Page 41 of Beniamino Deluca

“A lot.”

“This have anything to do with that dream you had?”

Crap!I nodded. I knew he would circle back, eventually.

“Tell me about it,” he sat up and put the pillows against the headboard for him to lean against. Then he pulled me into my arms, letting prompting me to lie against my chest.

I explained to him how my father passed on. The way my mother was dealing with it and even how I didn’t visit her as often because of it. I told him about the dream and how disappointed my father would be if he’d been around to witness my relationship with Marcus.

“I came home to pick up something I’d left to find him in our bed fucking two men. Well, he was inside the one while sucking the other’s dick. He was having a full-blown orgy in our bed. How many other times had he done that?” I paused, not wanting to be in this state of mind right after I’d had sex with Beni. “Alcohol seemed to seep from the seams in that room. After finding out that they were prostitutes, it explained why I kept having jewelry and expensive things come up missing.”

“Damn…” Beni sighed.

“I’ll be honest, I would have done a lot for Marcus. If he would have told me about his needs, I’d have been open to us experiment with a third person. As long as we both benefited, and there was no lying… If the communication was there and trust, we could have made it work.”

“I respect that. Relationships don’t have to be rigid. You will make it work however it needed to. Obviously, he didn’t have that same mentality.”

“Agreed.”

“You don’t expect me to share you, though, right?”

I giggled. “No way.”

“If all the attention was on you?” He asked.

When my pussy responded, I squirmed.

“Ah.” tensed.

“Who wouldn’t want to be the center of attention where multiple pleasures were drawn out of them? It’s not on my bucket list or anything. I can see the perks of being used in that way, though.” I admitted.

“I’m much too territorial for that, Firefly.” His tone was serious, and it made me throb in response.

“Because I’m yours?” I asked as I mounted him. “You want me to yourself?”

I stroked his shaft until he was half erect but stiff. Then I held him upright will I sunk down onto him.

“Siren.” He hissed.

I wound my hips in a circular pattern until his head was entirely in the moment. Then I spread my legs wide, saddling him. Then I rode him while watching his face.

“Ooh…” I moaned, finding a nice groove.

As thick as he was, I knew I couldn’t hold out for long. He stretched me, pushing at all the barriers inside. Setting me on fire, he made me ache and soothed it at the same time. The crude sounds of my pussy sucking him into me, milking him, and how wet I was echoed in the room. His groans and grunted cheered me on, helping me to stay focused. His hands gripped my hips and thighs to claim and brand me as his.

“I want you.” I blurted. “As much as I keep fighting it, you feel good.”

“No, you feel good.” He sighed while fighting to keep his eyes open. His forehead crinkled as he struggled to not cave.

Was he close already?

“Beni, baby, stay with me.” I moaned.

“Fuck, I’m trying.” His hand lowered between us and his fingers teased my clit.

“Not fair, damnit.” I crooned.

“Tell me about it. It took me much longer to tap out. Now, you’ve got me right on the edge already. Fuck, you feel good.”