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I look up at her from between her thighs and give her a sinister smile. “Oh, honey. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 31
Emma
Ben wasn’t lying.
I don’t even know how many orgasms I’ve had tonight, or how long we’ve been going. It could be an hour or twelve—I have no clue.
Ben released my wrists around the fourth orgasm, taking care to rub the feeling back into them before he promptly flipped me over so I could straddle his face.
My pussy is sore and overstimulated, my thighs are beard burned, and my body is sticky with sweat and honey residue. But for the first time in maybe ever, I don’t have a single thought in my brain other than Ben and the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing me. I feel a little dizzy, and my limbs are relaxed.
When my arms can no longer hold me up, he lays me down on my back and uses the vibrator on me again.
“What’s your color,Dulzura?” he asks as my umpteenth orgasm subsides.
“G-green, Sir,” I croak.
“Are you sure? We can stop whenever you want.”
“I want your cock, Sir.”
Ben smiles. “Such a greedy little slut. Do you think you’ve earned it,Dulzura?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ben hums, then crawls up my body. “I’ll give you my cock,Dulzura,if you promise to come on it. Give me another one. Show me how much you love getting fucked by me.”
“I prom—” My sentence breaks off with a moan as Ben thrusts into me in one swift move.
“Fuck, honey. Needed this pussy. Been missing it so much. Never want to go that long without it again,” he mumbles as he pulls out and slams back in.
I can’t even appreciate his words because his pubic hair chafes against my abused clit as his cock punishes my pussy. The sensation is overwhelming and delicious at the same time.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, Emma. Looking so thoroughly fucked. So wrung out. You look so fucking beautiful. You’re taking everything so well. Such a perfect little slut for me.”
My pussy clenches around his cock at his praise. I’m sure I look well fucked. My makeup is probably ruined and my hair a frizzy mess, but Ben thinks I look beautiful.
Ben pulls out and flips me over so I’m facing the foot of the bed and he’s kneeling behind me.
“Look at how good we look together,” Ben rasps, gripping my hair in his hand and using it to turn my head towards the arched mirror in the corner.
I gasp as I take in the scene.
Ben looks like a god with his golden skin and chiseled jaw. My pale skin, marked with ink, is a lovely contrast. He was right about me looking thoroughly fucked, but I’m also glowing. My hair looks like spun gold in his grip, and my eyes are glassy, making the blue look electric.
He thrusts into me from behind, and I want to close my eyes at the sensation, but I force them to stay open so I can watch the muscles in his arms flex as he thrusts.
The new angle means he’s hitting me even deeper, the meaty head of his cock hitting my G-spot with every thrust. I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm this many times, but still, I feel another building.
“I feel you clenching,Dulzura.Come again for me.”
“I can’t,” I protest, and Ben spanks my ass.
“Youcan.Youwill.” He spanks me again, then his thumb presses against my back hole.
“Someday, I’m going to put my cock in this tempting little hole.”
