Love Under Two Benedicts(45)

“You’ve been up and out,” Kelsey said.

“And here I am, up again.”

Kelsey laughed, the laughter turning to a moan of pleasure when Steven moved, sliding his cock all the way into her in one solid thrust.

“You feel so good around my cock, honey.” Steven’s words tickled her ear. “I love fucking you.”

Kelsey never would have believed how incredibly hot it made her to have a lover talk dirty. Now, emboldened by his words and her arousal, she said, “I love having you fuck me.”

“Mmm. Did you like having both our cocks in you last night?”

“God, yes.” She had never felt so full or come so hard.

Steven moved, taking her with him so that she knelt on the bed, her ass high in the air while he continued to fuck her from behind.

The sensation of his cock moving in and out of her, the friction, the fullness, set every one of her nerve endings on fire. She became so wet, making the glide of the latex-covered girth within her smooth and slick. She felt tingles gathering low in her belly, spreading out, and she groaned. Higher and higher, these fiery spasms swirled within her.

Steven changed his angle, seeming to stretch to the side, and oh, yes, his cock began to hit harder and deeper inside her. The twinges of pain rolled into the heat, and Kelsey gasped at the even greater stimulation.

She heard a sound just before she felt the cold slide of lube on her anus. Steven rubbed a finger back and forth across it, then pushed, sinking into her back entrance. He added a second finger and began to finger-fuck her ass in a fast and furious rhythm.

“Oh, God!” Kelsey came in an explosion of orgasmic bliss, the climax flashing through her entire body, consuming her, burning her so that all she could do was cry out in ecstasy and let it take her. She heard Steven’s low curse, his muffled shout, and felt the cock in her cunt convulse as he found his own release. Still, wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and it felt like forever before the climax finally ebbed.

Her hips slid down on the bed until she was lying flat, Steven still on her, in her, as they both fought for breath. She shivered, aftershocks of her personal earthquake shimmering through her, and she wondered how she could actually live through such powerful convulsions.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?”

“Dead.”

Steven chuckled. He moved, kissed her where her neck joined her shoulder, then fell to the bed beside her.

“No, you’re not. I didn’t hurt you?”

“No. It was fabulous.”

He gathered her in, and she took a moment to revel in the afterglow and the snuggling. Turning around to face him, she stretched up and laid her lips on his. Easy, comfortable, this kiss conveyed an emotion Kelsey thought was very close to love.

From the dresser, a sound intruded, and Kelsey sighed. “Benny.”

“I’ll get him. You shower and meet us down stairs. Okay?”

Kelsey smiled. “I won’t be long. I’ll make breakfast.”

“That’s a deal.”



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Ginny Rose wiped the dried tears from her eyes as she struggled to awaken. Her gaze took in her surroundings, recognizing a motel room. Beside her on the bed, the sound of snoring sent a shaft of revulsion through her.

She didn’t turn her head to look at Deke, didn’t think the sight of him first thing in the morning would do anything good for her stomach, which was churning with nausea and bile.

The ache in her right shoulder nearly made her cry out loud, but she was good at hiding her reactions. She reached up with her left hand and massaged the ache.

At least Benny was safe.

She hated herself, hated the life she’d let herself fall into, hated herself for giving in to Deke’s pursuit of her. How was she to have known he’d abuse her? He’d seemed so loving and attentive at first. He’d even seemed to like Benny. She’d believed she’d finally done something right, chosen a man who would be a man and take care of her and her baby.

But it had all gone to hell. She’d taken the first slaps because he’d continued to be kind to her son, and Benny’s well-being was everything to her. When he’d begun to show less patience, when he’d been mean and punishing of the innocent little boy, she’d known she had to do something.

Then had come that horrible ultimatum, a threat uttered one night when Benny had been crying and Deke had been drunk. He’d told her to shut her baby up or he’d shut him up permanently. Ginny knew she needed to do something immediately, something drastic. He’d apologized when he’d been sober, but Ginny no longer trusted his apologies. More than anything she’d wanted to run away, her baby tucked safe to her bosom, but she knew the reality was she couldn’t. Deke hadn’t finished with her yet. There could be no escape for her. He’d told her he’d kill her if she left him. But if she could make sure that Benny was safe first, then that would be another matter.