Free Friends With Way Too Many Benefits by Luke Young, Ian Dalton Page B

rolled back in her head the moment he filled her with his thick manhood.
    Reaching back, she took hold of his hand and directed it to her clitoris. She lifted her hips up slightly and supporting his weight on his shoulder he rubbed her spot while still pumping inside of her. She was close, really close. "Yes… That's it."
    She turned a bit on her side, presenting a breast to his mouth. He adjusted his position sliding his head across the mattress closing the gap to her chest. With his breathing labored, he took her nipple between his teeth and as he kept rubbing her he was thrusting hard inside her.
    "Harder," she moaned.
    He rubbed harder, nibbled harder, pumped harder and breathed even harder as her eyelids fluttered closed. She bucked her hips back and forth quickly then all at once she exploded, gasping and crying out and pushing her hips back even further.
    He kept rubbing her sensitive spot as wave after wave of strong pulses shot through her loins. Pressing his hips hard into her, he filled her fully and her mouth opened wide with an inaudible scream. She reached between her legs and grabbed his hand pulling it away from her.
    He rolled off her and lay panting and spent on the bed. Taking hold of a pillow, she turned to look at him dreamily wearing a satisfied smile and struggling to catch her breath. "I'm still pulsating."
    "Good." He took a breath. "Great."
    "Are you okay?"
    "I'm glad you, uh… I couldn’t do it anymore, without… I was about to shoot."
    "You poor thing." She looked to his still raging erection and her eyes widened. "You're still hard."
    "It'll go down." He let out a long, slow exhale. "I'm glad you had fun."
    "Yeah…" Placing her hand on his chest, she looked him in the eye. "It was a big one."
    "That's what I'm here for." He flashed her a sexy grin.
    "I'll take my temperature first thing tomorrow."
    Sitting up in bed, she asked. "I'm keyed up. Do you want to read a little?"
    "No, but you go ahead."
    She grabbed a novel off her night stand. "I love not having to get out of bed after. No cleanup. This is really great you not shooting."
    "Yeah, but don't get used to it," he grumbled.
    "Wouldn’t it be great if you could just turn that part of it off and only produce that when you really needed it?"
    Shaking his head, he gave her a weak smile. "Yeah, I guess."
    "You look tired."
    "I am. I'm just going to go to sleep, okay?"
    She gave him an appreciative smile. "Yes, baby, you deserve it."
    "Love you." Turning to her, he kissed her bare hip.
    "Love you too."
    He rolled away from her, wrapped his arms around the pillow and sighed.
    After taking a deep breath, she dove into the next chapter in her book. After one paragraph her eyelids were dipping closed. She placed the book on the night stand and lay down next to him.
    He turned onto his back and moaned. "I can't sleep."
    "Really?" She placed her hand on his chest then instinctively ran it lower until it bumped up against something hard, really hard. "Oh my, you're still…"
    "Yeah."
    Her eyes drifted closed then a moment later she regained just a bit of consciousness and asked softly, "Will you be okay?"
    "Yeah."
    "Okay," she whispered as her eyes closed again then seconds later she was out.
    He glanced at her, frowned and stared up to the ceiling as he wished for sleep to come.

9
     
     
    Forty five minutes later, Brian was sitting up in bed watching Jillian sleep with his erection refusing to quit. Sighing, he climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen.
    After retrieving a beer from the refrigerator, he gripped the cap to twist before realizing he wasn't allowed to drink it. Instead he poured a glass of apple juice and headed to the den with his shorts still tented and turned on the television. While watching an ESPN Sports Center replay he sipped his juice and relaxed back in the recliner. Ten minutes later, side tracked by sweaty athletes and dumpy looking sports commentators, he glanced down