Page 73 of Bene

Until this woman, apparently.

Because he was absolutely willing to ignore the fact he didn’t have a backup here, and he knew it was going to be a hundred times better because of it, too.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered against her rough kiss, hissing after from the sensation of her manicured nails dragging lines down his chest, “you’re gonna fucking kill me here, donna. Is that pussy of yours aching that bad for me, or what?”

Her response was a breathy whisper of, “God, yes.”

He thrust his hands into her wet locks of hair, shoving the darkened strands back from her face and pulling her away from his kiss so he could get a good look at her face. At the bliss and wildness turning her into something beautiful for him.

“You gonna ride me?” he demanded.

She nodded.

“Fuck me ‘til you can’t breathe?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned in, hands sliding down to wrap around her throat while his teeth grazed down her jaw to get the taste of her skin on his tongue while he asked, “Fucking get on my cock and fuck me dry, then.”

Her hands slipped into the water between them, grasping the base of his cock to steady him before she dropped down on him. All at fucking once, too. She stretched out around him, the heat of her sex yanking a hard moan from his clenched teeth.

His hands flexed on her throat when she started riding him. All her soft, “Holy fuck, holy fuck,” driving him even crazier.

She was so loud, this woman.

He loved it.

Needed all her sounds and the way she sighed his name when she started to come, all breathy and lost. It was pure sin—total bliss to his senses.

Her thighs trembled when her fingers dug into his pecs, her pace coming faster and faster. He knew it was coming when her pussy started tightening around his cock, and what she wanted while she did it.

Vanna just seemed to love it when he took away a little bit of her air when she came. He swore it dragged those orgasms out of her for longer, and there was nothing quite like the sight of her with those pupils blown wide, and his name on her mouth while his hands wrapped her throat like a collar, and she broke all apart for him.

“Almost, yeah?”

She whispered. “Yeah.”

“Get it, then.”

Vanna stilled above him, coming down hard on his cock one last time before a shudder raced through her entire form. He was right, too—all it took was the flex of his fingers, her eyes blew wide to find his, and he got to feel the thrum of her pulse under his fingertips go on for what felt like forever.

“Oh, my God, Bene,” she gasped.

He gave her exactly a breath to recover from that orgasm before he let go of her throat, and his hands found her ass. He grabbed tight to her backside, sure he’d leave marks behind that he would be able to appreciate later, before he used her to get himself off. Dragging her up and down on his length with deep, hard strokes that had her whining again until he felt that familiar tightening in his balls.

The heat shot up his spine a second before he held her tight to his cock, and yes, it did feel better to come like that. With nothing to hold him back, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm milking every fucking drop from him that it could.

“You, you … you,” he said, not knowing what else to say.

Because what was this girl doing to him?

How and why?

Vanna laughed, her eyes shutting as she lifted from him. His cock slipped out of her still clenching pussy, but he was caught staring at her in the darkness, really, and the way she looked like this.

Wet and shivering.

Hot from him.