Breathing in ragged gusts, Ben sat back on his heels and quickly reached for one of the foil packets. His hands shook as he sheathed his cock in the thin latex, before settling back over her and bracing his weight on one arm again. Then he gripped the heavy, rigid shaft, angling it away from his stomach. Shaking a drop of sweat from his brow, he rubbed the swollen head around her tender opening, getting himself wet, then slowly started to force his way inside, her sharp gasp making him clench his jaw. She was hot and slippery and tight as a fucking fist, and he wanted to slam himself inside her so badly he could taste it. But he had to make this good for her, damn it. Had to control his own primitive urges and make sure she was right there with him.
“You’re so wet,” he growled, watching her juices cream around his thick rod as he worked it in deeper, forcing his way past that deliciously tight resistance. “You’re fucking drenching me.”
“Sorry,” she said breathlessly, hands gripping his biceps in a death grip as he braced his weight on both arms.
“Don’t be. I love you like this. All juicy and shiny and slick.” He lifted his head, eyes locked with hers as he pulled out on a slow slide, and she cried out as he pushed back into her, her hips writhing as she tried to take him deeper.
“Feels incredible,” she moaned, her head tipping back as she closed her eyes. “I feel so full.”
Shit, she was completely undoing him. And she was about to get a hell of a lot fuller. “Take more of me,” he ground out, his body burning with heat, muscles coiled beneath his tight skin as he tried to hold still.
“I’m trying,” she panted, breathing hard. “But I can’t.”
“You can, baby. I know you can.”
She groaned, lifting her knees a little higher as she arched beneath him, and more of his thick flesh slipped inside, throbbing and hard. Gripping her jaw, Ben waited until she’d opened her eyes, before saying, “Now take another inch, Reese. I dare you.”
“You and your damn dares!” she shouted, suddenly laughing as she swatted at his chest.
“Look at you already beating on me. I knew you’d be a little hellion,” he teased, grinning, and just like that, she relaxed enough to take the next three inches of his cock. And oh, God, it was sweet. He’d never known anything like this, the white-hot, blistering lust wrapped up in this tender, unfamiliar emotional thing they had going. She was so goddamn plush inside, so cushiony and snug and wet, he felt like he was sinking his dick into some kind of sexual nirvana, the excitement he could see shimmering in her big blue eyes only intensifying the sensations.
Looking down, Ben watched as he gave her another slow, grinding thrust, his broad shaft stretching her wide. Time passed by in a provocative haze, his entire world narrowing down to this bed and the woman beneath him, his rolling hips working him in inch . . . by inch. Finally, he was packed up deep inside her, only the top two inches of his cock, where he was thickest, still visible. He wanted to grit his teeth and ram them in, feel her hot little cunt hugging every throbbing inch of him as he went balls-deep, but knew it would be too much. He’d already given her even more than he gave most of the women he slept with, and she was the tightest he’d ever had. No matter how good it would feel, he’d rather have his fucking balls crushed than hurt her.
Then she blinked up at him, her beautiful eyes glowing with passion as she whispered, “I love this.” And he fucking lost it.
The next thing Ben knew, he had his hands curled around her wrists. Tightening his grip, he lifted them over her head, pinning them against the pillows, and put his face close to hers. “I’m sorry,” he snarled, his hips already pulling back. Then he let go, burying himself in her tight pussy as hard and as fast as he could, his body hammering into hers again . . . and again. He gave her everything but those final inches, thankful for that last scrap of sanity that kept him from going too far. But she was screaming loud enough to wake the dead, and he hoped to God it was in pleasure, because he was bound by this driving rhythm, unable to pull out, to slow down. Then he felt her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, and Ben knew he was gone. With a hoarse, guttural roar on his lips, he started coming, the pleasure ripping down his fucking spine with such devastating force it nearly turned him inside out. He cursed and shuddered and blasted himself into her until everything went mindless and black, his lungs heaving as his arms gave out and he collapsed, crushing her beneath him.
For a long time he just lay there, wrecked, his mind completely blown. All he knew was the feel of the soft, lush body trapped beneath him, the most mouthwatering scent in the world filling his head with each of his deep, ragged breaths. And then reality slowly started to creep back into the edges of his consciousness, and he thought, Shit. He’d just completely lost control. Had taken her hard and rough. Even harder and rougher than he normally screwed, and it’d been their first time together. What the fuck had he been thinking?
He hadn’t. At least not with anything but his dick. And that always led to trouble.
Lifting his head, Ben tried to get his bearings, but his damn brain was still spinning. When he’d come, he’d gone into some kind of strange physical state, hyperaware of every wrenching pulse as his cum had blasted into the condom. He’d been riding pure sensation, heart pounding, head thrown back as he’d roared like an animal.
Then he’d lowered his head, staring back down into Reese’s hazy gaze, and the sensations had multiplied in an endless rush, until he’d blacked out like some kind of junkie. What the hell? The woman had turned him into a rutting madman, and with dawning horror, Ben realized he couldn’t recall her own climax. Son of a bitch! Had he missed it? He hoped to God he hadn’t left her hanging. All that intense build up, and he wasn’t even sure if he’d carried through on his talk. What a fucking prick!
“If you give me another chance,” he rasped, letting go of her wrists so that he could brace himself on his elbows, “I swear I can make it better for you.”
She covered her face with her hands, but he knew she was smiling. He could feel it, as if that lighthearted burst of emotion was his own. “Make it any better,” she said in a muffled voice, “and it might kill me.”
Despite the sickening weight of guilt still churning in his gut, Ben suddenly felt like smiling, too. “You liked it that rough?” he asked with surprise, taking her left hand and pressing it to the bed so that he could see her face. A precious, blushing face that made him want to kiss her again.
She lowered the other hand, her soft lips pressed together as she shook with laughter. “Do we really need to have this conversation?”
“’Fraid so,” he said huskily. “I can’t read your mind, honey.”
“Could have fooled me,” she drawled.
A slow smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, his chest tight with emotions he was doing his best to ignore. But there was no ignoring how good this moment felt. “God, I’ve wanted you under me for so damn long.”
She blinked up at him again, and her smile turned deliciously shy. “I never knew,” she whispered, tracing the shape of his brows with a delicate fingertip, before stroking the stubble on his jaw. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were another man’s wife,” he said, thinking that he’d never realized how sexy a blush on a woman’s cheeks could be before. Cute little freckled cheeks that he couldn’t resist touching with his mouth. “No matter how badly I wanted you,” he explained, brushing his lips across her smooth skin, “I wasn’t going to butt in where I didn’t belong.”
Her tone was wry. “Trust me. I didn’t belong in that marriage either.”
Drawing his head back, he caught her gaze. “I was hoping you’d figure that out. And when you did, I was planning on making an ass of myself.”
She looked curious. “And just how did you plan to do that?”
“By making sure you noticed me,” he admitted, loving the way she’d started running her fingertips down his back.
Quietly, she said, “I always noticed you, Ben.”<
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“Bullshit,” he snorted. “You hardly ever said more than two words to me.”
Her long hair slipped over the sheets as she tilted her head and shrugged. “Only because you scared me.”
A crease wedged itself between his brows. “I scared you?”
“Not in a bad way,” she explained, blue eyes dark and serious as she stared back at him. “You just . . . you made me feel things that I wasn’t comfortable feeling.”
A slow smile curved his mouth. “So you did notice me.”
“I even dreamed about you sometimes.” The admission was soft . . . and hesitant. “To be honest, I thought about you a lot, Mr. Hudson.”
“When?” he pressed, his heart starting to beat a little harder.
Her blush got deeper. “When did I think about you?”
“Yeah.”
A nervous laugh slipped past her lips. “I don’t remember.”
“Then I’ll help jog your memory,” he told her, reaching down to hold the condom in place as he carefully pulled out, loving the way her body fought to hold him inside. She winced a little as he moved onto his side, and he knew she had to be sore after the way he’d lost it. Turning so that he could toss the rubber into the small wastebasket beside the bed, Ben rolled back and braced himself on an elbow, his body pressed along the side of her smaller, delicate one. “You ever touch yourself while thinking about me?” he asked, resting his big hand across the soft swell of her belly.
Her eyes went a little wide as she gazed up at him. “I’m uh . . . not really comfortable talk—”
“I don’t care if you’re comfortable. I only care about making you feel good. About giving you what you need. So answer the question.”
Her disgruntled look was adorable. “How will my answer tell you what I need?”
Stroking his thumb across the sensitive skin just beneath her breast, he said, “If it’s a yes, then I want to know what you thought about. What you pictured in your mind. Moonlight and romance? Or me putting you against a door and giving it to you hard? Did I get my mouth on you? Tongue-fuck you? Cock-fuck you?” Propping his head on his hand, he grinned. “These are things I intend to find out.”
“Well, I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough to—”
“Stop stalling, beautiful, and just answer the damn question.”
“You’re so freaking bossy!” she huffed.
“When it comes to making you come, you’re damn right I am.”
“You have that part covered. Trust me.” She shifted a little, and her eyes went wide again when she felt his already hardening shaft pressed against her hip. “God, Ben. Is that normal?”
“Not usually.” It was a little embarrassing to feel the heat in his face, but she was looking at him like he was some kind of erection mutant. “It must be you.”
“Oh.” She pulled her lower lip through her teeth, and his cock started throbbing, as if he hadn’t just blown like a fucking volcano. “Do you want me to . . . ?”
His mouth twitched as he fought back a smile. “Do I want you to what?”
Her lashes lowered a little, shielding her gaze. “Um, you know.”
“Come on,” he coaxed, his tone teasing and soft. “Say it.”
“Why?”
He leaned down and nipped her chin. “Because I really want to hear you talking about my cock.”
She shoved at his shoulder, choking back an exasperated laugh. “Just answer the question! Do you want head or not?”
“Oh, I want it,” he replied in a husky rumble, catching her hand and pulling it down to his rigid hard-on. He’d expected her to be shy about touching him, but she wasn’t, his breath sucking in on a sharp gasp when she took hold and squeezed, her thumb rubbing a slow circle over the slick head.
With heavy-lidded eyes, Ben watched as she brought her thumb up to her mouth, licking away the drop of pre-cum he’d given her.
“Jesus,” he hissed, the erotic sight shredding his control. “You’re pushing me, Reese.”
“Good.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in that single word, a triumphant spark in her eyes that was sexy as hell.
Ben gave her a hard, dark stare, taking her measure. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
She smirked. “Bring it on, Sheriff.”
His eyes narrowed a little. “Then roll over and get your little ass in the air.”
Her own eyes went round. “What?”
“You heard me.” He let his fingers play in the tidy little triangle of damp curls at the top of her mound while he waited for her to make a move. When she just lay there, watching him, her breaths coming soft and fast, he smoothed his hand up over a perfectly shaped breast. Then he trapped her nipple between his finger and thumb with just the right amount of pressure. He wasn’t hurting her, but he definitely had her attention, her eyes dilating as a soft gasp fell from her lips. “Don’t make me tell you again,” he said with a husky edge of command.
“Fine. But I thought I was going down on you,” she grumbled under her breath, shifting over to her front the second he let go. Without even waiting for him to tell her, she pressed the side of her face into the bedding and lifted onto her knees.
Ben closed his eyes at the mouthwatering sight, then slowly opened them. “You’ll get your turn,” he growled, moving onto his knees behind her. “My dick is at the ready whenever you feel like sucking on it—but right now I want more of this.” He used his knees to spread hers a little wider and grabbed her hips, jerking her ass higher. Then he used his thumbs to spread her rosy cheeks, looking his fill. Her cunt was opened up like a juicy peach, her anus a tight little rosette that made him groan.
She gasped his name, trembling as he ran a thumb over the puckered entrance.
“Shh. Don’t panic. I just want you to get comfortable with me touching you here.”
Chill bumps raced over her skin, and her voice shook. “I d-don’t think that’s p-possible.”
“It’ll happen,” he assured her with a groaning laugh. He pushed in a little with his thumb, just testing her tightness, and bent down low near her ear. “One day soon, I’m going to take you here, Reese. I’m going to spread these round little ass cheeks, lube you up, and bury every inch of my cock into this tight little hole.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
He gave another gritty laugh, slipping his fingers down to her swollen, slippery folds. “And once I’m in this sweet ass to the hilt, I’m going to give you another dare.”
Her voice shivered with excitement. “Like wh-what?”
Pressing his lips to the back of her neck, he said, “I’ll dare you to fuck this deluxe little pussy with your favorite dildo. The bigger, the better.”
“Ohmygod! I don’t even have one of those!” she protested, her face turning pinker beneath the silky wisps of hair falling over her cheek.
“Really?” When she nodded, he nipped her shoulder. “Then we’ll have to go shopping first.”
Her laugh was muffled by the bedding as she buried her face in it. “No way!”
“Come on, sweetheart. We both know if I dare you, then you can’t say no. It’s your weakness,” he whispered, kissing the tender side of her throat as he kept up the slow thrust of his fingers in that slick sheath. “And I really want to see you fuck this tight little cunt while I’m fucking your ass. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”
Reese groaned with mortification, and he laughed, his breath warm against her ear as he nuzzled his nose against her hair. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” he told her.
Her voice was still muffled. “Who said I’m embarrassed?”
He gave another one of those deep, husky laughs as he pulled back, trailing a fingertip down the sensitive line of her spine. “You’re blushing over every inch of this beautiful skin.”
“Sorry,” she grumbled.
“Don’t be sorry, baby.” He pressed his lips to the base of her spine, the sweet kiss so at odds with the way he ran his thumbs down
the crease of her buttocks, then pulled them apart again, completely exposing her to his gaze as he kneeled behind her. She knew he was staring at her. Could feel the blistering heat of his gaze like a physical touch. “You’re beautiful, Reese. Especially here,” he rasped, rubbing his thumbs over her slick, puffy vulva. “And here,” he added, his voice a little rougher as he stroked his thumbs on either side of her anus.
She shivered, surprised by how much she enjoyed him touching her there. It was embarrassing, but she’d have been lying if she’d said it wasn’t hot as hell. He pressed one of his thumbs right over the puckered opening again, stroking it, and she wriggled her hips, heat rushing beneath her skin, no doubt turning her an even brighter shade of pink. But she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel . . . more . . . there.
“Ben?” she whispered with a thread of panic, wondering what the hell was happening to her.
“Stop thinking and just enjoy it,” he murmured in a low voice. And then, without any warning, she felt him shift behind her, and something wet and soft stroked right over that tight, sensitive flesh. Holychrist! She couldn’t believe he’d just . . . licked her. There! Something sharp and thick crawled up from her throat, the sound purely sexual and desperate, and he groaned, licking her again, before she felt the pressure of his thumb pushing in once more.
“Ben!” she breathed out, shaking, shivering, then pressing back, taking the tip of his thumb a little deeper as he lowered his head, that wicked tongue lapping her vulva, before pushing inside her . . . her pussy. He growled low in his throat, his mouth going at her a little harder, his thumb pressing a fraction deeper, and she couldn’t fight it. Another scorching orgasm slammed into her, knocking the breath from her lungs, her cries raw and violent as she pulsed around his clever tongue, drenching him. She got lost in the madness, barely aware of him moving, shifting, but it all crashed into a blinding focus when he slammed back into her, the stretching pressure of that massive shaft driving into her catching the last spasms of the orgasm and hurtling her into something that made her freaking claw at the sheets, it was so overwhelming and incredible.
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