He was burning hot; Lily could feel his body heat even through their layers of clothes and as she tried to frantically inhale enough air to stay conscious, Ben’s scent overloaded her senses. He was musky and spicy, and a little bit sweaty; exactly what she would have expected from a townie thug, and she groaned as she felt her body start to surrender.
It was sick, and wrong, the way her body was reacting, and Lily would have given anything for it to stop. But as Ben slid a second finger inside her and increased the pressure on her clit she drew her feet up to her ass, pushing against the mattress to lift her hips closer to his hand.
“Fuck, Bay,” he groaned as he finally came up for air. “You’re so frigging tight. How long’s it been since you had a cock inside you?” He twirled and flexed his fingers inside her, and Lily almost choked on her response.
“A while,” she replied, biting her lip as a wave of heat sent delicious pulses of pleasure straight to the spot inside her that Ben was rubbing with his finger tip. Her muscles were starting to contract, and she knew he could feel it too.
“Jesus,” he went on. “My cock is gonna fucking kill you.”
“My, I wonder how you even managed to get it through the front door,” Lily said, her voice artificially sweet, and Ben chuckled.
“Let’s shut that fucking smart mouth of yours, baby” he whispered. He slid one more finger into her, and changed the angle of his stroking, and heat flooded Lily’s senses like a tidal wave.
“Oh, god!” she groaned, and her toes curled into the bed as she lifted her hips closer to him once again. He leaned in for another kiss, all stubble and muskiness and moaning in appreciation at the sounds that she was making, and Lily lost it. The muscles in her vagina squeezed his fingers hard, pulsing in rhythm as she whined into his mouth and collapsed back down into the sheets. He let her turn her head away from his mouth so that he could nuzzle the side of her neck until the tension eased back out of her body.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Ben whispered as he slid his hand to the waistband of his pants. “Now I’m gonna let you come on my cock.” He loosened his pants and shoved his boxers out of the way, and Lily found herself staring, morbidly fascinated as his cock sprang to attention, pre-come glistening on the head as it bobbed against Ben’s rock hard abs. He caught her looking and smiled, slid his fingers around his cock and gave it a couple of lazy strokes of his palm for her benefit. His fingers fit around his shaft easily, but Lily knew from the size of his hands that her own fingers would have no chance.
Ben slid in close, nudging Lily’s thighs further apart with his knees so that he could get a good look at her while he lined his cock head up with her opening. He hadn’t been fucking bluffing about the DNA, after all. Lily tensed, her body trembling as she strained against his hold on her. “Ben? You can’t… You’re not?”
“Gonna fuck you bareback?” he finished for her. “Hell yeah, Bay. You’re gonna get it as nature fucking intended. You can thank me later, baby.” He squeezed his cock against her entrance, and Lily started to buck in desperation.
She had promised herself that she wouldn’t beg, no matter what, but having a drug-using ex con come inside her was a terrifying thought, no matter how good he was with his fingers. She begged, and pleaded, and cursed him, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Please, Ben. The condoms are in my bedside cabinet drawer. Please just fucking use them, they’re right there, for Christ sake!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ben snarled, grabbing Lily’s hip and holding her still for him. “You feel this?” he asked, as he slid his cock out of her entrance and rubbed the head over her quivering clit. The friction was intense, and electricity shot through her limbs until a whine escaped her lips.
“Oh yeah,” he went on. “You fucking feel it, baby. You know how bad you want it. Just fucking relax.”
It felt good. Better than good, but Lily couldn’t shake the terror that had gripped her and twisted her stomach into knots. She writhed against the fingers that he was digging into her hip. “No Ben, please! Please don’t do this, I can’t do this!”
“Shit, baby,” he growled, lowering his mouth to her ear again. “You forgotten what this is? You don’t get a fucking say in this, remember? I’m gonna fuck you till I break you, bitch.” He turned his head to the side and rested his cheek against hers as he repositioned the head of his cock against Lily’s opening. Her cheek was wet with tears, and Ben froze.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, raising his head to stare down at her as if he truly did not understand her anguish. Incredulous, Lily closed her eyes and looked away. She hadn’t wanted to give him the satisfaction of seeing more tears, but now here she was, sobbing, and even being ashamed for it. He grabbed her cheek and yanked her head back towards him, but she screwed her eyes shut tighter.
“Fucking look at me!” he spat, jerking her head back and forth when she refused to do what he wanted. She whined, and he roared, finally lifted his hand from her face. She knew he was going to hit her. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the way that his weight had shifted as he raised his fist and aimed it at her cheek. Lily braced herself for the pain, waited what felt like an age, but nothing came. She was holding her breath, and she could hear that Ben was panting in anger.
Nerves frazzled, she could no longer wait. Lily edged her eyes open and looked up, not daring to meet his eyes but desperate to know what he was going to do. He was tense as a bow, his fist still hovering in mid air next to his shoulder as he stared down at her shaking body. He took two slow, deep breaths, flexed his hand and lowered it so that it was gripping her cheek once again. His voice was as tense as his body as he repeated himself. “Look at me, Bay.”
She knew about his temper. She had heard the rumours. She had seen it first hand when he had bashed Frank’s skull with his gun, just because the man had talked back to him. He had been erratic and borderline psychotic during the raid, and from that Lily realised how much it must have taken for Ben to calm his anger now. How close she must have come to a black eye, and probably worse. So as much as her stomach churned at the thought, she opened her tear-stained eyes and looked up at him.
His eyes scoured hers and Lily felt her cheeks blazing as more tears fell down her face. His gaze burned, and in that one moment of intimacy it felt like he had suddenly taken more from her than he had all night. Ben tilted his head to the side and snorted as he somehow managed to read the expression on her face.
“You think I’m gonna make you sick? Give you fucking HIV or something, is that it, baby? Jesus Christ, Bay, I’m not fucking fried, alright?”
Lily gasped as she tried to get enough air into her lungs in between sobs. The knot in her stomach was easing, but she didn’t understand why. Why the hell would he tell her the truth, even if he had every STD in the dictionary? He was still staring at her though, and although his eyes were still narrowed with anger, they were also earnest. If he was a liar, he was damned good.
She stopped crying, and Ben lowered his mouth and kissed her. It was crazy, having a make up kiss with her rapist, but that was definitely what it was, and it was somehow soothing, regardless of how wrong it was. He stroked his hand down and cupped her left breast, rubbing her nipple around in slow circles until she started to moan once again. Ben was still rock hard, and his cock had left a shining trail in her pubic hair as it rested against her body. As he slid his hand to her other breast and started to squeeze, Lily’s hips rocked against him, and he was gone.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his hand going straight to her thigh to part her legs wider for him. “Give me that fucking cunt, right now.” He was lined up perfectly against her, and started to increase the pressure of his cock against her opening. Their eyes met again, there was a moment where Lily’s body resisted, and then suddenly she was yelping and he was hissing as the head of his cock pushed inside her.
He needed more, that was obvious from the way his body was humming with tension against her, but Ben stayed still until Lily stopped grimacing in pain. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep and his teeth raking her lips as he wrapped his free arm around her head and held on tight, claiming every part of her body that he could reach as his.
Lily felt her thighs slip further open as her body started to relax, and Ben rocked his hips and eased his length inside her, not stopping until he felt his balls come to rest against her ass. She cried out sharply; he had gotten her wet, but it had been a long time and jesus, he was big. He filled her completely, the head of his cock bumping up against her cervix with every small movement of his hips. Once Lily got over the initial pain of his entry, though, Ben’s body started to feel disturbingly comfortable against her.
He tore his mouth away from hers and raised his head to look at her, stared into her eyes as he inched backwards, pulling his cock from her body until only the head remained inside her. Lily bit her lip and held her breath to steel herself, expecting him to start pounding into her at any second.
Ben’s eyes were smouldering as he looked at her, and as he slowly eased back inside Lily’s body, his lids half closed as he tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure. She echoed his moan, fleetingly surprised at his gentle movements, but within another second she forgot all about everything except the feeling of his cock.
He was hot and hard, and yet smooth like velvet as he moved inside her. Lily whined as she felt the head of his cock and the veins along his shaft touching places inside her that she had no idea could feel so good. He pulled back and sank into her again, and again, and Lily brought her legs to her chest to draw him closer. He growled, tilting his hips and increasing his speed just a little, and she started to feel the heat rising within her once again.
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