Friends with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  Aiden lifted me up and walked me to a small wooden chair where he sat. Then he pulled me down as if he wanted me to straddle him. I lowered myself beside him instead and took him into my mouth, tasting the salt, sweet nectar I’d coated him with. Soon he was the one moaning, and I had forgotten all about my hunger.

  “Ella, your mouth is so good. You make me feel so amazing.” I pushed myself down on him, and over the year I’d gotten so used to sucking his cock that I took it like a pro with no problems. Though he said he kind of missed me gagging on it, he loved that I could take him into my throat without issues.

  He grabbed the back of my head and held me down on him, my tongue slipped out and licked his balls, and he surprised me by holding my nose. I knew he wanted me to struggle a bit, and so I did, allowing myself to swallow which milked his cock nice and steady.

  “Careful, Ella. I’m going to fill that pretty mouth if you’re not careful.” He knew I liked getting his come inside me, and I wasn’t talking about my mouth. I pulled free and stood, straddling his cock as he stood it up tall and then I lowered myself on him, inching down and rolling my hips around so that I urged him deeper.

  I gripped him with my channel and ground my clit against his pelvis, angling my hips so that I could feel every delicious inch of his manhood inside me grazing my g-spot as he thrust, stroking it.

  My orgasm was on edge, and I held it off enough to tease it and make it that much hotter when it came. Moments later it did, and I quaked around his shaft, milking him, urging his release.

  He liked to edge it too. We stayed that way a while as he did, speeding up and slowing down, kissing and caressing.

  My tummy growled, and Aiden met my eyes. “You weren’t kidding that you’re hungry.” He rubbed his palm flat against my tummy as if to soothe it.

  “I didn’t eat today.” I knew he was not happy the minute I said the words.

  “I’ve told you about being so busy you skip meals. I want you healthy, Ella.” He bounced me on his cock and this time he increased the speed so that I was certain he wasn’t going to edge it again.

  “It feels amazing. I’m going to come,” I blurted the words, and my walls gripped his cock. He moaned out as he filled me up with his warm load.

  He kissed my shoulder. “If I’d known you’d missed your lunch, I’d have fucked you after dinner.”

  “I’m fine and this way, you get to fuck me before and after.” I stood and walked over to the counter where we’d been and grabbed a paper towel to clean up, and then I let my skirt down over my hips as I found a wastepaper basket.

  Then I picked up his pants, and something hit the floor at my feet. I thought it was his phone, but as I reached down, it registered. It wasn’t a phone. It was a small, black velvet ring box and when I looked up, he was wide-eyed and smiling.

  “You’re not supposed to see that until dinner,” he said.

  “Is there another woman I should know about?” I teased, but he stepped forward and took the box from my hands.

  “No, you’re the only one for me, Ella Ford. And since there’s no time like the present—” He opened the box and presented it to me. It was a gorgeous princess cut diamond. I held my hand over my heart as he took a deep breath. “Will you marry me, Ella?”

  “Yes!” I dove in for a kiss. When I pulled away, he slipped the ring onto my finger. It reminded me of the moment when he’d returned my other ring, which I still wore on my other hand. That was the moment I knew I loved him. “I love you, Aiden.”

  “I love you, Ella. Now, let’s go get you fed, so you’ll have enough energy to celebrate after.” He wagged his brows and pulled me in close, and I kissed him knowing that he was mine forever.

  *** Wait…this is not the end ****

  Well, technically not because,

  If you want more of Aiden and Ella, turn the page for an extended epilogue and an extra steamy deleted kinky scene from their life.

  Super Dirty Kinky Bonus Sex Scene from Claiming Cinderella

  The storm was rattling my windows with each thunderclap, and it was times like this I hated living alone. It was one thing to have Aiden down the street, but at this hour he was probably long asleep in his bed and unconcerned with the weather that had my nerves on edge.

  I’d never liked bad weather, and on the nights when it got too scary, I’d sneak into my mother’s room and crawl up into her bed. Now I didn’t have that option. I had taken her room as my own, and there was no comfort here alone.

  The wind whipped so hard that the trees outside were doing backbends and the puddles were deep enough for wading. In the distance, down on the shore, the waves crashed violently. The power flickered, causing the few lights I had on, to grow dim. I hurried downstairs and went to the kitchen where I knew I kept the flashlights, and I had just put my hand on one when the power went out. I stood in the dark for a moment as I struggled with the flashlight and tried to remember how to cut it on. It wasn’t like I’d expected, and I had to poke a button on the butt-end of it. I finally got it on and cursed as the dim light shined as if struggling.

  There was no telling how long ago those batteries had been there, but I scrambled to find more, hoping I had some of the right sizes. As I fumbled in the dark, I heard a sound that grabbed my attention. It was a crash and then footsteps out on my front stoop. I took the batteries with me as I ran upstairs, knowing my phone was beside my bed, but as soon as I hit the bottom step, I heard a rattle coming from my front door’s knob.

  I froze in place, my heart pounding from my chest and I knew whatever it was, whoever it was, they would be in and on me before I could reach my phone. I had to take that chance. I had to run for it, hoping that I’d not trip on anything in the dark. As I took a few steps in a hurry, the front door blew open, and a scream ripped from my throat.

  “Ella?” Aiden’s voice brought me to my knees with relief. I hit the floor cursing in the dark.

  “Dammit, Aiden. You scared me half to death!”

  “I’m sorry. I was trying to be quiet, but I tripped over your plant stand. I’m afraid I owe you a new one.” He flicked on a small light, and it was barely enough to illuminate him as he wiped his feet and stepped inside. “Where are you?”

  “I’m on the stairs. I thought you were here to murder me.”

  “I saw the power go out down the street as I drove over. All I have is this stupid keychain light.” His voice got closer as I stepped down the stairs in the light from the lightning outside.

  “Yeah, my batteries are dead.” I fell into his arms as we met at the bottom of the stairs and he kissed me and stroked my cheek.

  “I’m sorry I scared you. I was worried you’d be frightened all by yourself, so I thought I’d come over. I tried to call, but you didn’t answer, and once I was in the car, I was already committed.”

  “It’s fine. I thought you were asleep or I would have called.” I rested my head on his chest as he stroked my shoulder.

  “You can call me anytime, Ella. It doesn’t matter what time, day or night. I’ll be there for you.” He gave my hand a squeeze and pulled me close as he stepped back into the front room. “Let’s go to the couch, we’ll break our necks trying to get up the stairs. I couldn’t even make it to the door.”

  “Mm. What are we going to do here in the dark while we wait for the power?” I had a few ideas but wanted his take on the matter. It turns out we were on the same page.

  “I think we can find some way to pass the time.” He pulled me down beside him and then he lay me back as he stretched out on top of me. It happened so fast I barely had time to giggle.

  “Mhm. That’s a much happier sound than that scream you let out earlier.” He kissed my neck, and I breathed him in, the fresh scent of rain in his hair.

  “I was scared. You made me do it.”

  “I’m sorry. That’s not the kind of screams I want to hear from you because of me.”

  “Yeah? But I thought you were a murderer. I thought you’d tie me up and slice me
open.”

  “Tying and slicing sound fun, but not like you’re thinking. I mean, I do have something to stab you with.” He ground his hips against me, and I giggled.

  “Enough of the scary talk.” I closed my mouth on his and he pulled away.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course, I do. What kind of question is that?”

  Suddenly his voice was a tone deeper and breathy. “Sit up, Ella.” He sat up, and I could hear something that sounded like his belt being unbuckled.

  I was wearing my pajamas, a boy shorts and tank set, but he’d apparently still been dressed from the day. My heart was still racing from the fear moments earlier, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.

  “I’m going to tie you up.” He held my arms tight. “Tell me you want that, Ella. Tell me you want me to tie you up and fuck you hard.” The lightning crackled at the windows, and I caught a glimpse of his face, his eyes were wild and smoldering.

  “I want you to tie me up and fuck me hard, Aiden.” I would have said anything he wanted as my swollen clit tingled.

  “Good girl.” The thin leather strap of his belt rubbed against my wrist, the cold buckle sending shivers as it grazed me.

  I loved it when he wanted to try new things, and though I’d never seen a hard edge to him, I was excited that he wanted to explore the role with me.

  “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you, Ella. And you’re going to do everything I tell you.” His voice was in my ear, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. It sent chills across my flesh and tightened my nipples beneath my little tank top. He spun me around and tugged me close to his erection.

  His hands were rougher on me that usual, his knees butting against my legs, opening them wider. I parted my feet as his hands left me, and I struggled against the belt which he’d fastened tight around my wrists.

  The torture was in waiting for him to touch me again, I wanted his hands on me, all over me, in me. I panted a bit harder, as I felt his mouth down on my ankle.

  Then he worked his way up, kissing my calf, behind my knees, across my inner thigh where his teeth grazed my skin, and then he bit me. His teeth didn’t break the flesh, he barely used pressure, but just enough that my pussy bloomed with wetness that left a wet spot in my boy shorts.

  His hair tickled my thighs, and soon his mouth closed over my panties, and sucked the little spot, causing me to moan.

  Then Aiden stood up and spanked my ass hard, and ripped down my panties to my thighs. “You’re fucking wet for me, aren’t you? You like knowing I’m about to fuck you don’t you, Ella?”

  “Yes,” I was breathless trying to speak, and then he gripped the shorts and tugged them to him causing me to fall forward.

  The flashlight I had rolled to the floor, and he reached down and picked it up. “Maybe I should fuck you with this.” The cold metal flashlight rubbed against my folds from behind. I wiggled, pulling away from him.

  “Stand still, Ella.” I heard him rustling around behind me and though I was excited for our game, I was a little bit worried how far he would take it. It was the uncertainty that made it so hot. I completely trusted him.

  He gripped the shorts, bunching them tighter, pinching my thighs as he used them to pull at me close, and then I felt something warm and hard against me and hoped it was his cock. As soon as I thought it he pushed it into me nice and hard. “That’s what you really want, isn’t it?”

  “Mm, yes.” I tried to tilt my ass, but he tugged my shorts, using them to manhandle me as he thrust deep, pounding my little slit as my arms grew numb in the confines. I didn’t dare say, or he’d stop. I didn’t want this game to end, especially as my first release built deep in my core, like a pinch, the ache grew in my belly and then I was coming undone.

  “That’s right. Fucking come on my cock.” He thrust so hard I could feel my feet about to come off the floor as he held onto my shorts, keeping me trussed. Then all of a sudden, he tugged them the rest of the way down.

  “On your back, arms up.” I did as he told me and he leaned over me, his strong hands pushing up my top. He kissed my nipples, taking turns drawing them one at a time into his mouth, into his teeth, again biting me with just enough pressure that it tickled my pussy.

  “This had got to go.” He balled up the tank and then balled it in his fists and ripped it from my flesh, the sound filling my ears and causing me to yelp. He tugged it free of me, and I was left feeling exposed, ready to be used.

  My dripping core ached for more of him, and he lifted me up, folding me in half and brought his cock to my center. “Beg for it.”

  “Please, Aiden. Please.”

  “Please what, Ella. Tell me what you want like a good girl.”

  “Please fuck me, Aiden.” I felt the burn in my cheeks as he growled and plunged his cock deep inside me. Then our flesh slapped together, clapping hard and relentless.

  I came again, and by the time I was done I was losing my strength, my knees weak as he stood me up and bent me over the back of my couch. My face planted into the cushions, but then I got my hands under me. The belt still biting into me as he gripped my ass and pressed his cock against my tight little star.

  “I should take that tight little ass of yours.”

  “It’s yours for the taking, Aiden. All yours.” I was prepared for anything he wanted, and I knew one day soon he’d claim that part of me too. I wanted it. I wanted it all with him.

  “I’m going to fuck that wet pussy tonight, Ella. I want to fill you up with my come and watch it drip down your pretty legs.”

  “Yes, please, Aiden.” I wanted that too. And he wasted no time obliging. His cock felt like a hot knife slicing into me, and I thought it appropriate considering our game, even as I cried out. My pussy was taking a beating, and I knew I’d be so tender later, but I couldn’t get enough of him. He rocked his hips and built up his speed as the friction grew, his heavy sac dangling, slapping against me until they tightened. He filled my channel and ground it in, but as soon as he pulled away, it dripped down my legs just as he’d wanted.

  “Good girl.” He trailed his index finger through the long streak of come and then he held it to me. “Taste it.”

  I opened my mouth, and he slipped his finger in. I sucked it clean nice and slow. When he pulled out, he kissed my mouth and then undid the belt. He rubbed my tender wrists and collapsed beside me, pulling me into his side.

  “That was intense.” I giggled and then kissed his mouth.

  “Mhm. I’ll have to tie you up more often.”

  “Or, maybe next time, I can tie you up?” I met his eyes, and even in the dark, I could see the flash as his eyes lit with a smile.

  “Anything you want, Ella. Anything you want.” He pulled me in close and kissed me. I smiled thinking of all the fun we were going to have.

  We lay there in each other’s arms until minutes later the lights came back on and he carried me up to the shower where our adventures continued.

  ***The End***

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  Broken

  Fall in love again? Are you kidding me?

  Women are toys in my world,

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  Innocent and Naïve,

  Once look and I am fucked.

  And then my daughter adores her too

  Seems like she’s gonna be the lucky lady

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  Chapter 1

  Maggie

  At the end of the school day, most of my friends got on a bus to go home. Some even walked or rode their bikes.

  Me? I took a limo.

  When I was younger
, you know, like a second grader, I was silly enough to be embarrassed by the limo. I knew my friends noticed it, and I didn’t want to stick out. But my mother sat me down and told me, “Maggie, you should never be ashamed of who you are, as long as it’s not hurting anyone.” She went on to explain that while it might seem unnecessary, using a limo actually gave Gregory, our chauffeur, a job, and that we should never be ashamed of using our money to help good people get jobs.

  “Just like your father and all his hotels,” she continued. “Sure, they’re extravagant, but he’s got thousands of people working for him, who love and depend on him. So the limo is a mark of pride, not something to be ashamed of.”

  She looked so pretty and wise and confident that I couldn’t help but agree, and happily rode home in the limousine every day after that. Even after she died. I was – and still am – really sad about it, of course, but I try to focus on remembering all the good things she’d said and we’d done together. She just wanted me to be happy. To be able to be Maggie Clifton, heiress of the Clifton Hotels, without being ashamed.

  So I was doing the best I could.