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aust-een · 2 days ago

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EYE ROLLING IN SUCH A GOOD WAY OVER HERE

I’m having a really bad day today, gimmie some Benny smut I know you’ve got something in that brain of yours 🤍

LEAVE

Pairing: Benny Cross x reader

Summary: You try to leave Benny, but he has other plans.

Warning: smut, toxic relationship, Benny being a pathetic ass, reader has a child, Benny gets physically violent.

Note: Couldn’t deny Miss Cross herself y’know? 😏I know I’m not as good writing smut but I do my best for you. Hope you get better and this makes you feel better! 🫶💗

Also, this is heavily inspired by a combo @aust-een and I had about how Jeff held back a lot from what the real Benny could have been. I just know Benny wasn’t this quiet nonchalant thing. He was jealous, possessive and violent.

Your life was monotonous, you woke up, got ready, had breakfast, went to your job, put your with annoying customers, came back home, slept. Repeat. That was up until you met Benny.

Your life did a 180, in your routine and emotionally too. Benny was an interesting character, he was a mistery to a lot of people. And to you too, your friend warned you to not even look in his direction, he was always cruising for a bruising. Him and his bike were in for any sort of trouble. That’s what drew you to him.

Your last boyfriend was too plain, too vanilla. You often sought out a way to create any sort of tension. With Benny, that wasn’t necessary. He was the problem himself. With you having to bail him out of jail more times that you liked to admit it. A part of you knew this wasn’t healthy. Specially not for your son, he saw everything.

Benny lived in your house, so, obviously you were the head of the house, you worked and brought in the money. But Benny didn’t care, he flouted in and out the house as he pleased. Anxiety ruled over you, not knowing if he would come back or not. You could stay awake all night just waiting for him.

At some point, you knew it had to be over, it wasn’t healthy anymore and you spent days more stressed than happy. So you waited for him to come back. You had put your son to bed upstairs. Your leg bouncing as you drank a beer, you heard the front door open and you saw Benny come in, black boots stomping on the wooden floor.

“What are you doin’ awake still?” Benny spoke up as he saw you in the couch, his eyes a bit tired as well as his voice.

“Waitin’ for you.” You said, putting out the cigarette on the ashtray.

“You ain’t gotta do that.” Benny scoffed, he took his pack of Marlboro Reds out his pocket and lit up just one, he walked towards the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He looked around, no food. “No food tonight, I see. That’s how you care for your man?”

“It’s too late at night, only cooked for Robbie and I.” You said, you stared at him as he walked around. He just smirked in disbelief at what you said.

“What’s with the face?” He asked you as he came back to the living room, taking another hit from the cigarette.

“I want to talk to you about something.” You said, taking in a deep breath.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Benny rolled his eyes.

He had been off and weird lately, you had believed you were crazy but no, you started to accept that he was in fact different.

“I can’t live like this no more, Benny.” You confessed as you stood up, your hands on your hips. “This ain’t right. Not for me or my Robbie. I want you to leave.”

You said, it took everything in you to get the words out of you. Because you didn’t know how he would react.

Benny pressed his lips together as he took a deep drag from the cigarette, shaking his head. “That ain’t happening. I ain’t leavin’.”

Benny was hard headed and he did not follow nobody. If he was told to do something, he did the opposite, but you were tired. Of everything.

“It’s not a question, Benny. I can’t keep carrying on like this. It’s eating me alive.” You said, trying to appear firm as you stood up.

“You can’t keep carrying on like this?” He repeated your words, you could easily tell he was mocking you. “What else did you think this would be?”

You stared at Benny in disbelief, a part of you thought you could have changed him. Make him more responsible, more emotionally present, more anything, but no. He was still the same troublemaker you met. It hurt you to kick him out but there wasn’t any other choice.

“I just want you to leave. Get your things and leave.” You said, the words getting stuck in your throat.

“So you can bring in another man? Who you gonna bring next? Cal or that son of a bitch with the camera?” Benny accused you, he was very jealous and possessive. He didn’t like bringing you to meeting too much, specially not when Danny or Cal talked to you. There was a reason he didn’t let you meet up with Danny to do his interviews.

“What are you even talking about, Benny? This is about us. You and I!” You snapped, he always tried to blame others for everything, because in his own words ‘he never asked anyone for anything’.

“Don’t even yell at me. Watch it.” He said, his voice monotone.

“I’m tired of you leaving without saying anything. And expecting me to take you back. I can’t keep waitin’ on ya. I just can’t. So please, leave. Because I can’t handle you being a son of a bitch anymore.”

Oh, that set him on fire. You, calling him a son of a bitch. He didn’t like that. There was a silence in which he clenched his jaw, put out the cigarette into the decorative table by his side.

“Right?” Benny said calmly before he snapped. And he threw the decorative table to the floor, making the flower vase break down to little pieces.

You flinched, Benny had his violent outburst, you hadn’t quite gotten used to them yet. Throwing beer bottles or anything on his reach. His nonchalant demeanor was something that was only a façade to either give you the cold shoulder or appear more brave with the club.

As soon as he walked towards you, you backed off, only for Benny to grab you by the neck.

“Who do you think you are?” Benny growled, his voice always held that nonchalant tone to it. Which you hated. You never knew if he did this because he cared and wanted to stay or just for the fun of it. “I ain’t asking anything from you, so you can’t come here askin’ anything from me.”

Benny was so close to your face, his hand wasn’t really gripping your neck tightly but he was holding you hard enough to scare you.

“I ain’t gonna let you go around like one of them loose women. You’re mine. Mine. You get it?” Benny whispered in your ear.

But you wanted this to end. For your son.

“I ain’t doing this because I don’t love you. I do it for my son.”

“I really don’t give a shit about your son. Never did and never will, doll.” Benny scoffed. “I should listen to what you’ve told me, give you a baby so you can finally shut up. So that I’ll never be able to fully leave you.”

Benny placed his knee in between your legs, pressing it against your core. Making you shiver, most of the time, Benny having you by the neck turned you on immediately, and it was working right now.

“You don’t want me to leave, do you?” Benny purred in your ear. “No words now? Did the cat get your tongue?”

Benny leaned in and kissed your lips, the friction of his knee with your core sent shivers across your body. You wanted to rip off his clothes, and so he did. He ripped open your shirt, those cheap buttons didn’t stand a chance.

“How many times have I told you I hate these clothes? Mhm?” Benny whispered. It was a two piece set, the sleeveless button shirt and the matching shorts. It was a look that was in right now, you had wanted to fit in. Albeit, Benny didn’t enjoy it. “You want everyone to look, don’t ya? Everyone. There’s a reason why I got you that jacket.”

Benny pulled you to the couch, throwing you into it. The jacket was the one that had ‘Property of Benny’ in the back, made you wear it every time there was a meeting.

Benny got rid of his colors, his jacket and vest on the floor as well as his worn out white tshirt, he got on top of you. His lips finding their way to yours, you tasted the whisky on his lips, made you hum. You were enjoying how aggressive he got at times.

His hand traveled from your hair to your breast, squeezing it through your bra, you moaned on his lips, your back trying to arch but his body blocked you from doing so. Then his hand traveled all the way to inside your shorts, his touch feather-like as he caressed you over your underwear, your toes curled up at the feeling, you shivered once again.

“My doll is so desperate. I thought she wanted me to leave.” He kept rubbing you over your underwear. You let out breathy moans.

You wanted to deny it. But you couldn’t even speak properly. He wasn’t even doing anything extreme and you were already losing it.

He worked with his hands, he was so masculine. The smell of Marlboro Red filled your nostrils. It made you so— ugh. You couldn’t get enough of it, or him. Even if part of you hated it, there was something about him that you couldn’t reject.

“I’m gonna make sure— everyone in the fuckin’ street knows who you belong to. Alright?” Benny grunted as he undid his pants, he was as hard as he ever was when he’s with you.

And to be fair, your ex-in laws lived next door. You were in for a ride as soon as he pulled down your shorts and underwear. His boxers came down as well.

“Don’t be quiet.” Benny said, as he filled you up with his cock in one swift thrust.

“Motherfucker!” You moaned out loudly, loud enough to blush afterwards. You saw his smirk.

He liked how he got to you. How much you were willing to put up from him. His thrusts were anything but gentle, the sound of skin slapping, moaning and grunting filled the living room.

“You like it? Hmm?” Benny asked as he relentlessly fucked you in the couch, but this want his favorite position, not at all. He found it boring to say the least.

Your eyes were rolling back, your mouth open and filthy noises escaped your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Move.” He said as he pulled out of you, you whimpered when you stopped feeling his cock. Damn, that’s how much you needed him.

Eventually he manhandled you, he threw you around until you were in all fours. He was behind you and without any sort of mercy, he pounded into you from behind, his cock filling you up, giving you pleasure like no other.

“Benny… p-please” You whined, it was too much, he was too much. All of him.

“What? I’m sorry, can’t hear you.” Benny said, as his hand reached to grab your throat, squeezing the air you had.

It was the adrenaline of having no air combined with the pleasure of it. It gave you too much ecstasy. You didn’t even remember the last time he fucked you like this.

“I’ll leave whenever I want.” Benny whispered in your ear as he kept choking you, you tried to grasp on whatever air was possible. But it was in vain, and after a while, he withdrew his hand from your throat and slowly made its way down to your clit.

That was your breaking point and you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. Every moan that came out of you came from the deepest of your soul.

His hand worked wonders on your clit, making you feel overstimulated, waiting for that usual feeling for being close to the edge.

“Keep… g-going” you managed to mutter through the moans. As his cock kept filling you up, you knew no guy could ever compare to him.

Not even one. And you didn’t even dare to think of it. Afraid that he could read your mind and get mad.

“We’re gonna have a baby. So you won’t ever kick me out again. So that your brat of a son— knows his place.” Benny kept going even faster and harder, it seemed like he was on the edge. “And so that photographer son of a bitch knows that you’re taken.”

“Benny!” You yelled as Benny hit that sweet spot of yours, pleasure erupted as you finished, your muscles relaxing immediately.

He kept fucking you, for at least a minute more before you heard his voice falter, his breath ragged. “Oh, f-fuck…”

Benny filled you up, made sure to not waste a single drop of his cum. After all, he wanted you heavy with his baby in a few months. He couldn’t wait to see your son’s face. That little brat. Knowing his mommy wouldn’t get rid of him.

“So good for me…” Benny leaned over you, whispering in your ear. “If you tell me to do anything ever again, I’ll do the opposite. Okay?”

#not the “so good for me at the end #also the everyone on the whole street is gonna know who you belong too #GOOD GOD #you have the touch #thanks for doin this for me good life distraction #a smut goddess

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aust-een · 3 days ago

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Overstimulation

Label Mature 18+

Summary You ask Austin if overstimulation is real-he proves it.

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❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Austin guiding you through a new experience • soft touch • lap sitting •edging •teasing in front of a mirror •sweet talk•clit play• fingering •orgasm•vibrator• nipple play• Austin pinning you in place •non penetrating stimulation •mind numbing orgasm• overstimulation•squirting • P in V in front of a mirror • multiple orgasms in a row•cream pie•after care

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Overstimulation

You’re curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, scrolling through your phone while Austin sits at the other end, flipping through a book.

The room is peaceful, the quiet hum of your shared space broken only by the occasional turning of a page or the tap of your fingers against the screen.

You pause, biting your lip as you stumble across an article about overstimulation.

It’s intriguing, to say the least, and the heat rises in your cheeks as you skim through the details. Without thinking, you blurt out, “Is overstimulation really a thing?”

Austin looks up from his book, a slow grin spreading across his face. “It’s definitely a thing,” he says, setting the book aside and leaning back against the couch. His arms rest along the top of the cushions as he studies you. “Why?” He asks gauging your curiosity.

You shrug, but the way you avoid his gaze gives everything away. “I just… I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it—Like, I would know wouldn’t I.” You glance at him, your cheeks pink. “Because, um… it says here there’s squirting involved ? Or is that just, you know, exaggerated?”

Austin’s grin deepens as he looks at you in a way that makes your stomach flip.

“Oh, it’s real,” he says, his tone laced with something deeper, something more knowing.

You bite your lip, your hand playfully nudging his thigh. “Okay, mister expert, you’re saying you know all about this? Then why haven’t you tried it on me?”

He leans in closer, his arm sliding over your shoulder as his voice drops intimately . “It’s a lot, baby—it’s intense,” he says, his hand stroking your arm softly, his touch affectionate and delicate. “It’s about giving yourself over again and again, even when you think you’ve got nothing left to give,” he continues, his eyes meeting yours, this time with a flicker of intrigue in their depths.

“I didn’t know you wanted to try something like this, baby,” he muses, his tone shifting as his blue eyes gleam with a mix of mischief and excitement.

Your eyes linger on his as you bite your lip, a deep longing for the experience flickering across your face. His gaze sharpens, narrowing in on your eagerness, and a slow smile spreads across his lips, as if he’s uncovering a side of you he’s never known before.

You’ve always known Austin is beyond your skill in the bedroom, he doesn’t even try to hide it. He doesn’t just touch you—he claims you, leaving you utterly undone and completely his.

He’s so thorough and commanding that your passion together burns hotter than anything you ever thought possible.

Every move he makes feels intentional, like he’s reading a hidden desire you didn’t even know you had. Even now the way he looks at you just hinting at what he can do makes your heart flutter.

The idea of taking this next step with him sends a nervous thrill through you, a mix of anticipation and nerves.

You know this new level will be overwhelming, maybe even too much—but it’s Austin—You’d follow him anywhere, take anything he gives you, because with him, it’s always more than worth it.

“I want it,” you say softly, your voice barely audible but resolute. “I want it with you.”

Austin grins, his thumb brushing gently over your lower lip before leaning in to place a soft kiss. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes never leaving yours, his excitement undeniable.

“Alright, come with me,” he says, his voice urgent yet affectionate as he takes your hands in his.

“Right now?” you ask in amusement, an excited smile spreading across your face.

He smirks, his blue eyes gleaming with playfulness as he pulls you from the couch. “It’s technically edging now if I don’t,” he teases, his lips curving into a grin.

You both smile as he leads you to the bedroom, the excitement between you charged with anticipation.

Once inside, he releases your hand and goes to the corner of the room, pulling the full-length mirror into position in front of the bed. You tilt your head in confusion, watching as he begins to gather other items with purpose.

“Get undressed for me baby,” he says, focusing on his tasks and you slowly peel off your clothing as he moves to the bed, placing a soft towel and a sleek vibrator on the edge.

When he’s satisfied, he turns to you, his eyes lingering on every inch of your bare skin before meeting your gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiles as his eyes wander your form with reverence, then he extends his hand. “Let me show you,” he says invitingly, his tone warm and affectionate.

You step closer, placing your hand in his, and he guides you down onto the bed with him. He sits back against the headrest, his knees apart, creating a space as he positions you gently in front of him on the soft towel.

“You said there is squirting involved,” he repeats, his voice filled with amusement as his hands slide around your waist. “I’ll talk you through it I promise” he says softly against your ear

He pulls you firmly against him, your back resting against his broad chest, both of you facing the mirror.

The contrast between you is striking, your bare skin flushed with anticipation, while he remains fully clothed in casual sweats and a tee.

He smiles at you, his gaze deep and full of reassurance “You ready, baby?” he asks, his voice low and soothing, wrapping around you like a promise.

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement mingling with your nerves. “I’m ready,” you whisper, and his smile deepens.

His hands slowly slide down to your inner thighs, carefully spreading your legs wide open leaving you completely exposed.

Your gaze is locked on the mirror and he leans in pressing a kiss to your cheek as you both stare at the glistening arousal between your legs.

“You’re so perfect,” he praises, his gaze lingering on your reflection, his words making you feel cherished and desired in a way that sends a warmth through you, leaving you completely captivated.

He keeps one hand steady on your thigh, as the other begins teasing you with soft delicate strokes, his fingers grazing over your entrance with just enough pressure to send a shiver coursing through you.

Then his fingers ease effortlessly inside of you, drawing a soft gasp from you with every stroke as his thumb brushes lightly over your clit.

You can’t help but watch in the mirror as his face nestles against yours, his blue eyes focused on every subtle way your body responds to his touch as his hand moves faster between your legs.

Your head tilts back against his shoulder as the pressure builds, your body arching against him in response, the intensity of his fingers thrusting making it impossible to sit still.

“Stay with me baby,” he whispers, his words anchoring you as his touch drives you higher, unraveling every ounce of control you thought you had.

“Tonight is all about you,” he whispers, increasing his pace and stroking faster, the wet slick sounds becoming intense.

“I want you to see everything—he whispers, his gaze locked on your reflection.”— I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come for me,”

You nod fractionally, your face flushing pink, as his thrusting becomes relentless.

Your hips begin to writhe, resisting the overwhelming sensation, but he tightens his arm across your chest, pulling you firmly against him making you stay still.

“Stay with me, baby,” he whispers again, his voice low and steady as the intensity of his fingers threatens to consume you. “You’re doing so good for me,” he encourages, his tone soothing yet commanding.

Your breaths increase, your chest heaving as you try to endure.

You bite your lip, tears welling in your eyes as his fingers move faster stroking in a motion that feels unbearable and blissful all at once.

You begin to softly moan, the sensitivity making you writhe in pleasure as your climax builds to a peak.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises with quiet intensity. “You’re so close, I can feel it”

Your mouth opens in a silent cry as his fingers move so fast they become a blur, each stroke sending a sharp jolt through your clit as your inner walls clench around them, the pressure so overwhelming you feel yourself begin to let go.

Your voice breaks with desperation as your orgasm crashes over you, your hips rocking against his hand as your body spirals out of control.

“That’s my girl,” he groans with approval, his voice steady as his fingers continue relentlessly. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably as he keeps going, driving you beyond the limits of what you thought you could take.

“Aus! Aus! Please —I can’t ” you whimper, your breath catching as the overwhelming sensations tear through you, making your body tremble against him.

“Keep going for me baby,” he urges , his voice filled with encouragement.

You moan in response, your wetness spilling from you, his fingers working with ruthless precision igniting every nerve in your body.

Your abs clench tight, your back arching as spasms ripple through you. The intensity of his touch leaves you shaking, your breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps as you clit throbs under the intensity.

“Austin—Aus! Please!” you cry, your voice breaking just as another orgasm tears through you, your head tossing back against his shoulder.

“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, his voice gentle and understanding as he finally pulls his hand away. “We’re going to make you an overstimulated mess tonight—just like you wanted.”

You hear the click of the vibrator and your nerves jump as he carefully presses it against your clit, the overstimulation taking hold as he keeps it steady.

You try to move away, but his arm is wrapped tightly across your chest, keeping you locked in place as your hips writhe helplessly against him.

“Just breathe, baby,” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear as you struggle to fight the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume you.

You practically scream as he presses the vibrator up and down steadily, the unrelenting vibrations making your legs fight to close. But he doesn’t let you, lifting his knees to keep them spread apart, holding you firmly in place.

You watch in the mirror as your hips rock involuntarily, your muscles clenching around nothing as you fight the urge to pull away from the unbearable ecstasy.

A desperate cry escapes your lips as he moves the tip of the vibrator down to your entrance, teasing you with just enough pressure to edge you, without pushing it inside where you need it the most.

Your entire body begins to cave in, consumed by the ache of how much you want it, your hips pushing instinctively, silently begging him, but he doesn’t relent.

“Not yet, baby,” he confirms, his voice low and knowing, encouraging you to give more.

Your eyes well with tears as your breath catches in your throat, the overwhelming sensations leaving you gasping.

“A-Aus,” is all you manage your voice shaking and barely audible. You can’t breathe, can’t think—all you can do is stay in his hold, your body completely overtaken as you begin to lose your mind.

“We’re almost there, baby,” he promises, his voice low and steady, and his free hand moves to cup your breast.

As the vibrator moves up and down your clit, his fingers squeeze your nipple, drawing a pitiful squeal from your lips. Your hips jump involuntarily, revealing just how much you’ve soaked the towel beneath you.

“That’s it, baby, just a little more,” he says, pressing the vibrating tip against your entrance and holding it steady.

Your head tosses back as you begin to moan rocking your hips, your body overtaking your mind as you grind against nothing.

His hand kneads your breast, his fingers teasing and pulling at your nipple as your body begins to shake uncontrollably.

Tears well in your eyes, spilling over as choked-off sobs fall from your lips, the overwhelming pleasure teetering you on the edge of insanity.

And then it happens—your body lets go completely, and everything around you fades. A numbing whiteness floods your mind, a pure, blinding sensation that feels like the world has fallen away.

It’s as though someone has pressed the reset button, and you’re suspended in a state of raw, untethered euphoria, transcending far beyond your physical limitations.

Then reality crashes back in—the loud, desperate sounds you’ve been making filling your ears as Austin holds your body steady against him. Your walls are throbbing so hard it feels like they’re touching an invisible force, each pulse sending waves of sensations through you.

“Baby you’re so perfect,” Austin praises, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction as his lips brush your ear. “That was so incredible. You’re so fucking beautiful ” he whispers as your body rolls through the aftershocks.

He cuts the vibrator and slowly eases his fingers into your slick entrance the sudden change of sensation making your breath catch.

Your body trembles uncontrollably, torn between pulling away from the overwhelming ecstasy or pushing closer, caught in the exquisite torment of overstimulation.

“A-Aus-s,” you stutter, your voice breaking as his fingers slide in and out, the slick, thrusts making your breaths come out in panicked cries.

“Oh, baby, I know, I know, you were doing so well,” he whispers against your ear, his voice soothing and commanding. “But you haven’t squirted for me yet” he confirms his tone laced with determination.

A choked-off moan escapes your throat as he continues, his fingers thrusting in and out of you with relentless precision.

You don’t even notice his hand move from your breast until you hear the vibrator click on again.

The moment it touches your oversensitive clit a high-pitched whine escapes your lips, your body arching against him as the overwhelming sensation hits.

“Come on, baby— give me one more ” he coaxes, his voice low and thick with intent. “—soak my fingers this time.”

You let out a pitiful cry, your body quivering as the sensation threatens to overwhelm you.

He thrusts his fingers deep inside you, curling them perfectly as your walls tighten and pulse on every buzz of the vibrator against your clit.

You watch your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks flushed a deep pink, your lips parted as soft, broken moans spill out.

Austin’s eyes are locked on the way your body responds, every broken sound from your lips making him so aroused he can hardly concentrate.

“You’re making me so hard Baby,” he finally whispers, his voice breaking with need as his cock presses solid against your back.

You can barely register his words as he presses the vibrator up and down your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of you with an intensity that makes your legs begin to shake.

“A-a-Austin,” you stammer, your voice breaking as your mind begins to go numb the overwhelming pleasure pushing everything else aside.

Your body squirms, your feet sliding against the bed as your hips push up instinctively, chasing the release you can’t hold back.

The world fades to white—everything feeling too good all at once, the tingling in your core teetering on the edge of painful bliss.

And then it happens

A sudden unstoppable stream of liquid squirts from you around his fingers, soaking his hand as he continues thrusting.

“Oh fuck you did so good for me Baby,” he praises, his voice low and filled with awe.

You can hardly breathe as he continues thrusting his fingers in and out.

You finally exhale in a broken moan, the relief of the most intense orgasm of your life coursing through you, rendering you senseless.

Your mind feels hazy, as though you’ve lost the ability to think or focus on anything but the repeated waves of pleasure coursing though you.

Austin clicks the vibrator off and slips his fingers up to your clit rubbing in small circles. “I need you baby” he says desperately, gently guiding you onto your knees in front of him.

He softly presses your chest down to the bed, positioning himself behind you as he lowers his sweats and lines himself up.

You moan against the mattress as he easily settles into you with one slow paced thrust.

The fullness of him is overwhelming—a deep, consuming tightness that feels like too much and exactly what you need all at once, leaving your mind dazed in bliss.

He pulls back slowly, dragging his cock along your overstimulated walls, making you moan. Then he carefully pushes back in, the deep penetration sending a pulse through your body as you tremble under the intensity.

“Fuck Baby, oh fuck you feel so good,” Austin groans sliding his cock in and out feeling your walls clench down on him like a vice-grip.

The overstimulation of his heavy thrusts sends shockwaves through your core, his groans blending with your loud cries as he drives you into ecstasy.

Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, your body shuddering beneath him as the rhythm of his thrusts builds with a steady purpose. His deep breaths and strained groans drive into your ears, his voice low and rough as he rasps, “That’s it, baby… take all of it.”

Your body shudders uncontrollably as a desperate moan tears from your lips and you orgasm with an intensity you’ve never known—a shock that ignites deep in your core, radiating outward in a wave so powerful that your body quivers as you gasp for breath.

Your climax triggers Austin’s, his deep groans filling the air as his thrusts falter. The sensation of his warm come flooding your walls sends you spiraling into another orgasm.

He waits until your body no longer spasms, then he carefully pulls out, his hands steadying you as he lowers you gently onto the bed.

As you lay there, dazed, your limbs weak and utterly spent Austin doesn’t hesitate to care for you, his hand brushing damp strands of hair from your face as your senses slowly begin to return.

He smiles at you affectionately, but only one thing is on your mind.

“It’s real,” you whisper, your voice hoarse.

“What’s real?” he asks, his brows furrowing with curiosity.

“Overstimulation, squirting, all of it,” you admit, your gaze locked onto his.

Austin lets out a low laugh then he reaches for you, laying back and pulling you onto his side. “Yeah, baby, of course it’s real,” he confirms, his hand stroking your back with tender affection.

Then his eyes turn mischievous as he smirks at you. “Do you want to do it again right now?”

“NO!” you almost shout, your voice hoarse but firm, making him chuckle deeply as he pulls you tighter in his arms.

“At least… not right now,” you admit.

“You should see what else I know,” he teases, his voice low and playful.

“Austin, I’m actually scared of what else you might know,” you admit resting your head against his chest with a grin.

His smiles softly as he kisses the crown of your head. “We can find out together,” he promises, his tone reassuring.

You look up at him, exhaustion giving way as he holds you close.

“I’d like that,” you admit, your voice filled with sincerity. His arms tighten around you in response, his lips brushing softly against your hair as he smiles filled with contentment.

You knew this new level would be overwhelming, maybe even too much—but it’s Austin. You’d follow him anywhere, and take anything he gives you, because with him, it’s always more than worth it.

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