were talking to. For the sake of both of us, please don’t lie,” he pants furiously.
Ignoring him, I wiggle my ass to entice him to keep going. Instead, his hands grip my waist to keep me still. His cock throbs in unison with my inner walls, both of us needing to continue but unable to until we’ve jumped this hurdle.
I can lie to him and tell him that it was my mother, but he’d see right through it. Then what? He’d probably quit and we’d both be pissed as hell.
Trying a half-truth, I mumble out, “Miguel.”
I know I’ve earned some trust because he begins a slow tease as he thrusts in and out of me.
“Who’s Miguel?” he growls. I can’t help but love the possessive tone his voice carries.
“My best friend,” I tell him honestly.
He really begins to fuck me hard.
When his hand slips from my waist down to my clit, I cry out. “Ben!”
His finger furiously strokes my swollen nub. My eyes roll back as another exhilarating orgasm slices through my body. I hear a low, guttural groan from behind me as he reaches his own climax, no doubt brought on by the way my pussy is gripping his dick.
“Fuck, Maya. You’re just so fucking perfect,” he praises as he pulls out of me.
I whimper at the loss, and when I try to stand, I nearly collapse because my legs are shaking so bad. He grabs ahold of me to keep me from falling and turns me around in his arms to face him. Holding on to my ass, he lifts me onto the desk and stands between my spread legs.
Without any more words, he smashes his mouth to mine and kisses me hard. His flaccid cocks springs back to life between us as he kisses the hell out of me. Finally, he breaks apart from me and nuzzles his nose against mine.
“Does he want you?” he inquires before pecking my lips again.
“Yes.”
He growls and sucks on my bottom lip. “I want you more,” he confirms.
There’s no denying that I want him too.
Pulling away, he looks down at me again. “Have you kissed him before?”
When I nod, he captures my mouth again and tastes me reverently with his tongue. I could die happy kissing him like this. He steals my breath away, but he fills me with something else. I’m not sure what, but I can’t get enough of it.
He breaks our kiss and gazes into my eyes. “I kiss better.” And that he does. It isn’t that Miguel wasn’t a good kisser—it’s just that I enjoy Ben’s kiss more.
“Yes.”
His half-cocked smile at my response has me grinning back at him. I can tell that he thinks of another question because his face grows serious again.
“Has he given you an orgasm?”
I bite my lip and nod, embarrassed. His eyes angrily cloud over and he drops to his knees. He uses his large hands to grab my knees and spread me open. From my position, I can see his giant cock bouncing, still sheathed in a condom, and it’s just begging to be touched. He sees me looking at him and yanks off the condom, ties it in a knot, and tosses it into the bin nearby. It glistens beautifully, and I want to lick him clean.
Before I can get too into my fantasy, he grabs my thighs and roughly pulls me to the edge of the desk. He brings his head between my legs and kisses my pubic bone.
“So beautiful,” he mumbles before spreading me open with his thumbs and dragging his tongue along my slit.
“Fuck!” I yell out in pleasure.
He chuckles and hot breath tickles me before he begins his assault with his tongue. My hands grasp his head, his short hair tickling my palms. I’ve never been so wrapped up in a man before, but when I’m with Ben, everything else seems to be forgotten. His touch, smell, and voice intoxicate me to the point where I’m completely drunk on him.
I’m having trouble grasping the orgasm that seems just out of reach, but when he thrusts in a finger into my hot center, I know I’ll find my release. His long finger knows just where to go as it expertly strokes me inside while he tastes my pussy.
“Ben!” I moan out as shudders take over my
Ignoring him, I wiggle my ass to entice him to keep going. Instead, his hands grip my waist to keep me still. His cock throbs in unison with my inner walls, both of us needing to continue but unable to until we’ve jumped this hurdle.
I can lie to him and tell him that it was my mother, but he’d see right through it. Then what? He’d probably quit and we’d both be pissed as hell.
Trying a half-truth, I mumble out, “Miguel.”
I know I’ve earned some trust because he begins a slow tease as he thrusts in and out of me.
“Who’s Miguel?” he growls. I can’t help but love the possessive tone his voice carries.
“My best friend,” I tell him honestly.
He really begins to fuck me hard.
When his hand slips from my waist down to my clit, I cry out. “Ben!”
His finger furiously strokes my swollen nub. My eyes roll back as another exhilarating orgasm slices through my body. I hear a low, guttural groan from behind me as he reaches his own climax, no doubt brought on by the way my pussy is gripping his dick.
“Fuck, Maya. You’re just so fucking perfect,” he praises as he pulls out of me.
I whimper at the loss, and when I try to stand, I nearly collapse because my legs are shaking so bad. He grabs ahold of me to keep me from falling and turns me around in his arms to face him. Holding on to my ass, he lifts me onto the desk and stands between my spread legs.
Without any more words, he smashes his mouth to mine and kisses me hard. His flaccid cocks springs back to life between us as he kisses the hell out of me. Finally, he breaks apart from me and nuzzles his nose against mine.
“Does he want you?” he inquires before pecking my lips again.
“Yes.”
He growls and sucks on my bottom lip. “I want you more,” he confirms.
There’s no denying that I want him too.
Pulling away, he looks down at me again. “Have you kissed him before?”
When I nod, he captures my mouth again and tastes me reverently with his tongue. I could die happy kissing him like this. He steals my breath away, but he fills me with something else. I’m not sure what, but I can’t get enough of it.
He breaks our kiss and gazes into my eyes. “I kiss better.” And that he does. It isn’t that Miguel wasn’t a good kisser—it’s just that I enjoy Ben’s kiss more.
“Yes.”
His half-cocked smile at my response has me grinning back at him. I can tell that he thinks of another question because his face grows serious again.
“Has he given you an orgasm?”
I bite my lip and nod, embarrassed. His eyes angrily cloud over and he drops to his knees. He uses his large hands to grab my knees and spread me open. From my position, I can see his giant cock bouncing, still sheathed in a condom, and it’s just begging to be touched. He sees me looking at him and yanks off the condom, ties it in a knot, and tosses it into the bin nearby. It glistens beautifully, and I want to lick him clean.
Before I can get too into my fantasy, he grabs my thighs and roughly pulls me to the edge of the desk. He brings his head between my legs and kisses my pubic bone.
“So beautiful,” he mumbles before spreading me open with his thumbs and dragging his tongue along my slit.
“Fuck!” I yell out in pleasure.
He chuckles and hot breath tickles me before he begins his assault with his tongue. My hands grasp his head, his short hair tickling my palms. I’ve never been so wrapped up in a man before, but when I’m with Ben, everything else seems to be forgotten. His touch, smell, and voice intoxicate me to the point where I’m completely drunk on him.
I’m having trouble grasping the orgasm that seems just out of reach, but when he thrusts in a finger into my hot center, I know I’ll find my release. His long finger knows just where to go as it expertly strokes me inside while he tastes my pussy.
“Ben!” I moan out as shudders take over my
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