thought she may be able to dip inside his soul. From the sharp edge of his nose to his eager lips and tight jaw down to his graciously throbbing cock, Benson reeked of lust and pure desire.
“Scoot up,” He demanded before crossing over and joining her in the bed. Much to her surprise, he didn’t immediately devour her. No, he had other plans in mind. “I want to watch you touch yourself the way you did that first night.”
Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t want to mess with the cold silicone toy, especially now that she knew how delightfully hot and hard the real thing was. She wanted the real thing, not an imitation and a fantasy. But more than anything, she wanted to please Benson. She was completely at his whim, there to serve the man. She nodded ferociously and turned her head to the bedside table, “It’s purple.”
His eyebrows raised in eager curiosity as he leaned over her body, catching an unsuspecting nipple in his mouth. Benson wasn’t sure what to expect in Mia’s nightstand, but he was pleased with the results. The deep drawer housed a plethora of naughty companions. A handful of battery operated toys, an electric one that looked like it would be a damned good time, and a bundle of accessories like restraints, nipple clamps, and a ball gag all lie untouched in the drawer. His precious Mia had a dark side he was more than willing to explore. But first he had to get the exasperating images of her out of his head, lest he be riddled with wet dreams about her for the rest of his life. He found the purple toy easy enough, his fingers lingering on the glass butt plug beside it. Another time, though the thought wasn’t tantalizing.
As he reeled back to sit on his knees beside the woman, she watched as if she were on the edge of her seat. She didn’t try to anticipate his next move; she waited patiently, as if she already knew of the fulfillment that was to come. Then suddenly, as if her brain flew back into motion as the result of the mashing together of her personal and professional life, she said:
“I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. There are condoms in the drawer.”
In his fit of blind lust, Benson had forgotten all the formalities and precautions that came with sex. In the past he had taken extra care for the steps, but with Mia, they were the last thing on his mind. He ignored her and instead thrust the toy into her hands, “Touch yourself, Mia. I want to watch.”
He stay rested on his knees, his hand firm on the base of his throbbing cock as she lowered the toy to her sex, rubbing the head into her juices to lubricate it before plunging it into the depths of her pussy. She turned it on the lowest setting, and then clicked one higher, her chest rising heavily with the vibrations. Benson was sure he had never been so turned on in his life. He stroked his cock slowly, not wanting to go too fast and leave nothing for Mia. But with her breasts pressed together as one hand pumped the purple toy in and out, the other working tirelessly on her clit, it was damn near impossible to keep an orgasm at bay.
She had clenched her eyes close the entire time, wrapped up in the pleasure. When she finally opened them, her body arching into the ambush of pleasure that accompanied her orgasm, Benson was waiting. It was startling to watch him watch her. The passion in his eyes turned their striking shade into something darker, more lustful. His mouth twisted from pants and strangled moans to his teeth leaving tiny imprints on his bottom lip. Their eyes locked and Mia was flush with another orgasm. She had dreamed of Benson Ward, and he was finally beside her. He was better than her fantasy, his cock longer and harder than it had been in her mind. His raw sexual prowess was so intense
“Scoot up,” He demanded before crossing over and joining her in the bed. Much to her surprise, he didn’t immediately devour her. No, he had other plans in mind. “I want to watch you touch yourself the way you did that first night.”
Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t want to mess with the cold silicone toy, especially now that she knew how delightfully hot and hard the real thing was. She wanted the real thing, not an imitation and a fantasy. But more than anything, she wanted to please Benson. She was completely at his whim, there to serve the man. She nodded ferociously and turned her head to the bedside table, “It’s purple.”
His eyebrows raised in eager curiosity as he leaned over her body, catching an unsuspecting nipple in his mouth. Benson wasn’t sure what to expect in Mia’s nightstand, but he was pleased with the results. The deep drawer housed a plethora of naughty companions. A handful of battery operated toys, an electric one that looked like it would be a damned good time, and a bundle of accessories like restraints, nipple clamps, and a ball gag all lie untouched in the drawer. His precious Mia had a dark side he was more than willing to explore. But first he had to get the exasperating images of her out of his head, lest he be riddled with wet dreams about her for the rest of his life. He found the purple toy easy enough, his fingers lingering on the glass butt plug beside it. Another time, though the thought wasn’t tantalizing.
As he reeled back to sit on his knees beside the woman, she watched as if she were on the edge of her seat. She didn’t try to anticipate his next move; she waited patiently, as if she already knew of the fulfillment that was to come. Then suddenly, as if her brain flew back into motion as the result of the mashing together of her personal and professional life, she said:
“I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. There are condoms in the drawer.”
In his fit of blind lust, Benson had forgotten all the formalities and precautions that came with sex. In the past he had taken extra care for the steps, but with Mia, they were the last thing on his mind. He ignored her and instead thrust the toy into her hands, “Touch yourself, Mia. I want to watch.”
He stay rested on his knees, his hand firm on the base of his throbbing cock as she lowered the toy to her sex, rubbing the head into her juices to lubricate it before plunging it into the depths of her pussy. She turned it on the lowest setting, and then clicked one higher, her chest rising heavily with the vibrations. Benson was sure he had never been so turned on in his life. He stroked his cock slowly, not wanting to go too fast and leave nothing for Mia. But with her breasts pressed together as one hand pumped the purple toy in and out, the other working tirelessly on her clit, it was damn near impossible to keep an orgasm at bay.
She had clenched her eyes close the entire time, wrapped up in the pleasure. When she finally opened them, her body arching into the ambush of pleasure that accompanied her orgasm, Benson was waiting. It was startling to watch him watch her. The passion in his eyes turned their striking shade into something darker, more lustful. His mouth twisted from pants and strangled moans to his teeth leaving tiny imprints on his bottom lip. Their eyes locked and Mia was flush with another orgasm. She had dreamed of Benson Ward, and he was finally beside her. He was better than her fantasy, his cock longer and harder than it had been in her mind. His raw sexual prowess was so intense
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