Free Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic) by Jennifer Willows

hips. A second later, he seated his cock back inside of her.
    He was so certain that another angle would help, but it wasn’t this one.
    Her thick hips were a rounded mound of flesh that only made his cock harder than he’d been to begin with. But he tried.
    God knows he had.
    He closed his eyes as he was a visual creature, but that only served to make the other senses stronger. Den could hear every moan and groan that burst from her throat. He could hear her choppy breathing, a rasp of air that sounded hoarsely inhaled.
    He could hear her unspoken pleas for more.
    It was in the way she canted her hips at him, the angle felt beseeching as if her body abased itself in the hopes he would pillage her dumb, deaf, blind, and as stupid as the dummy she called him moments before.
    “You want a good fucking?”
    Her reply was almost immediate. “Yes!”
    “Be my cheerleader.”
    “Den, Den, he’s my man! If he can’t do it, no one can!” she cried out.
    Den stilled after a moment as he couldn’t stop laughing.
    “Stop laughing at me.” She sounded offended, but her body said she was needy and greedy, a combination he had no way to resist.
    “Well, I didn’t think you’d take it like that,” he muttered.
    “How else was I supposed to take it? You said and I quote, be my cheerleader . I cheered.”
    “When you put it that way? I suppose.” He let go of her hips and slid his hands up her curves, around the flare of her belly, into the dip at the waist, skimmed over the delight of her large breasts and over the ticklish pit of her arm, until he reached her wrists. His chin propped atop her shoulder and he planted his mouth next to her ear.
    Once his fingers met hers, he interlocked the digits and rippled his member into her. “It goes like this.” He gripped her hand until their hands formed a knot of conjoined fists. “I fuck you and I want you to let me know how good it is when I do it.”
    She quivered around him, a ripple of cunt that spoke every word she hadn’t yet.
    But he wanted to hear it just the same as he felt it.
    “Okay.” Sidonie shivered under him. “You feel so good.”
    “Better, but I know that this”—he rocked in and out, a sweet tug on his cock from her protesting cunt a taste of heaven—”is much, much better than that. Try again.”
    “Uhh, I don’t know what to say.” Her skin flushed and he assumed it was due to a toss-up between arousal and embarrassment.
    “Then let me teach you.”
    “Mmm, ’kay.”
    “Your cunt drives me crazy.” He kissed her ear and she clenched on him wetly.
    “Yeah?” She sounded curious. Fuck, he loved curious.
    “Oh, yeah. I could fuck you into next week.”
    “I wish you could.” She moaned.
    “Believe me, I do, too. You, me, and nothing between us but sweat.”
    Her hands gripped the sheet tightly, and he watched as the wad of cotton mangled and snapped clean off the head of the mattress.
    “You want it, don’t you?”
    “Yes, plea-ase!”
    “Ask me for it.”
    “Den, baby… please fuck me. Deeper, harder.” Her face tipped into the bedding.
    “That’s what I’m talking about.”
    He loved a good cheerleader and he dragged his knees up for more leverage. Den pummeled her cunt, one punt after the next, until her head tipped backward.
    She let out a long, low cry that sounded nearly painful, but the heated rush of juices that exploded around him only served to make him want to hear it again.
    Sidonie squealed. “Ohgodicanttakeit!”
    “You already did, a few times at that.” He chuckled. She was a fun fuck, and he was sorely in need of one.
    Her legs tensed and he could feel her toes dig into the mattress for a secure purchase that he wasn’t going to allow her.
    He slid each leg down the bed next to hers until the tops of his feet nestled the bottom of hers.
    Her toes curled and she keened into the air. Her body whipped against his and she bit the tufted blanket under her face.
    Despite the barrier, he heard everything.
    Every