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Family Man - F!Courier/Benny - 3/4

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He runs his hands down, pulling the furs off her chest. She's braless underneath, though he didn't expect any different. He squeezes her breasts, pinching her nipples, revelling in her low moans.

"Sorry, Ben-man, I just don't think you've got it in you."

He chuckles into her neck, dragging his lips down to latch onto her breast. "Baby, you know damn well I've got it in me. A fella like me, you'd be lucky to have another one growing inside you. And you and me, we could make some sweet music together."

"Mmm...perhaps." She arches again, and he bites down gently on her nipple, rolling it between his teeth. "Poor kid, though. Don't know if he could handle the shame if he ever found out it was you who - ah!"

She's cut off as he bites down harder, his hands trailing down her sides to tug at her waistband. She nearly naked now, but nearly isn't good enough. She breathes out with his name on her lips, and his cock twitches in his pants.

He pulls off her underwear and leans back, letting her undress him. In their nakedness he holds her, just for a moment, and there's a sick kind of tenderness in the way her hands trace the scars on his back, in the way he kisses all around the bullet marks on her head. Then, it's back in the game, with her nails raking down his skin and his hands knotted in her hair.

Benny leans over her, pressing their bodies together, trailing kisses and bites down her neck. He works a hand down between them and takes hold of his cock, rubbing the head against her thigh. She shudders and moves against him, and he catches the lobe of her ear in his teeth.

"You want it, don't you?" he murmurs. "Something in you just can't help it. You want me to knock you up. You want to get all big and heavy with my kid, don't ya? Said it before and I'll say it again, but those bullets must've hit you for a loop, kitten." With his free hand he reaches up, grabs her breast hard. "Bet you'd look real ring-a-ding with all the growing your charlies would have to do, doll. Bet you'd love me to bury my face in them when you're getting big; bet you'd get so damn worked up with all those whacked out hormones chinging round..."

He's hard, and his movements trail precum over her skin. She presses up against him, needy and hot, and Benny guides his cock over her sex. She's quivering, practically whining underneath him, and there's this funny kind of thrill that comes from knowing he gets to see her like this.

He eases into her, slow like, letting her feel every inch and ridge of him. She mumbles things like, "Benny, you bastard," and "one of these days I'm gonna put a bullet between your eyes" and "deeper, harder". Pulling back, he pauses, waiting until her eyes open, until she grabs him by the hips and -

She pulls him back in, thrusting her hips up against him. He's on his back before he really knows what is happening, and her breasts and warm and heavy over his face as she pushes herself back along his cock. He grabs her ass, forcing her to take him deeper, bucking up to give her what she's begging for in whispers and moans, under her breath. He angles his hips, finding the spot he knows makes her crazy and hits it, hard. Her eyes roll back and she weakens, and he seizes the chance to flip her down, to mount her, to ride her into the ground.

"Benny-y-y," she says, and it comes out like that, in three parts. There's a thin layer of sweat between her breasts and he leans down, running his tongue along her skin to lick it up. She raises her chest to meet him, and for an instant he's lost between the creamy fullness of her. They know each other's bodies and rhythms way, way too well for a pair of cats who should be enemies, but he can't help this. He loves this. Somedays, he thinks maybe he loves her. Enough to make him think of having a place of their own, of watching her start eating for two and starting to show, of holding her hand, watching her bring his kid into the world. It's in his grasp, almost in his grasp, so close he can practically -