Her breath held as Ben lowered the flap; a column of flesh fell forward with weighty momentum. She swallowed. Goodness.
Removing the rest of his clothes, he gripped the huge rod. Her heart thudding, she watched the slow pump of his fist along the thick and veiny shaft. She noticed the supple movement of his skin and the way it pulled back to reveal a purplish dome. At the base, his male sac hung heavily between his corded thighs.
His raw masculinity melted her insides like wax. Despite her recent climax, viscous need trickled from her core. Her fingers twitched against her thighs.
“Do you like what you see, sweeting?”
The arrogant jut of his chin told her he knew the answer, but she gave it to him anyway.
“Yes,” she breathed.
His eyes gleamed down at her. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.” Just saying the word made her feel awash.
“Very good. Since you are such a well-behaved miss, I am going to let you frig my cock. Put your fingers around me, like this.”
He took her hand, wrapping her fingers around the thick stalk. He was steel beneath velvet, the contrasting textures intriguing beyond measure. He put his hand over hers, tightening the pressure of her grip, teaching her how to caress him. Her fingers didn’t reach all the way around, so she intuitively added her other hand, and he gave a low, appreciative growl.
“You are doing so well, frigging my cock.” His approval was almost as arousing as holding him, hot and turgid between her palms. “Tell me, what does it feel like?”
“You’re so big and hard.” After a heartbeat, she confessed, “And I feel like a wicked girl for liking it so much.”
He shuddered, a droplet seeping from his tip.
“Look what you’ve done,” he said in a husky voice. “You’ve made me spill a little seed. A quick study, aren’t you, love?”
She looked at him from beneath her lashes, her best try at modesty. “So I’ve been told.”
“Cheeky, too.” His stern glance scattered goose pimples over her skin, and he took his cock from her. The slow, thoughtful pumping of his fist made her pussy flutter. “I believe you require another lesson. Put your hands on my thighs.”
Her palms moist against the hard, hair-dusted muscle, she looked adoringly up at him.
“You are going to learn to suck my cock,” he said. “And there are some things to keep in mind.”
She eyed his member, swaying like a giant branch.
Hmm, like…not choking?
Aloud, she asked, “Such as?”
“Keep your jaw loose. Breathe through your nose since your mouth will be in use. And mind your teeth—that is important.” He raised his brows. “Do you think you can manage all that?”
Was there anything she loved better than a challenge?
At her confident nod, he smiled faintly. Then he brought his cock to her mouth.
“Open,” he said.
She parted her lips, and the proud heat of him slid inside. Even though she was well aware of his size, the feel of him inside her mouth was rather astonishing. His girth stretched her lips, his length an advancing incursion. Her eyes widened at how much more of him there was to accommodate. He wasn’t even halfway in yet…
“Stop thinking so much, sweeting.” He cupped her cheek, his sapphire eyes holding hers. “Trust me to guide you. I won’t hurt you. Ever.”
She knew that, of course. Knew that Ben would take care of her, as he had always done. Remembering that, she relaxed and surrendered into his keeping. His eyes glinted with pleasure as he slid in deeper, his big hand cupping the back of her head. Soon he was thrusting steadily, overwhelming her senses with his maleness. His torso rippled, his features harsh with arousal as he took his pleasure in her.
Eager to serve him, she experimented with her tongue as he plunged between her lips. His groan urged her on, and when she licked the underside of his crown, his thighs turned to steel beneath her palms. His fingers digging into her scalp, he thrust harder, deeper, her pussy fluttering with each pass. All of a sudden, he nudged a place deeper than he’d gone before, and her throat clenched in reflex.
“Devil and damn.” With a groan, he withdrew. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she gasped.
In a smooth motion, he lifted her so that she lay on his bed, her legs dangling off the side. He nudged her thighs apart, standing between them, and she moaned as he fingered her pussy. Her hands twisted the coverlet as he screwed a thick digit into her, the slick sounds bringing a hot flush to her cheeks.
“You’re drenched,” he said through harsh breaths. “You liked sucking my prick, didn’t you?”
She arched her hips for more of his touch. “Yes, sir.”
“You want more of it, don’t you? In here. In this needy little cunny.”
He added another finger, his palm slapping her wet folds.
“Yes, Ben,” she moaned. “Oh, yes.”
“Maybe one day you’ll be ready for it.”
She raised her head, narrowing her eyes at his devilish smile. “I’m ready for it now.”
“Not tonight, love.” He chuckled darkly. “Now stop complaining and come on my fingers like a good girl.”
Before she could argue, he curled his fingers, touching some magical place deep inside, setting off quakes of bliss. As she trembled in the aftermath, he stood between her legs, pumping his massive erection. He was all power and discipline, all delicious male. She was beginning to understand her own power as well, which was complementary to his and no less potent. He brought her so much pleasure…and she wanted to give him the same.
She got onto her knees. Even though she was on the bed, he was still taller, looking down at her with hooded eyes, a sensual curve to his lips.
“Will you please spend for me, sir?” she asked prettily.
Hunger leapt like a flame in his eyes. “You would like to see that, would you?”
“Yes, please,” she said, as demure as any debutante.
Those lessons at old Southbridge’s have finally
