Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
With languorous strokes, he licks me from back to front. I can feel my arousal dripping down the insides of my thighs, but I just don’t have it in me to care. His tongue feels too damn good. He adds his fingers back to the mix, hitting something deep inside me, building up the most delicious orgasm, and within seconds, I detonate around his fingers and tongue. My pussy clenches, my body trembles, but Ben doesn’t stop until I’m begging him to, telling him it’s too much and that it feels too good.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls, turning me around and crashing his mouth to mine. Our tongues mingle, and I taste myself on him. I just came, but the scent of me on him has me wanting more. My fingers find the buttons of his shirt, and with shaky hands, I undo each one until they’re all separated, and I can remove his shirt. Without breaking our kiss, I find the button to his pants next and pop it open, unzipping his fly.
As if the sound snaps him out of whatever trance he’s in, he breaks our kiss and shakes his head. “No, this is about you.”
“But—”
“Multiple orgasms,” he murmurs against my lips. “Now, how about while I work on making you come for a second time, you play with those pretty tits since I won’t be able to?”
Before I can argue, he lifts me onto the desk, spreads my legs, and then drops back onto his knees. He spreads my lips apart, and his tongue lands directly on my clit.
“Oh, God,” I breathe as my eyes roll to the ceiling. The vibration of Ben chuckling while he sucks on my clit sends sparks through my body, and I find myself doing as he asked—grabbing my breasts and rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
My climax is already on the precipice, and when he glances up and sees what I’m doing, his tongue still licking my clit, the heat in his gaze sends me over the edge. My elbows hit the desk, my eyes closing—black specks of pleasure blurring my vision—and if the music wasn’t thumping through the place, I’m positive everyone would hear me coming undone.
When I reopen my eyes, I find Ben standing over me with a satisfied smirk on his face. With his shirt off, I take a second to appreciate his body. I knew he worked out daily, but holy shit, he’s a sight. With a chiseled chest and rock-hard abs, I mentally pout that I won’t get the chance to explore every inch of him more closely.
“I say we go for one more,” he deadpans, his eyes trailing my body as if trying to decide how to accomplish the task.
“Only if it’s with your dick inside me.”
“Not tonight. You’ve had too much to drink.”
“Yes, tonight,” I argue, refusing to accept what he’s saying. I’m a grown-ass woman and capable of making my own decisions.
I grab his pants and pull him toward me. “I need you to fuck me right now,” I demand, yanking his hard as steel dick out of its confines. There’s no way I’m ending this night, this one time with Ben, without him fucking me.
I stroke his shaft a few times before he groans and gives in, grabbing my ankles and yanking me to the edge of the desk. In one hard thrust, he enters me and bottoms out, making us both groan.
“Wrap those gorgeous legs around me,” he growls, his palms smacking against the wood on either side of me. I do what he says just in time because, in the next second, he’s fucking me fast and deep, and had my legs not been linked together, holding me to him, the force of his thrust would’ve damn near sent me flying.
My arms snake around his neck, my nails digging into his back as our mouths connect once again. Ben kisses the way he fucks—passionately and thoroughly, giving me every ounce of himself.
All too soon, a climax I’m not sure I’m capable of experiencing pushes to the surface, and with one final drive into me, I’m soaring high with Ben following.
As I come down from my orgasm, I know I’ll never be able to be with Ben again. Three mind-blowing orgasms and I’m already addicted. There’s no way we’re ever doing this again.
No strings, my ass. He might be able to keep things stringless, but I have no doubt if I have another night like tonight, I’ll be asking him to marry me and make me come every damn day for the rest of my life.
Chapter Tewlve
Benjamin
For the third day in a row, I step into the empty gym. No Savannah on the treadmill, wearing her cheesy-ass shirts, drinking her coffee while eating her crap food. On Saturday, before I went for my run, I stopped in during her usual workout time to see her, only to find the place empty. I chalked it up to her wanting to sleep in. We were out late, and she did have a good amount to drink. Later that day, after Brody got back from his mom’s, he texted her asking if she wanted to go bowling with us, but she said she wasn’t feeling well.