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“That’s it,” he growls, when my body begins to vibrate
How can I fight against pleasure like this?
It grows inside until every single part of me is buzzing, and suddenly I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been thinking about Bennet ever since I went to bed, dreaming about what it would be like to sneak across the corridor and come in here…
I didn’t think I would have the courage, but then he called out to me. Now my dreams are becoming a reality. Not just the stuff about family and a future.
The steamy dreams, the fantasies which have attacked me all evening and deep into the night.
I gasp and collapse back, my hips pumping as he fingers me harder and more possessively, his snarls bouncing around my head, almost as though he’s taking as much pleasure from this as I am.
My pussy quivers around his finger, as he holds himself up with one hand, his bare torso brushing against my body.
I try to scream, but all that comes out is a stifled cry.
Hips twitching, body scorching, the orgasm flows out of me with the force of a tidal wave, crashing into me over and over.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasp, finally finding my voice.
He pushes deeper into me, his finger buried against that unbearable spot within, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit. He finds my lips again, but it’s too much, our teeth click together amidst the passion.
Once the orgasm passes, I blink my eyes open. I didn’t even realize they were closed.
Maybe I was shutting them against the fact of our disloyalty, a way to pretend what we’re doing isn’t one of the worst things I’ve ever done.
But how can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong?
My man rears back, removes his hand, and stares down at me. His silver hair is sweaty and messy, his lips twisted into an unreadable expression. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
His voice is gravelly. I can tell it takes a massive effort for him to even ask the question. His entire body is tense, his muscles throbbing tautly.
I should tell him no. I should tell him we have to wait.
But at the very thought, my womb cries out, screaming at me not to waste this chance. His rock hard cock is right there, my womb snaps. His seed is so close, and my body riots at the thought of not taking it.
The primal roar grows, even more, becomes even louder until it’s all I can think about. It deafens me to everything else.
Nerves sputter beneath the surface, but they’re buried beneath all the pleasure and I find I don’t have to be captive to them.
“Yes.” I bite my lip, wriggling against him. “I want it so freaking bad.”
The corners of his lips twitch in a smirk, his eyes flaring like blue flames. “Good fucking girl.”
He stands and stares down at me, reaching down for the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Get naked, baby. Now.”
My hands spur into action at the commanding tone in his voice. Reaching down for my shorts and panties – all twisted around my hips – I never take my gaze from him.
He pulls down his boxers, freeing his massive dick.
It springs forward, bigger than I ever could have imagined, a solid rod that bobs up and down with its heaviness. His swollen tip glistens with a spot of precome, making me want to touch it, stroke my hand up and down, and make his whole length shine with it.
Tearing off my shorts and tank top, I sit up, instinct telling me what to do.
But at the last moment hesitation strikes me.
“Rory,” he snarls, steps forward, and stares down into my eyes. “You don’t have to be nervous—”
He cuts off when I dart my hand out and grip onto his shaft. His breaths come in a guttural roar when I begin to stroke him, from his root to his tip. His precome is hot against my palm, making him slick as I stroke back toward his base.
“Am I doing it right?” I whisper.
He groans. “More than… right. Fuck.”
“Can I…”
I cut off again, wondering if I’m going to sound like an idiot. Maybe the nerves are more powerful than I gave them credit for. My belly churns and I imagine him laughing at me.
But he wouldn’t. I know that. My mind is just playing cruel games.
“What?” he growls.
“Put it… in my mouth?”
“Oh, you horny virgin…” He reaches down and softly threads his fingers through my hair, tenderly holding my head. “Do you want me to help you?”
I nod gratefully, my core giving a pulse, tingles dancing across my scalp from the ends of his fingertips. “Yes, yes please.”
He chuckles gruffly. “So polite. Open your mouth, Rory. Open it wide. And then suck the end and go down as far as you can. Stroke my shaft at the same time. Can you do that for me, baby?”
