by Amy Brent
Once my right side was bound to his satisfaction, he moved to my left and used my bikini bottom to do the same. Only after my movements have been fully restricted in that odd and open position, he started removing his shorts. My mouth watered as his massive erection came into view, but I didn’t have too much time to admire his gorgeous nakedness before he took a step toward my head and knelt right in front of my head.
Before I could even wonder what he was doing, Ben bent over and kissed me Spider-Man style. The kiss was passionate and delicious, but it was also very brief. I wanted to bring my hands to his hair and hold him in place for just a while longer, but since I was tied up, it was impossible. I groaned in protest, but his mouth quickly moved to my neck, collarbones, and boobs, which promptly erased my revolt at his brief kiss.
With each new part of me that he kissed, a bit more of his own body hovered over mine. Since he hadn’t given me any instructions on what to do with my mouth, I kissed every nook and cranny of his delectable body that passed by my lips. When Ben’s washboard abs hovered over my face, the anticipation over what I knew was coming made my body sizzle with excitement.
I ran my tongue over the ridges of his hard muscles with gusto, savoring his skin and how good his kisses made me feel. As a moan reverberated from my chest, the moment I had waited for so long finally arrived.
Moving his body a few more inches toward my pussy, Ben’s thick, juicy cock slid slowly from my forehead all the way to my mouth. The deliciously erotic moment was made even better by the intimate way he nuzzled and kissed my folds. Sighing with delight, I opened my mouth and promptly welcomed the tip of his thickness inside.
Ben rolled his hips, slowly pushing his dick into my willing mouth just as he had done to my vagina the previous night. The feel of him in my mouth was totally different from what he had felt like inside my pussy, but it was just as delicious, so I didn’t complain as he kept going until his tip touched the back of my throat. To my surprise, it didn’t trigger a gag reflex or anything other than a desperate desire to please him.
As he pulled out of my mouth, I sucked in my cheeks to create a vacuum around his girth and rolled my tongue around each inch of him that exited my lips. Once he was completely out of me, Ben groaned with pleasure and pushed his cock right back in, intensifying the circular movements his tongue was doing around my clit to match the vigor of his hips.
For several minutes, we continued to feast on each other until the sounds of our intimacy overpowered the music that played in the background and echoed through the night like a symphony of lust and pleasure. The weight of Ben’s body and the restrictions of my binds made the pleasure building inside of me much stronger than anything I could have ever imagined.
Wild groans that were muffled by his pounding cock bubbled up from my mouth as I felt an eminent orgasm approaching. I tried to hold on and prolong this wonderful moment for as long as I could, but my inability to keep my toes from curling or my skin from tingling told me that my eminent orgasm was unstoppable.
Decided not to stop pleasuring Ben until I got my first real taste of his seed, I pushed through the fireworks exploding inside of me and kept sucking him as hard as I could. The explosion of pleasure was still rocking my body when he finally pulled his face away from my folds and groaned with the power of his release. Warm, salty liquid filled my mouth, and I drank every last drop of it like the rare delicacy it was.
The aftermath of my orgasm still lingered when Ben finally pulled his cock from my mouth. After licking every trace of my orgasm from my folds and delivering a few more kisses to my inner thighs, he dismounted and quickly untied me.
Before the stiffness of my limbs was completely gone, Ben offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of my wet hair behind my ear and, staring deep into my eyes, asked, “Do you still want the second half of my promise?”
His voice was smooth as velvet which was a sexy contrast to the wickedness of he was offering me. Desperately aroused, I pressed my thighs together and nodded. “Yes, I really do.”
“Okay. Follow me,” Ben said with a growing grin.
Without looking to see if I was following or not, he made his way gloriously naked toward the far end of the wet deck and came to a stop by one of the white lounging chairs placed there. I quickly followed right after him and frowned with curiosity when he reached into a small basket placed over it that I hadn’t noticed before.
My heart pounded as he sorted through the items inside before removing one and turning back toward me with a pink plastic butterfly thing in his hand. He knelt in front of me and, without any explanations, used the little strings connected to the toy in his hand to strap it onto me. I gasped as he pressed the thing flushed with my clit. Little balls and prongs connected to my clit in a strange and delicious way.
“Kneel and rest your chest and face on the seat. Keep your knees wide, your hands behind your back and don’t move,” Ben ordered in a commanding tone that made goosebumps erupt in my skin and moisture pool between my thighs.
Buzzing with anxiety and anticipation, I followed Ben’s command and got into position. As soon as I did, he reached for my hands and bound my wrists together. Although constricting, the stance was a lot more comfortable than having my hands and feet tied together, but just as hot.
“You have such a beautiful ass, baby girl,” he said in a lustful tone after inspecting that I was nice and secure. He rubbed one of my ass cheeks with one hand and said, “Makes me want to eat it.”
I bit my lower lip with desire at his suggestion. Practically at the same time, be bent over and touched his lips to my other cheek. He delivered arousing kisses to my entire cheek as well as to the space where my butt and thigh connected. Then, he dragged his tongue upwards to the top of my cheek and dipped his tongue into my crack.
A gasp passed through my lips as he slowly ran his tongue between my cheeks. That gasp quickly turned into a low and throaty moan when, with the clicking sound of a button, the butterfly Ben had placed on my pussy started to flutter.
The sensation was exquisite and made even better by the circling motions Ben’s tongue was doing around my asshole. “Oh god, Ben,” I begged, curling my tied hands into fists, hoping they would give me the strength to endure the insane amount of raw pleasure Ben was bringing out in me.
My juices oozed out of me and dripped down my parted legs as he continued to work my ass for a little while longer. When he finally pulled his head back, he clicked on the button once more and the butterfly started to vibrate a little faster against my clit.
The sensation was so delicious and intense my eyes instantly closed to enjoy it. The darkness made me hyperaware of everything around me and, in return, that awareness made the sensation even stronger. However, before I had a chance to fully appreciate the fantastic little explosions happening inside me, Ben pressed his rock-hard cock against my opening and pushed inside of me with one quick thrust of his hips.
I gasped as his massive girth spread my inner walls and pushed so far into me I felt like the tip of his cock might come out of my mouth. Unlike the previous time, instead of giving me time to adjust Ben only pulled his hips back and shoved them right back into me, with even more strength and stamina than before. With my eyes still closed, I felt the power of his thrust rock every inch of my body over and over as he kept fucking me mercilessly.
As an orgasm started to build deep in my belly and my lips called at the top of my lungs for more, Ben gave it to me. However, instead of just giving me the pleasure I was growing accustomed to, this time he brought his hand down onto my ass cheek also giving the pain I had asked for.
“Fuck!” I yelled in surprise and looked over my shoulder at Ben.
His cock was buried to the hilt inside me, but his hips were perfectly still as his palm rubbed the spot he had just slapped. Although his lips stayed frozen in that delighted smirk, his eyes stared deep into mine, asking for permission to repeat it. With a smile, I gave it.
As I rested my head back down on the chair, Ben picked up the pace. He fucked me vigorously and spanked my ass just as hard. The sounds coming out of him were animalistic and brought me even closer to the ecstasy I knew was coming.
“I’m gonna come, Daddy. I’m so close,” I whined as everything in me seemed to coil at my core, ready to explode into the most amazing fireworks.
His hips kept moving. My heart kept pounding. His hand kept smacking. And my lips kept begging.
Then, finally, warmth spread across my belly, chest, and limbs like endless waves of pleasure. I roared with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced and smiled when I heard Ben cry my name as he poured his release inside of me.
He rubbed my pink, sore ass and kept pumping his cock in and out of me, prolonging my orgasm more than I had ever imagined possible. By the time my body finally settled, I was so tired and weak I barely had the strength to support my prostrated position.
In a haze, I barely noticed when Ben untied my hands, stopped the vibrator or carried me to one of the lounging chairs. All I knew, was that by the time my eyes fluttered open I was sitting sideways on his lap, cuddling against his muscular chest while he delivered tender kisses all over my face.
“Was that how you thought it would be?” he asked, quietly.
I pulled in a deep breath through smiling lips and nuzzled his chest hair. “No, it was way better.”
He cocked a brow at me and widened his smile. “So, we’re repeating it?”
“Absolutely,” I assured him with a giggle. “Just give me a few hours to feel my ass again, and we can do all of it all over again.”
Ben laughed and pressed his lips to mine. After all the kink that had transpired between us, the softness of his kiss was weird and fantastic. It was also really hard to tell which I liked best. Luckily, I wouldn’t ever have to choose.
* * *
After that incredible night at the pool, things between Ben and I started to move faster.
Within a week, we were so comfortable around each other that clothes became optional. Deep conversations, as well as hot, wild sex, became the rule of the land. We talked all the time and fucked every chance we got—usually enjoying every flavor besides vanilla.
I wasn’t sure if it was due to my endless appetite for sex or my adventurous nature, but for some reason at the three-week mark, right after my mother’s graduation and big move to France, Ben invited me to move into his bedroom with him. Obviously, I said yes. To me, it was ludicrous that I still had my own room when I spent practically every night naked in Ben’s bed.
A month after that, I realized that I was centering every aspect of my life around Benjamin Walker. He was the fixed dates on my schedules, the parameter I used for choosing the university I would attend Med School and focal point of every major decision I made. Which led me to the very important—and obvious—conclusion that I was falling madly in love with him.
Although my feelings and his grip on me were scary as shit, I knew I couldn’t help it. Ben was everything to me, and he made me happier than I had ever been in my life, something I knew wouldn’t change anytime soon. It was as simple as that and, for that reason, I centered him around everything.
However, around the three-month mark, my mother came over for a visit and things changed. Although Ben still made me the happiest version of me, our bubble was burst. The reality of the lie we lived started to weigh on me.
I loved Ben and wanted to be around him as more than a step-daughter and mistress. I longed for a normal relationship with romantic dinners at restaurants and PDA. I wanted to be able to call his office and announce myself as his girlfriend instead of his step-daughter, and above all, I wanted not to feel jealous or awkward towards my own mother.
My mom and I had always been best friends, and the fact that I couldn’t talk to her about the first man I had ever loved was eating at me. Every time we talked, and she asked me about why I sounded so happy, I had to lie and say it was just excitement over finally starting Med School. Then, as the semester went on and my excitement stopped making sense, I had to lie and create friends I didn’t have just to justify something I was dying to tell her but didn’t.
Each new lie made me feel more rotten and resentful. Although I knew this mess was no one’s fault but my own, I couldn’t help but feel bitter at Ben for not wanting to admit to our romance and at my mom for being fake married to the only man I had ever loved.
Many times, I thought about breaking up with Ben and walking away from this mess, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t give him up without relinquishing a part of me in the process. Therefore, I saw no other way than to force my growing bitterness aside and convince myself that things were fine the way they were.
It was another life, but for a while, it worked.
Chapter 26 – Ben
I looked up and was completely amazed. My reaction wasn’t only related to how amazing Jessica’s body looked as she bounced up and down on my cock—though that was a pretty mind-blowing sight as well. No, my amazement was a hundred percent related to how into her I still was.
It had been a little over five months since Jess and I had started fucking and almost as long since she moved into my bedroom. That was five months of me doing stupid romantic stuff just to please her, five months of calls and texts throughout the day for no particular reason, and, most importantly, five freaking months of me fucking just one woman. It was a crazy and almost impossible feat considering my record, but despite all of that, my body and heart still craved hers like water.
Usually, after two fucks I was done, but Jess was different. She was everything I wanted in a woman, and though I didn’t really like giving labels, I was pretty damn sure she was my very first girlfriend, and I was honestly okay with that. Actually, I was more than okay. I was happy—really, truly happy—which was a notion almost as bizarre to me as the girlfriend-thing itself.
Six months ago, when I received the news that I would have to marry to inherit my father’s shares in the company, I had thought my father crazy for even suggesting that I could ever be happy in a relationship. But apparently, that whole bullshit about parents knowing what’s best for their kids no matter how old they are isn’t actually bullshit. My crazy, romantic, asshole of a father knew his shit after all, and the biggest proof of that was the three little words that kept threatening to spill out of my mouth every time I saw my girl.
Keeping those words in was a task, especially in moments like now, when her sweet, wet pussy was sliding up and down my length, making me feel like the luckiest SOB alive, but I always held back. I knew that the moment I said them everything would change—I would change. Having her as just my girlfriend wouldn’t be enough, and since I had to remain married to her mother for another five months, I had to keep my mouth shut so things could remain as they were.
Pushing those frustrating words back down my throat, I focused on the delicious bounce of her tits and let her take me to what I considered to be literal fucking heaven.
“Oh, daddy,” she moaned making the moment even sweeter.
With an orgasm building inside of me, I grabbed Jess by the waist and flipped her onto her back. Now on top, I brought one of her knees up and pushed even deeper inside of her. The smile that always curled on her lips when my cock filled her to the brim appeared and I almost lost my shit.
I brought my mouth to hers and kissed her with the same passion as my cock pounded in and out of her wet pussy. Her moans became wilder with her approaching orgasm, and the sound fueled my own ecstasy like oxygen does to fire. With a growing need for more, I broke out kiss and straightened my body to a kneeling position over the bed. Gravity worked with me, pushing my cock even deeper into Jessica and that finally did it.
She grabbed at the sheets beneath her, closed her eyes and roared with the power of her orgasm. The wetness of her release made my cock slide even easier, and with two more pumps, I slipped over the edge and followed my baby girl to pure and undiluted pleasure.
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br /> After filling her with my load, I lay down beside her and brought Jessica to my chest. Cuddling was another weird development I was surprisingly addicted to.
“Did you like your early Christmas present?” she asked in a sleepy voice while toying with my chest chair.
I looked at the foot of the bed where her discarded elf hat and stockings were and let out a few lazy chuckles. “I loved it. Nice to know that Santa finally answered the letter I sent him in ninth grade.”
Jess propped herself on her elbow and looked down at me with a cocked brow. “I don’t know which part is confusing me more, the fact that you sent a letter to Santa in ninth grade or what a two-hour sex marathon was doing in your letter.”
Another chuckle bubbled up from my mouth as I gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Well, allow me to clarify it for you. Candice Ulrich—a smoking hot senior—was working as an elf at the mall and my fourteen-year-old self thought that Santa might put in a good word if I sent him a letter asking for a sexy elf.”
For a few seconds, Jess was completely silent. Considering her growing jealousy over the past few months, I worried that I might have struck a nerve and ruined the last few minutes we would have to be us before Pam arrived home for a surprise holiday visit and ruined our perfectly happy bubble. To my surprise, however, she cocked a playful brow at me and sat down with her arms crossed in a way that made her tits look illegal.
