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Ben is exceedingly patient and loves to take his time while driving me to the edge.

He doesn’t need to fuck me right away—if anything, he wants toplay.

“What’s wrong, my love?” he asks softly, thrusting his crotch against my hand. “What do you need?”

He knows damn well what I need, but I can only let out a squeal of frustration.

Ben laughs and kisses my collarbone, then pulls my sweater to the side, exposing more of my chest. “Arms up,” he says. I obey, and he lifts the sweater over my head and tosses it on the chair near the fireplace. He stares at my chest for a moment, his hands at his sides, and I let out a whine.

“Ben, touch me,” I beg.

He cocks an eyebrow as I stand topless in front of him, the epitome of control. “But you didn’t listen to me,” he says, his lip quirking. “And now, here we are.”

I reach for his hands, but he grips my wrists, holding me still. My lower lip trembles, need and desperation making my chest ache.

Ben knows how to push me to my limits. He knows exactly how much teasing I can take, and if I ever say to stop the torture, he will.

“Don’t get greedy, baby,” he whispers. “I just want to look at you.”

I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, though.

“Ben, if I don’t come in the next ten seconds, I might die.”

No, I’m not being dramatic.

But he just tilts his head and looks at me curiously. “Is that so?”

I think I might cry at how aroused I am. I nod frantically and choke out a sob. “Please?—”

Then Ben is unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, along with my panties. He kneels in front of me, his breath ghosting over my core. I tug at his hair and push my cunt into his face, whimpering.

He groans and rubs his face from side to side, smearing my wetness all over his cheeks and lips.

I love seeing him like this, desperate for my pussy.

But I’m just as desperate, and his tongue won’t be enough for long.

I choke out pleas, begging him for more as he grabs my ass and pushes me closer to him. There’s no possible way he can breathe with his mouth literally suctionedto me, but I can’t find it in myself to care. I tug at his hair, mewling and crying as he eats me out.

“Ben,Ben?—”

It takes no time at all for me to orgasm all over his face, but it’s not enough.

I needmore.

Two of his fingers push inside me as he pulls back to breathe, his face shiny with my slick. His hair is a mess from me pulling at it, and he grins wickedly when I brush it out of his eyes.

“You should have listened to me, Dev. Then we could be doing this in the bed.”

I groan as he fingers me, drunk on the sensation. “The bed isright there,” I grit out. “We could—ah—move.”

“But then we would have to stop for a whole three seconds.” Ben chuckles, keeping his eyes on my face. “And I don’t think you want that.”

I whine. “Don’t stop touching me,” I choke out. “I—I?—”

“That’s right,” he whispers. “Grip my fingers like it’s my cock.”

He pushes in a third, and I clamp down on him and scream. Slick gushes out of me and pools down his hand, dripping onto the carpet. My vision turns white, and pleasure engulfs me.