He released one hip to tear down his shorts then pressed forward, his hard flesh sliding along my slit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, tying him to me, and raised my hips to meet his.
Reaching between us, he pinched my outer lips around his cock, giving him a tight glove to thrust into. He rutted against me, hitting my clit, my cleft, grunting hard as he stared down at me.
“Can I come on you, baby?” he asked, breathless.
“Please.” I tipped my chin back and sighed. “I want to see this time.”
With a jerk, he straightened and shoved my thighs toward my chest, exposing me to his view. He took his angry red cock in hand and stared at my pussy, his tongue traveling along his bottom lip. Then he let go of my leg to spread me even wider with his fingers, his hand moving faster, jerking himself roughly, desperately.
I bit my bottom lip, and his eyes locked on the movement, focusing on my mouth as the first hot spurt landed on my stomach. He fell forward, one hand bracing on the arm of the chair as he came, coating me with splatter after splatter. Ben shook and jerked, his fingers flexing on the armrest.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Fuck, that was so good.”
“So good,” I agreed, reaching for his face. Watching Ben come might’ve been my new favorite pastime. He looked like his soul had been ripped from his body and stuffed back in sideways, all out of sorts and utterly depleted.
I looked down at the mess he’d made of me and laughed. “I’m going to have to go back to work after this, though I’m not sure how.”
He shot me a lazy grin. “My baby can do anything. I have no worries you can go back to work and act like an absolute pro.”
He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose then pushed up, tucking his spent cock back in his shorts. “I’m going to get you cleaned up and feed you since you already fed me so well.”
I caught his hand before he could walk away. “I like you, Ben Wells.”
He shook his head. “You can’t say things like that to me while you’re covered in my cum, looking all sexy and pretty—not when I can’t fuck you.”
“Just telling the truth.”
He sighed and bent down, brushing a kiss on my lips. “Like you too, Mazzy Belle—and it has nothing to do with you being covered in my cum. That’s a bonus.”
I grabbed the back of his neck and stole another kiss. “You have a way with words.”
“Only with you.”
“We’re probably supposed to be talking about what happened at Miranda’s office.”
He rolled his forehead along mine. “I’m happy with the outcome. You?”
I took a beat then nodded. “I’m a little mad about the money, but yeah, I’m happy.”
“That’s all that matters.” He touched his lips to mine. “Now, stop distracting me and let me do my job. My baby needs lunch, and I’m gonna give it to her.”
“Okay.” I held my hands up. “I won’t distract you.”
He stood over me, his hands on his hips, and shook his head. “You just breathe and I’m distracted.”
“Sorry,” I whispered, rolling my lips over my teeth.
He wagged his finger at me. “No you’re not.”
Then he wandered away, muttering, “Little vixen,” and I laughed to myself. If this was how our first date was going to go, dating Ben was going to be a whole lot of fun.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Ben
Iwasdiggingthehell out of dating Mazzy. She probably thought I was easy, and hell, around her, I was—and always would be. Especially now that I could smack my lips and taste her with the clear mental snapshot of her pretty pussy in my head.
It was all her fault I was sitting across from her, my dick wide awake and twitchy, while she ate her sandwich. She didn’t have to be so sexy, did she? She chose that life, and she had to deal with the consequences: namely me, needing to eat her out at every opportunity.
