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“God, that feels so good. Put me in your mouth,Dulzura.Earn your reward.”
He gathers my hair in a ponytail and helps guide his hard cock into my mouth, I trace the veins on his shaft with my tongue, cupping his balls in my hand. I pull back and take a deep breath before taking him as far as I can, gagging a little when he hits the back of my throat but recovering quickly.
His groans of pleasure spur me on, and I start bobbing my head in a steady rhythm. I don’twanthim to come down my throat, I want him to come inside me. But if it’s what gets me the prize I’m desperate for, I’d swallow it like the good girl I am.
Suddenly, Ben pulls my hair, and I pop off of him, spit and drool dribbling down my chin.
“Alright, honey, I’m not coming in your mouth today. You’ve earned your reward. Go to the guest room, take off these pretty underthings, and get on the bed on all fours.”
I scramble to my feet and rush to the guest room, taking off my bra and panties as I go. When I get on thebed on all fours, I hear Ben behind me, clicking the door shut and kneeling behind me on the bed.
He tugs the jeweled end of the plug—something I wasn’t expecting—pulling a moan from my throat.
He chuckles as I rock back into his touch. I should be embarrassed about how needy I am for him, but I’m not. Ben loves when I become a whimpering, needy mess for him.
“Are you ready for me,Dulzura?” he whispers.
“Yes, Daddy. Please. I need it. Need to feel you.”
“Mmm. I love it when you beg.” He pulls the plug out of me, and I immediately feel empty. The desire to beg again is strong, but I wait. I hear the click of the lube bottle and feel the cool liquid land between my cheeks.
Then, the head of his cock is there, pressing into me slowly. Even though the plug stretched me out, it’s still a tight fit, and I tense when it starts to burn slightly.
“Fuck.You’ve got to breathe for me, honey. Let me in. Play with your clit and relax.”
I snake my hand down to my clit, feeling how wet I am as I draw tight circles and try to relax my muscles. Ben pushes in farther, the stretch seems impossible. How the hell is my body capable of this?
But then the slight bit of pain subsides, and Ben is fully seated inside me. His hips are flush with my ass and—
“God, I feel so full,” I whimper.
“You feel so good, honey. So fucking tight. A perfect fit. I’m not going to last long, but I promise to take care of you.”
I know he will. He always does.
Ben pulls out, leaving just the tip in before he thrusts back in, then he does it again and again. Setting a steady pace that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
My fingers on my clit falter, but I try my best to keep up the rhythm, wanting to go over the edge at the same time as him. A few more thrusts, and he stills. Feeling him pulse inside me sends me over edge with a sharp cry of his name.
We collapse on the bed, and Ben pulls out of me and cuddles me from behind whispering praises of how good I did for him, how proud he is of me for trying something new.
We shower together, and he washes my body like he usually does after a scene, and this time when we fall asleep, it’s with my head on his chest and his arm around my waist.
Chapter 59
Emma
Six Months Later…
The past six months have been a whirlwind of work, holidays, date nights, and sex.
Around Christmas, I started spending some weeknights with Ben. Now, half of my clothes are at his place, along with another set of toiletries so I don’t have to keep toting them to and from work. I know he’s waiting for the right time to ask me to move in, and I know Jordan is probably itching to ask Moss to move in with them. They’re still denying their feelings, but I see the sparks between them.
On days I don’t sleep at Ben’s house, he picks me up and takes me to work, and on the weekends, we spend our time playing. We go to the club at least twice a month because Ben likes to show me off, but I much prefer our free use weekends where Ben likes to fuck me when I’m in the middle of cooking or doing laundry. We even had a risky encounter in a grocery store where he dragged meinto the family bathroom and fucked my face until he came down my throat.
The first time we ran into Drew at the club, things were awkward at work for a bit, but we’ve all seemed to come to an agreement that we don’t talk about the club or what we do there.
Things at work have picked up with the start of Derek’s project, so Ben and I don’t get as much time together as we did before.
