Chapter 20. A Thank You Gift

Mr. Benson was struggling to keep his hands behind his head, and he begged me to keep going.

"Fuck! Fuck! Ffffffucccccck!"He kept cursing. I didn't understand why he would curse so much. I glared at him, but he had his eyes closed so that he did not see me giving him a black look. I kept going.

"Just like that, baby...Ahhhh." Mister Benson must have thought I was his wife that he even called me baby.

"Don't stop, don't stop..." He begged, hands almost extending to reach out to me just to pull them back again, clenching his fist. Then pulling his hair. Grabbing the sheet. He must have done everything to keep his hands busy and never touch me.

"Fuck!!!! Baby... Please, Lucy, honey, make me cum….” His hips were starting to bounce at me, at my face at a faster speed and motion. His butt almost elevated from the bed. Only his hands were leaning to support his body weight. It must have also been one of his ways to have control of his hands, keeping himself away f