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“You want to feel me tear your little pussy apart. You got it.”
Angelina shivered in anticipation.
Ben fisted a hand in her hair and yanked. His woman purred like a cat as he powered in an out of her. Her wetness dripped down his shaft, soaking his balls as he sank his length into her. She would wear his marks tomorrow. She would feel exactly where he had been. Every other man who saw her would know she was taken by the satisfied smile on her face.
The bed creaked in protest. Angelina couldn’t find it in her to care. Ben was hitting that spot. Her fingers curled into his arm as sensation whipped through every pore in her body. Angelina cried out when he hit the spot again.
“Right there,” she gasped.
“Yeah, honey. I can tell. You feel like heaven. I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel how much that slick little hole loves having my dick stroke it. Every single bastard for miles will hear you scream my name and know you are mine. No one will compare to your man.”
“Ben,” she screamed. Bright white spots clouded her vision. Clamping down on him, her thighs shook as she came hard.
“Fuck, Shorty. Watching you is so damn hot.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Her hot silky walls were rippling around him. It felt too good not to join her. Thrusting hard, the need grew until he drove balls deep and let go, filling her until his release ran down her thighs.
Angelina shivered as she murmured his name with every breath she took as she came down from their high.
Ben soaked in the sight of her, lost in the sensations they created. He knew he would never be the same. He would make sure she wasn’t either.
Slowly withdrawing, he watched their combined release slide from her body. Gathering it with his fingers, he pushed it back in. He had no idea if she was on birth control. They may have created a life. The thought had his cock chubbing, ready to go again.
Angelina was floating on a plane of lusciousness. She curled into Ben’s chest and closed her eyes. They could get on the same page tomorrow. She had a hard time remembering what she wanted to ask him anyway. A smile crossed her face when his arms wrapped around her. She was asleep before the blanket covered her.
“Love you, Angelina,” Ben told her sleeping form before closing his eyes and letting sleep claim him.
Chapter 16
Angelina woke with a start. Something was off. Reaching across the bed, she found a cold empty spot where a hot man should be. Ben was gone. The only light was the glow of the moon through the window. Sitting up, she grimaced. He was right, but a little soreness was a small price to pay for explosive orgasms. Yeah, that’s right—orgasms, as in plural.
His shirt was still on the floor. Sliding it over her head, she padded to the door. The urge to stop and listen was too strong to ignore. Pausing, she pressed her ear to the wood. There was nothing. Silence. Chastising herself, Angelina opened the door. A quick peek in Ben’s room revealed it was empty as well. He wasn’t in his bathroom or her bathroom.
“Maybe he got hungry.”
Walking down the stairs, she sighed in contentment. They still had some things to discuss, but she had a good feeling about them. Excitement bubbled inside her. There were worse things than going to bed with a man who could do all the things Ben could do. They were attracted to each other. That might be an understatement. The chemistry snapping between them demanded to be recognized, devoured, and cherished. It was a good start to build on.
At the bottom of the stairs, she saw the front door open a crack. It didn’t strike her as odd because there were many nights her father sat on the front porch. Some nights she curled up on the swing beside him. They talked about whatever was on their mind for hours.
Ben’s voice filtered through the night. The irritation was unmistakable. Angelina stopped. Who could he be talking to in the middle of the night? He said he didn’t have family. He wasn’t employed beyond what her father hired him to do.
Dread filled her stomach. There was only one explanation. Ben was married. It could be a girlfriend. Either way, she was the other woman. Lordy, how did this happen? Her shitty luck with men was rearing its ugly head once again.
Listening closely, she crept toward the door. With no noise to drown out his voice, she could hear everything.
“What do you mean you need me now?”
Angelina leaned against the wall beside the door.
“My job here isn’t done.”
Was he referring to her or the job her father hired him to do? She wished he was one of those people who used the speaker phone for every call. It would be nice to hear both sides of the conversation. Whoever was on the other end was probably begging him to come home.
What if he had kids? The thought doubled her over. She slept with a man who had a family out there that needed him. Not only was she the other woman, but he was a deadbeat dad. She could really pick them.
They hadn’t used protection. How could she have been stupid enough to forget? Quickly counting back the days, Angelina sighed in relief. It was the wrong time of the month. It wasn’t one hundred percent, but the odds were in her favor. At least she wouldn’t have to track him down to notify him he was going to have another kid.
To hell with that. If something happened, she would be raising this kid on her own. She made a good living. She could provide more stability and love than he could. Decision made, not that it was going to be an issue. She still had a few weeks before it would have been a possibility.
