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I never imagined that I would be a “spank me” kind of girl. When I was younger, I remember thinking it was weird.
But I love the feel of his big, rough hand giving me a swat firm enough to sting. It sends indescribable sensations coursing through me. I like it when he’s rough with me. I like the way he manhandles me. And I like the way Ben pushes my boundaries and gets me to do—and enjoy—things I never thought I would.
Ben’s tongue dances across my clit one final time, and I feel weightless. I feel like I’m falling from some tremendous height. My body grows taut, and a wild tremble begins in the pit of my belly and spreads outward, gripping my entire body. A stuttering gasp escapes me, and I buck even harder, a powerful orgasm tearing through me. Ben’s fingers press into my hips even harder, and he pulls me down onto his face, eating me furiously when I come.
“Oh my God,” I gasp.
I let out a sharp squeal when Ben takes hold of me and deftly spins me down to the bed. He parts my thighs and climbs on top of me, bracing himself on his arms. He looks down at me, and I feel a ripple of desire pass through my intimate parts as I watch the way my juices glisten on his face.
Staring up into those eyes makes me draw a sharp breath. He’s such a beautiful man, and I still can’t believe I’m here, having sex with him. I still can’t believe he wants me.
I’ve come to realize that deep down, I’ve never felt good enough. Never felt pretty enough. I was never one of those girls the boys flocked to back in school. Most of my friends had guys hovering around them all the time, and I always felt like an afterthought. I think that’s why it’s always been so easy for me to forgo men and relationships at all, and focus so strictly on my career. A combination of cripplingly low self-esteem and a healthy fear of rejection made that simple.
It’s why the way he looks at me, like I’m a living work of art and the most beautiful woman in the world means so much to me. It’s why I just stare at him in disbelief sometimes. I can’t believe that Ben Givens, a man who can have any woman he wants, actually wants me. That he seems to care about me. It's crazy for me to think of it sometimes. Okay, all the time.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
His voice is low and gruff and sends sparks of desire shooting through me.
“Fuck me, Ben,” I say softly. “I need you inside of me.”
There’s a hunger in his eyes that makes me wetter than I’ve ever been before. Ben grabs my legs and roughly puts them up on his shoulders before he leans forward. I gasp when the head of his cock presses against my opening.
With one hard thrust, he is fully sheathed within me. My eyes widen, and I’m gripped by a flash of pain as Ben’s long, thick cock stretches me open. The pain quickly fades and is replaced by a rush of pleasure so overwhelming, I feel like I’m on the verge of passing out. I’m still not used to having something so big inside of me, but the way he slides along my wet inner walls, filling me up so completely, it feels like he’s made for me.
Ben starts to thrust himself into me. With my legs up on his shoulders, he’s deeper than he’s ever been, and it feels so incredible. I almost can’t breathe. My skin tingles like I’m awash in electrical sparks, and I’m growing so warm, it feels like there’s a fire inside of me burning out of control. He starts moving faster and harder, and I grip his forearms, hanging on for dear life as he rocks my entire body.
The sharp crack of our bodies colliding fills my heart with a joy I never thought I’d know, and looking up into his steely gaze fills my soul with a sense of love I never knew I could feel. I’m giddy and can’t keep the smile off my face. And as he pumps that long, thick cock into me, more than ever, I feel like we’re made for each other.
“Yes, baby. Yes. Harder,” I cry.
Ben surprises me when he reaches up and wraps his big, strong hand around my throat. He squeezes it tight, and as I struggle to draw a breath, he thrusts into me even harder, making my entire body sing with desire. I can feel my face turning red and I gasp, but it heightens the sensations gripping me. He’s so big and so deep that I’m overwhelmed by that blend of pleasure and pain, and it only gets more intense as he squeezes my throat.
A choked gasp bursts from my mouth and Ben immediately loosens his hold on me, but I put my hand over his and shake my head.
“Don’t stop,” I say. “Harder. Give it to me, Daddy.”
He seems to like that because the wicked curl to his lip and sultry gleam in his eye return, and he grips my throat harder, squeezing it tight and thrusting himself into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away.
He fucks me harder. Faster. Ben’s cock starts to throb, and I know he’s close. My body tightens and that feeling of weightlessness descends over me again. I feel like I’m at the very top of the world’s highest roller coaster and my car is starting to fall.
“Say it again,” he demands.
I don’t need to ask what he wants me to say. “Fuck me, Daddy. Harder.”
Ben throws his head back, letting out a half-moan and half-growl. His cock pulses, and he fills me up with his come. The warmth and stickiness of it flowing into me is all I can take, and that roller coaster car finally drops, taking me with it. I pull his hand away from my throat and let out a gasping scream while I writhe wildly beneath him, my body so hot I feel like I’m going to scald him.
We come together, our bodies quaking, and our moans blending into one cry of intense passion.
Ben collapses on top of me and then rolls over and pulls me onto him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the staccato rhythm of his heart, his beat matching mine. We lie together in silence for what feels like hours, spent, our bodies glistening with our passion. It takes time but our hearts finally begin to slow, and after what feels like an out-of-body experience, I slowly descend to earth once more.
“You are amazing,” he says.
“We are amazing together.”
“We are.”
I snuggle closer to him and relish the feeling of his big, toned arm wrapped around me. Tonight was perfect. It was the kind of perfection I honestly never expected to feel with a man in my life. Maybe that makes me a pessimist, but whatever. I’m glad to have been proven wrong. I have no idea where this is going. I have no real idea what I mean to Ben or what he wants out of this. Or if he wants anything at all.
