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Wild Hearts

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Summary You’re Benny’s girl, wild and free, taking the road wherever it leads. This time, it’s a secluded lake house cabin, tucked away from the world, just you and he, lost to each other in this hidden slice of nowhere.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Bennys girl• Benny adoring • wild couple • adventurous couple• any where anytime• skinny dipping in a lake• sex outdoors • intuitive couple •sweet talk • praising • size kink•deep p in v• simultaneous orgasms

📖 Proofreaders @purejasmine ✨Inspired by hands pinned in the grass pic 🫠 🗳️ Based on Unanimous 🔗 Poll Decision 🏆

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Wild Hearts

The sun is just creeping over the horizon, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges, when Benny Cross your Benny, rolls up on his Harley, the engine growling low and steady.

He looks like something out of a dream, all sharp jawline and tousled hair, his leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders just right. That slight curve of his lips as he grins at you, his voice like honey over gravel. “Darlin’, you ready for this? Got the lake house waitin’ on us.”

You can’t help but beam at him, your heart doing that little flip it always does when he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “Born ready, Benny,” you tease, tossing your bag over your shoulder.

You can tell he’s spent the morning stocking up with everything you’ll need for a weekend getaway. The saddlebags on his Harley are stuffed with cold beers, a bottle of whiskey, and enough food and snacks to last a week, though you both know you’ll be too wrapped up in each other to care about anything else.

The ride out is pure freedom as you cling to his waist, the wind whipping through your hair as the Harley roars beneath you, Benny’s strong frame as steady as ever. His scent of leather, smoke, and that faint hint of engine grease mixes with the crisp air, and you press your cheek against his back, feeling the rumble of the bike and the heat of him all at once. “You holdin’ on tight back there, sugar?” he calls over his shoulder, his voice carrying that playful edge you adore.

“Always Benny!,” you shout back, laughing as he guns it just a little faster, making your stomach drop in the best way.

When you pull up to the lake house, it’s even better than you pictured. A cozy little cabin with a weathered wood swing, wide-open windows letting in the breeze off the water, and a single bedroom that promises lazy mornings tangled up in each others arms.

The place smells like pine and summer, homely and warm, and Benny wastes no time hauling in the supplies. “Gonna take care of my girl this weekend,” he says, winking as he sets the whiskey on the counter. “No distractions, just you and me.”

You spend the day settling in cracking open beers, lounging on the porch, trading flirty glances that have your pulse racing.

By the time the sun dips low, casting a golden glow over the lake, you’re both drunk from the alcohol and the easy vibe between you. “C’mon, darlin’,” Benny says, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the dock. “Let’s make this night somethin’ to remember.”

The wooden dock creaks under your feet as you sit side by side, legs dangling over the edge, the water lapping softly below. The whiskey bottle passes between you, and soon enough, you’re giggling, head spinning as Benny’s arm slips around your waist. “Goddamn, you’re s’beautiful,” he murmurs, his accent thicker with liquor, his blue eyes catching the last of the light. “Luckiest man alive, sittin’ here with you.”

You nudge him playfully. “Flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself handsome.” you tease, and he stands up, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and before you can say a word, he peels off his shirt. The sight of him with those tight-strung abs, and the firm curve of his biceps hits you like a punch. He’s all lean muscle and tanned skin, every inch of him screaming trouble and temptation.

“Benny…” you start, but he’s already kicking off his boots, unzipping his jeans with a grin that makes your breath catch. “What’re you doin’?” you laugh, though you know damn well.

“Goin’ for a swim, sugar!” he hollers, and with one swift move, he shucks everything off and leaps naked into the lake.

His shout of pure, wild excitement echoes across the water, loud and free as he splashes in, and you can’t stop laughing as he resurfaces, shaking the wet hair out of his face. “C’mon, darlin’, don’t leave me hangin’!”

You stand, the whiskey pulsing in your veins as you tug your top over your head, letting it drop to the dock.

“You’re crazy, Benny Cross!” you shout, shimmying out of your shorts and kicking them aside. His eyes darken as he watches you while he treads in the water, and you feel a thrill at how he drinks you in, like you’re a goddess he’ll never tire of worshiping.

“Crazy ‘bout you,” he shoots back, his voice low and husky, and with a squeal, you jump in after him, the cool water a shock against your skin before it turns euphoric.

You swim toward each other, bodies brushing under the surface, his strong hands grazing your sides, your legs tangling with his. The water ripples around you, alive with every move, and he pulls you closer, his hands sliding over your wet skin.

“Benny,” you breathe, and his lips are on yours, hot and hungry despite the chill of the lake.

The kiss is messy, and desperate, tasting of whiskey and want, and you cling to him, weightless in the water. His hands roam your back, pulling you tighter, and you feel the hard planes of his body pressed against yours, slick and warm even in the cool night.

He breaks away just long enough to whisper, “Let’s get you out of this water, baby,” and he guides you to the bank, bringing you up onto the grassy edge with him like you weigh nothing. The air feels warm against your soaked skin as you lay down beside him giggling, the sound echoing into the night.

Droplets slide down his chest, and his hair drips as he props himself on his elbow, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his touch so tender it makes your heart ache.

“Every time I look at you, I can’t believe you’re mine,” he says under his breath, his finger tracing along your cheek, and he leans in, kissing you slow and deep, savoring every second of tasting you.

The grass is soft beneath you as he settles on top, the warm night wrapping around you both, feeling the heat of him, as the weight of him, grounds you.

“Benny,” you whisper, your hands sliding up into his damp hair. “I love you,” the words slip out easy and true, and his answering groan hums against your chest as he kisses you again.

Your bodies press together warm and wet as the kiss grows heavier, needier, your fingers tangling into his hair as his rough hands caress your sides.

“Never gonna get enough of you,” he rasps, his breath warm against your neck as he kisses along your jaw. “My girl, my everything.” He says and your heart swells as you pull him back to your lips, lost in him, the taste of him, the feel of him, the love he gives that burns so bright it could light up the whole damn lake.

As he breaks the kiss, you look up at his handsome face, the depths of his blue eyes shimmering like the stars above, and your body immediately softens beneath him.

His calloused fingertips glide between your thighs, brushing your clit in teasing circles before pushing them deep inside.

He works you open with slow, knowing strokes until you whimper, your body growing heavier from his touch.

“C’mon, sugar,” he whispers, pulling his fingers away, and he grips his cock, the tip pressing against your slick heat. “Let me feel all of you,” he breathes, his voice rough with longing.

You nod, gazing into his eyes and he parts you with a slow, steady push, guiding himself deeper until he fills you completely. The stretch and the depth hit you both at once, your sounds of pleasure, mingling in the still night air.

“Goddamn, you feel s’good,” he praises, his forehead dropping, his breath ragged. He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust driven with a possessive grind, marking you as his on every stroke.

“Benny—oh God,” you manage, staring up into his eyes, losing yourself in the storm of them, blue and wild and so damn intense it feels like he can see right through you. “Don’t stop,” you plead, and his eyes light up full of need.

“Couldn’t stop if I tried sugar,” he promises, his voice rough with restraint as he picks up the pace, the slap of skin on skin blending with the soft lapping of the lake.

Your lips part in soft, desperate moans as his thrusts hit just right, and he groans, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. His rough palms slide up your wrists, pinning your hands in the grass as he drives deeper making you feel every inch of him as you surrender to this wildfire passion.

The pressure builds low in your belly, sharp and hot, and you arch into him, chasing it. His biceps flex as he holds you down, damp hair falling into his face as he thrusts, but his blue eyes never leave yours, drinking you in like your a vision. “S’damn pretty… so perfect like this,” he rasps, his thrusts growing urgent, erratic.

“Benny, I—” Your words dissolve into a moan as he hits the spot, relentlessly, repeatedly his body glistening in the moonlight on every thrust. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper, and he groans, loud and unrestrained, the sound echoing off the trees. “Benny, I’m so close,” you whisper, your voice trembling, and he nods, eyes blazing.

“Same time,” he pants, and his hands tighten on your wrists, his thrusts pounding harder, deeper, your walls flutter around him as the tension snaps in a white-hot rush. You come beneath him, a cry tearing from your throat, and he follows right after, shuddering as he buries himself deep, spilling into you with a broken groan.

Your hands clench into fists under his grasp, your core pulsing around his cock until he stills, leaving you both trembling and breathless.

He lies on you, warm and heavy, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, your breaths slowing as he releases your wrists and interlaces his fingers with your hands.

You look over at him, still dizzy, your body throbbing where you’re pressed together, satisfied on the grass.

“I love you, Benny Cross,” you confess, your voice sure and sweet, cutting through the haze.

“I love you more, my wild girl,” he smiles, his voice soft and adoring as his eyes gaze into yours, warm and steady. “Always will.“ He says bringing you into his arms, the night wrapping around you both like a blanket as you stargaze listening to the lake whisper its quiet song nearby.

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