#lovebugwrites

“shh,” he coos, continuing to drive his cock into you in smooth, slow gyrations of his hips. “c’mon, angel, gunna wake up the whole park,” he mumbles, the words mouthed against the skin of your cheek. “i’ll get’cha there. i’ll get’cha there.”

nodding, you swallow a soft whine, nails digging into his shoulders as his pace quickens, soft huffs and grunts of air leaving his lips as he buries his face in your neck. it’s maddening, the way he feels, body sweat-slicked and warm on top of you, the way he sounds, tastes. you sink your teeth into his shoulder as the wet plap plap plap reverberates against the walls of his trailer. trying not to make a sound.

“yeah,” he grunts. “yeah, y’got it, baby. feel good?”

“uh-huh,” you nod dumbly underneath him, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. he lifts his head to look you in the eye.

“c’mon, sweets, tell me. tell benny it feels good. tell me it feels good, an’ i’ll get’cha there, yeah?” he rambles, bedframe creaking with every thrust.

“feels—“ you gasp. “feels good, benny. oh, god, benny—benny, baby—“

a near whine leaves his lips as he nods, desperately, a bead of sweat slipping from his brow. “yeah, yep—“ he grunts, thrusts growing erratic as he lifts one hand to slip between your thighs, thumbing at your clit. he spits, letting the glob fall onto your bundle of nerves before continuing. “christ, baby—“ he chokes. “fuck, come on. give it t’me, baby, give it t’your benny.”

his name leaves your lips in a desperate ramble as he pushes you over the edge, body thrashing underneath him as your orgasm washes over you, hot and strong and dizzying.

benny cusses under his breath, pulling out just a few moments later to tug at his cock, wet and heavy in his palm until a string of white lands on your stomach. it’s the hottest thing to you, the way he comes, his brows knit as he sits on his knees, looking down at you and your spread legs, jaw slack like it hurt him, watching ropes and ropes of his spend land on your bare, dewy skin.