“Funny.” He made himself comfortable against his pillows, his soft sweatpants still clinging for their lives against his thighs as she indulged in how good they felt against her skin. “I’m easy for you, too. You think I get this hard, this fast for just anyone?”
“Yes.”
He laughed from the pit of his diaphragm. “Just because I can get hard for almost anyone, doesn’t mean it happens in ten seconds. It takes someone special to turn me into a horny terror.”
Eden’s mouth parted over his tip, her knees digging into the bed as she savored the salty taste of his precum and the sweet sensation of her own climax in her mouth. Their flavors went together like the moon and the stars.
“You can come in my throat,” she told him.
“You can try. But I hope I don’t.”
She took that as a challenge.
It hung in the dark air between them. Eden didn't wait for a response. She descended, her lips parting to envelop the head of his cock again. The taste was immediate – the clean, salty musk of him, laced with the faint, sweet evidence of her own body.I’m getting greedy.The more she experienced the way they tastedtogether, the more she wanted it. Who needed fancy cocktails whenthisexisted for a nightcap?
Eden started slow, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge.I’ll worship the ground he walks on tonight. Her hands rested on his powerful thighs, muscles tensing beneath her touch. She could feel his control, the way he held himself perfectly still, surrendering to her ministrations as he fought to maintain his composure.
But Eden wanted to break him. She wanted to see him undone, to feel the surrender in his body, to hear it in his breath. She took him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. The temptation was delicious, and where she thought she couldn’t do round two already, she now wished she had something to fill the emptiness between her legs.
Benson shifted. The way his breath grew heavier, his hips twitched with the urge to thrust…He wants to go all out.His hand, which had been resting lightly on her head, tightened, his fingers tangling in her hair. He wasn't forcing her, not yet, but he was taking her mouth as his. All his.
Eden went for it.
She took a deep breath through her nose, relaxed her throat, and pushed forward. His cock slid deeper, past the point of comfort, into the tight, constricting space of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull back. She held him there, her nose pressed against his sweatpants and her whole body focused on this single, intimate act of trust.
“Fuck,” he groaned.So raw.She wanted more. “Eden… your fucking mouth…”
He was close. So rigid in the way his cock swelled inside her mouth. He was on the precipice, and she was the one who had pushed him there.
But he wasn't going to fall. Not yet.
She slowly pulled back, her spit replacing her arousal on his cock. Her lungs burned for air, her jaw ached, and her heart fluttered in submission to him. She looked up at Benson, her vision blurry with eager tears. In the dim light, Eden saw the raw look boring down at her.
“Look at you,” he said in that low, haunting voice of his. “So fucking eager. You’d choke on me all night if I let you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Eden whispered, her voice hoarse. “All damn night.”
A cruel smile spread across his face. He reached down, thumb brushing away a stray tear that had tracked down her cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the filth spilling from his lips.
“I knew it from the moment I saw you,” he said. “That sweet, innocent face hides a dirty little slut. A girl who gets wet at the thought of being used by a brute like me.”
He was right. Every word was a hammer strike against the dam of her self-control. She could feel the arousal gathering between her thighs.Fuck me again, brute.The aching emptiness was a plea from the void that was her need to be fucked.
“Well, Iwasa Butterfly,” she reminded him, grip locked on his cock. “You have to be a certain kind of slut to be one.” She meant it, too. Not anyone could do what she did last weekend – andlikeit.
“You love this, don’t you?” he continued, his hand tightening in her hair again, guiding her back down. “You love the taste of your own cunt on my cock. You love knowing I was just inside you, that I filled you up against the wall like a sweet slut.Myslut.”
He thrust up into her mouth, not deep enough to choke her, but enough to make a point. To remind her of who was in control. Of the power dynamic that had been established from the very beginning of their relationship.But it was in my courtall along.She could say no and walk away at any time. Being treated like this? It was because she got off on it.
“Your throat is so tight around me.” Benson’s hips moved in a slow circle. “You’re trying to make me come, aren’t you? Trying to milk me dry with that pretty mouth.”
His words were a drug, and she was hopelessly addicted. She surrendered, her body going limp, her only purpose to be a vessel for his pleasure. She was no longer Eden, the woman with a complicated life and a head full of conflicting thoughts. She was just a mouth, a throat, a body to be used.Thank you, world.She had finally relaxed enough that she was in this space. The blessed space of a submissive slut who could do whatever her man ordered.
“Not yet.” Benson pulled out of her mouth. His cock was glistening, red, and pulsing with a harrowing need to burst. “I’ve got other ideas for you.”
A whimper of pure frustration escaped her lips, the sound lost in the charged sexual tension between them. He was right there, so close, and the denial was exquisite.
But Benson wasn't done with her.