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“Someone will hear,” I protest. A weak protest, but one all the same.
“No, they won’t; you left that fuckin’ noise blaring,” he says, pushing his shorts down as I hold on to his neck, pinned between him and the wall. I can feel the heat of him already.
“It’s music,” I say in protest. I don’t know why I can’t just let it go. The faster this happens, the faster I’ll come, and I can go along with my day.
“No, it’s not.”
“It’s Taylor Swift,” I say, but my voice is breathy as he lines himself up with me, dragging the head of his cock through my wetness.
“It’s shit,” he says, but it sounds as half-assed as my own argument.
“I can’t stand you.” The words are a moan as he slips in a single inch and then pauses.
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to stand for what I’m about to do to you.” And then he slams into me, filling me in a way I’ve only felt once before, but even then, it was right and amazing. The heated metal grazes every nerve ending, brushing swollen tissues that are almost sore from last night, and Imoanat the feeling. “Fuck, sweet girl. So fucking wet. Is that my cum from last night? Just like I said, trying to run from my bed, my cum still leaking from you.”
“I hate how good you feel in me,” I say, the words tumbling in a train of thought that’s gone off the rails. He laughs, the vibrations chafing my nipples under my tee.
“Back at you, babe.” Then he draws his hips back, sliding out before he slams in again, so fucking good. “Think this pussy was made for me. Think you and this body were made for me to fucking destroy. If I get my way, Lola, I’ll destroy you every fucking day.”
“Good luck,” I say with a moan.
“Still fighting me. Full of my cock, moaning for me, writhing because you’re already close to the edge, and you’re still fucking fighting with me. Where’s my sweet girl, Lola?”
“Fuck you,” I spit at him but tilt my hips to take him deeper. He smiles that smile, the one that both makes my belly warm and my blood boil, before a hand moves from my hip to under my shirt, grazing the skin on my belly and trailing up to my breast, cupping it in large hands.
“These are fucking perfect,” he says, rolling a nipple between two fingers. I moan at the feeling, then groan deeper as he tugs on the tender flesh. “I should get Hat to put a ring here, tug on it while I fuck you.” My eyes move to his own piercing there.
The thought flares a heat in me unexpectedly, and my hand moves from his neck down, claiming it as my own as my fingers grab the barbell and tug. His mouth pulls my lip into his mouth with a groan before he pinches my nipple hard. I shriek into his mouth, but he slams into me harder, using those fingers to roll pleasure back into the bruised area.
“You wanna play that, I’m more than happy to, baby. I’ll make you ache in a way you never fucking imagined.” His words send images past my eyes, thoughts into my mind. Thoughts that I would never have considered until this gruff man came into my life.
I shift my hips, needing more.
I’m close.
“Do you want to come, sweet girl?” he says, his words a growl that has me clenching around him.
I do.
I do really fucking bad.
“Yes,” I breathe, a quiet acceptance that he has this control over me, this control over my body. He thrusts in again, pushing me against the wall and holding me there, cock throbbing in me.
“Yes, what?”
I know what he wants me to say.
And I also know somehow that if I say it, I’m accepting this. I’m accepting his control over me. I’m admitting that there is this crazy chemistry between us that neither of us can resist.
“Yes, what, sweet girl? Say it and I’ll make you come right here on my cock.”
But then again, haven’t I already admitted it? I’m pinned to the wall in my bakery, his cock so deep in me it’s near bruising, wearing last night’s clothes after the man saved me the night before.
And with that realization, I accept my fate and give Ben what he wants.
Something I never in a million years would have ever done, but here with him, it just feels . . . right.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper in his ear, and the groan that leaves his chest is worth every moment of doubt before I said it.
