The hand in her hair tightened, transforming from a guide into a firm, unyielding anchor. He didn’t pull her up. He used the grip to push her. To move her. Eden had no choice but to follow the pressure, her body pliant and mind a willing passenger. She was repositioned with a brutal efficiency that sent another thrill through her. Her cheek met the coolness of his duvet, the world tilting as he flung her face-first onto the bed.
Before she could even process the movement, Benson was on her. The heavy weight of him settled over her back, one knee forcing her legs apart. The scent of him – hot sweat, expensive wine, and pure testosterone – filled her senses. His other hand joined the first in her hair, pressing her cheek into the mattress, pinning her head in place.
“Arms,” he commanded. “Behind your back.”
She obeyed without hesitation, crossing her wrists at the small of her back. He captured them both in one of his large hands, the grip like a shackle. The position forced her back to arch, pushing her ass up, presenting herself to him. She was completely exposed. Utterly vulnerable. The eroticism of it left her dizzy, even though her eyes were closed and her forehead pressed into the bed.
The head of his cock, still slick and hard, nudged against her entrance. He didn't enter her. He just rested there, a reminder of what was to come. The anticipation was a sweet agony, her body trembling with need forhim.
“You wanted me to come down your throat?” Benson’s free hand gripped her hip, holding her steady. “You wanted to taste me?”
“Yes!” The duvet muffled her voice.
“I’m not coming in your mouth.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’m going to come inside this tight cunt. And you’re going to take every last drop.”
Benson drove into her.
It was not a gentle entry. It was a hard, fast, unforgiving thrust that stole her breath and sent a shockwave of surprise through her body. Adrenaline spiked, and arousal begged her to take it up another notch. Cries of relief took over the bed. Benson was in no hurry, but the heaviness of his movements said everything as he filled her body with purpose and moved his hips in tight circles that made it as clear as the dirty words in her ear that Eden’s pussy belonged tohim.
Like there had been any doubt.
He set a brutal pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the force of his thrusts rocking her entire body. The bedframe groaned in protest, its creaking underscored by the lewd sounds of their mating. The head ofhis cock dragged against her flesh with every withdrawal, then consumed her to the hilt, stretching her until he was imprinted on her mind.
“Is this what you were thinking about when you touched yourself?” he grunted between ferocious thrusts. “Did you imagine me fucking you like this? Using your tight little pussy until you can’t remember your own name?”
Her answer was a choked moan. Words were impossible, lost in the overwhelming sensations and the thick material of the duvet. His grip on her wrists tightened, a reminder of her complete surrender. The slight discomfort was nothing compared to the pleasure building inside her. She was a vessel for his lust, and she had never felt more alive.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he continued, his words a string of filthy praises. “Your cunt is so tight. Never gonna let me go. Right, angel? Does your greedy pussy want my cock to itself?”
Her mind had left the planet. The heat of his body against her back, the scratch of his stubble against her cheek, the demanding tempo of his hips… they conspired to destroy Eden. She was at his beautiful mercy.
“You’re close, aren’t you? Come for me. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you dripping on me when I’m done with you.”
His words were the final push. Orgasm tore through Eden like a typhoon breaching land. Violent like his thrusts. Harrowing like the beating of her heart. A strangled cry escaped her lips, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her inner muscles spasmed around him, and for the love of sex, she begged for his release.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “That’s it. Take it.Take it.”
He didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked her harder, his hips a blur of motion as he chased his own climax. The overstimulation was almost too much, a sweet agony that pushed her to herlimits. She was a limp, pliant doll in his arms, completely at his mercy.
“Just you wait,” he snarled, his voice vibrating with need. “I’m going to come so deep inside you, you’ll be feeling me for days.”
Ah, fuck, that’s it!The reason she was here. Why she so readily aroused him and opened herself to him. The exact moment he bestowed her with orgasmic glory.
He slammed into her one last time, his body rigid as he shouted in pleasure. Eden felt the hot arrival of his release. Her body, still shaking from the aftershocks of her own orgasm, shuddered while her muscles contracted around him in a series of involuntary spasms.
For a breathtaking moment, the world was nothing buthim. Everything consumed the deepest part inside her.Yes! Mark me, you beautiful bastard.His body stiffened above her as he emptied himself into her with a groan announcing his intention. It was the culmination of every aggressive thrust and filthy word. He shuddered against her back, his weight heavy, pinning her to the bed as the final waves of his climax washed through him.
But he wasn't done.
Just as she felt the last desperate throb of him inside her, he pulled out, leaving a sudden, aching emptiness in his wake. A soft gasp escaped her at the loss, but it was quickly swallowed by a sharp intake of breath as she felt the last of his seed across the curve of her ass. The claim wasn't just internal anymore. He had painted his mark on her skin. He groaned again, a sound of pure satisfaction, watching his seed glisten on her with what little light there was.
The grip on her wrists loosened, and he pushed himself up, off her body. She was half-dead, sprawled across his bed, a mess of sweat, desire, andhim. Eden expected to be left there, to bask in the afterglow, but Benson had other ideas.
His strong hands hooked under her shoulders and flipped her over as if she weighed nothing. Her breasts were now exposed to the cool air, her nipples hard and sensitive. Benson didn't give her a moment to adjust. He descended, his mouth latching onto one peak, sucking it hard, his tongue swirling in a way that sent fresh sparks of pleasure straight to her clit. As usual, it was far from gentle. This man was determined to make her acknowledge his ownership of every part of her sweaty body.
His other hand moved between her thighs, his fingers finding her still-sensitive folds. He slid two fingers inside her. Benson massaged her, pushing his own release deeper before gathering the slick mixture of them on his fingers. He broke away from her nipple, only to wipe the evidence from her onto the dark fabric of his duvet beside her hip. Again and again, he repeated the process, ritualistically making Eden acknowledge what he had done to her. He was marking not just her, but his bed as their territory.
She watched him, mesmerized, as he cleaned her of himself, only to dirty his own sheets. He was utterly focused, his jaw tight, a dark look of intense satisfaction in his eyes. He was wiping away the proof of their encounter, yet solidifying it in this space, making it undeniable. He wasn't just fucking her and bringing her to another, gentler climax that joined him in showing off what her body could also do. Benson threaded this encounter in his life like Eden might leave a piece of herself behind in his heart.