Page 44 of Resisting the Temptation
“I want to feel you, Sir. Please.”
“You just had a very emotional experience with the paddling, I’m not sure—”
“Please,” I beg, rolling my hips again. “I promise, Sir, I’m good. I want—no—Ineedto feel you.” I need the connection with him.
Ben lets out a mixture of a growl and a groan. “Since you interrupted me,Dulzura,you’ll have to do all the work. Get off for a minute.”
I climb off of him so he can take off his underwear, which has a wet patch from me on his lap.Oops.He settles back onto the bed with his legs spread as he fists his cock and strokes it slowly twice.
“Come ride me,Dulzura.Show me just how eager you are to have your pussy filled.”
I jump on the bed and straddle his strong thighs, notching the fat head of his cock at my entrance. I thought he was big last time, but he seems larger now, if it’s even possible.
While Ben’s hands grip my hips, I slowly sink onto him until our laps are flush together.
“Goddamn,that’s it honey. Take all of me,” Ben groans.
I sit back up on my knees, which leaves only the head in before I slam back down onto him.
“Fuck yes, let me see these tits bounce. Ride me, Emma. Make us both come,” Ben demands before taking my nipple into his mouth.
I don’t think too much about him calling me Emma and not “honey” or “Dulzura”. If I think too much about it, my heart will get involved.
Bracing myself on his strong shoulders, I bounce up and down rapidly while he sucks and nips my nipples and breasts. He bites hard enough I’m sure there’ll be a mark tomorrow.
I can’t wait.
My ass stings when I sit down fully, and my thighs are starting to burn, but I don’t want to disappoint him, so I push through it.
Ben must sense my stamina waning because in an instant, he flips us so he’s hovering above me, his face mere millimeters from mine.
I have the strongest urge to grab his face and crash our lips together, but I push the thought away.
“Are you close,Dulzura?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, can I come?”
Ben brings one of my legs over his shoulder. “Come for me. Come before I fill your pussy with my cum.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he starts a brutal pace. The angle makes it feel like he’s hitting spots that have never been touched before and within seconds, I’m coming. This release feels like taking a big breath of air after holding your breath. My head feels fuzzy and my limbs numb as the pleasure overtakes me.
When I think my orgasm is about to subside, he pinches my clit and sets me off again, one orgasm rolling into another. My climax must push him over the edge because soon after, his hot cum fills me to the brim.
Ben stills but stays inside me for another minute while we catch our breath. I open my eyes to find he’s already staring at me, something unreadable in his gaze. I wish I could read whatever’s happening in his head.
“Stay right here. I’m going to get something to clean you up.”
I nearly whimper again when he pulls out of me, and to my horror, I feel another few tears roll down my cheek.
I quickly wipe them away so Ben doesn’t think I’m over-emotional and overly sensitive. The last thing I need is him deciding he doesn’t want to be around me because I’m too much—too needy.
He comes back with a bottle of water and a snack. He quickly cleans me up before ordering me to drink and eat. If he notices my tears, he doesn’t say anything as he wraps me in a soft blanket and cuddles me from behind while he strokes my hair.
I know aftercare is important, especially after the way I reacted to the paddle, but this feels too intimate. It’smaking me think he cares about me more than he probably does.
After a few minutes of silence, he quietly asks, “Do you know why you were crying during the paddling?”
“I guess part of me was embarrassed I liked it. But another part of me felt… safe to cry. Like the paddling shook loose some emotions I’ve been holding in.”
