a silent ladykiller. benjamin slept with slews of women, broke their hearts, and went home every night to his six-year-old daughter. with most of the women, he fucks them well enough to let his inability to commit slide, but some get a little too attached. it’s a blessing and a curse, his talent. but all of it’s worth it for moments like this, seeing nadia writhe beneath his touch – just his touch. fuck, he feels powerful, and it only makes him want to please her more. her response to his slap causes a smile to curve above his golden beard and his heart to flutter. if only the wetness dripping between her thighs didn’t entice him as much as it did, he’d be all over giving her a spanking. his mouth attacks her immediately, feeling as though she’s had enough teasing. expertly, he alternates between sucking on her clit and using his tongue to massage the rest of her pussy. his hand rests on the small of her back, keeping her against him until he feels her quiver.
with both hands, benji pulls nadia down, onto his lap, and reads the expression on her face before kissing her lightly. “so are you getting it?” he teases, after following through with their agreement. benji was only joking around about her getting a tattoo, but he definitely would enjoy marking her. “what do you want, huh?” benji asks, pressing more kisses into her neck. he meant sexually, and he hoped she knew that as he lead her fingers to his crotch to feel just how hard he was. she wasn’t the only one throbbing for attention.
she knows that they’re just sex and she’s so okay with that. and it’s worth it for when he makes her feel this good. he had her wet before she was even naked and she always finds that to be a tease. she hates that he can do her that good. he makes her feel insanely good without even trying. she hates and loves it all at once. right now, she’s not sure where she lands with it. probably leans more towards love. she was dripping down her thighs before he was even touching her properly, before he had her naked and whimpering for him. which he does often. with his tongue against her pussy, she’s desperate to lace her fingers in his hair, pull just the right way so that he knows what he’s doing to her, but she keeps her hands on the bed, digging her fingertips almost painfully into the material. she’s a mess and her toes are curling and she’s moaning just quiet enough. her pussy is throbbing between her legs and she presses her hips down a little to grind against his mouth, just so he knows she wants more. needs more. and then he’s pulling her down into his lap, her hands instantly falling onto his shoulders. she feels drunk with pleasure and a lazy smile fixes itself onto her lips. “maybe.” they both know she probably won’t, but he’s good at persuading her into things she thought she’d never do and turns out to absolutely love. so, they’ll have to see what happens with that one. she inhales sharply at the kisses to her neck, the scruff of his beard making her skin tingle and she tips her head back as her fingers graze along his dick. “you.” she makes the effort to slide her hand into his trousers, cupping his dick in her hand with a smirk. “want you, baby. wanna feel this hard dick in my little pussy. want you to stretch me again.” she leans forward and grazes her lips against his ear, pressing a soft kiss there before she’s whispering hot and heavy into his ear, “do you remember the first time you did? didn’t even think you’d fit inside me, so fucking big.”
