Page 93 of Bene

Her words.

Her sounds.

It all got him off.

And she loved that.

His gaze met hers for a brief second as his tongue finally found her clit with fast, hard strokes that hit her in just the right way. Her head fell back, and the sounds that came out of her didn’t feel real.

Just like the way she felt.

How he ate her.

It all mixed together in a tornado of sensation and pleasure. Until she felt his teeth scrape along the sensitive bud of her clit before he sucked it into his mouth with enough force to send her flying over the edge.

Vanna was sure she scratched the leather bench to hell.

Ruined it.

Bene didn’t seem to care.

“Holy fucking shit,” she breathed. “Love the way you eat my pussy.”

His deep chuckle rocked her to the core as he kissed a wet path up her still clenching stomach. Those kisses found her heaving breasts, his attention on her nipples enough to get her thighs shaking again as he shuffled down his pants and the boxer-briefs underneath. She was already reaching for his shirt—he’d discarded his jacket somewhere.

Once she had the fabric separating them gone, and his thick cock jutted out between them, Vanna leaned forward and took him into her mouth. There was something about the image of him losing control—he always did whenever she sucked him off, and it didn’t take her any time at all to get him that way, either—that made her hotter than ever.

“You’re gonna make me come doing that, Vanna.”

Maybe that’s what she wanted.

He must have saw that sly twinkle in her eyes when she dragged her teeth along the silky length of his erection. A burst of salt hit her tongue—his precum. And that was all he gave her before he pulled away, leaned in to wrap his arms around her waist, and pulled her to the bed.

Vanna’s knees hit the bed, and Bene pushed in behind her, his feet still rooted to the floor. That first thrust of his cock ached in the best possible way. Spreading her open, and filling her full, getting his dick soaked with her slickness with fast, deep strokes that had his groin beating against her ass.

His hand smacked down, too.

Reddening her skin.

Making her hot.

Sending her higher.

“Fuck that dick, baby,” he murmured.

God, she did.

Bouncing back on him.

Taking him deeper.

Moaning into the sheets.

“Look at this pussy.” His hand grabbed her ass on the next slap. “So wet and greedy—shit, I wish you could see what I see right now. You look so good like this, huh?”

Vanna whined a response through clenched teeth.

Because soon, she was coming again.