, I was startled by my orgasm.
“Shit—oh, shit—Ben,” I moaned as my body quaked. I gripped the back of his neck with both hands, needing to feel his skin against mine.
“That’s my girl,” he muttered with a crooked smile.
I barely had a chance to recover before he began to pick up the pace, taking me in hard, short thrusts, rocking the bike beneath me. He felt so good as he glided in and out of me, my arousal coating his bare skin, drenching us both. My body temperature was on the rise as if our friction had sparked a fire that burned within me—a fire I couldn’t control.
Benson was the only man I’d ever known who made me so hot I wanted to be completely naked. I almost resented thefact that we were outside and fully clothed. I would have been consumed by my frustration if not for the distraction of my second orgasm, which he was beckoning valiantly.
“You’re not done, Ali,” he ground out, his grip around my thigh tightening. “You’re gonna come again for me.”
“Yes. Yes,” I breathed on a nod. “I’m close. Don’t stop.”
He rode me faster, coaxing me to the edge of oblivion.
“Get there, baby. Now.”
“I need—I need—fuck, I’m so close,” I moaned in desperation.
He let go of my hair, and then his thumb was on my clit, all but demanding me to come. So, I did—loudly. I clung to Benson so tight, I lifted myself an inch off the bike; and while he came at the behest of my sex clamping down hard around his, he held me locked against his chest as he freed an indulgent groan and filled me with his release.
When we both began to relax, he settled me back down on the seat, thrust inside of me one more time, and then slowly pulled out. Rather than let me go, he reached between us with two fingers, caught his seed as it began to leak out of me, and shoved it back inside.
