And then he lets go of my neck and crushes his lips on mine. There is no foreplay, no warning. He is here to take no prisoners. Our banter was the foreplay. The whole month we’ve been tiptoeing around each other was the foreplay. The offenses and forgiveness were our foreplay.
My arms snake under his and wrap around his back. My palms spread over his muscles, which move under my touch. I’m clutching him like a monkey while he’s fucking my mouth with his tongue. It’s not a kiss, it’s fucking. Teeth clashing, tongues assaulting. I’m sure I’ll have a bruise on my lips tomorrow.
And I’ll wear it with honor.
He suddenly lets go and flips me. I end up with my front pressed into the very same table I was going to restore while his pelvis is firmly pressed against my ass. His hand lands on the back of my neck and pushes me harder into the table, eliminating my ability to move.
Then I feel his hot breath on my ear, his front molding to my back.
“Now, Josie. Tell me to stop now.” His words scorch my skin, sending goosebumps. “Tell me to stop while I still can.”
“No,” I grit out, annoyed, angry that he’s still trying to escape but giving me the ability to decide. “Fuckin’ take it already, Sheriff, and stop giving yourself an escape plan.”
He pushes onto my neck harder, squishing my cheek into the wooden surface.
“Shut,” he licks the shell of my ear, “the fuck,” and bites, “up, Josephina.” He lets out a forceful sigh. “You’re going to fuckin’ take it now.” Another push on my head.
“I gave you an escape, but you didn’t take it. And now you’re mine.”
Bucking his pelvis into my ass, he presses his whole body on mine. It should be scary—a huge man on top of me, immobilizing my movements—but it’s not. It’s fucking hot. It’s hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
His hand never leaves my neck while his other hand lifts the bottom of my dress up. It moves over to my butt, caressing my skin.
A loud crack.
He just ripped my panties off!With one hand!
Enraged, I push away from the table—those were my favorite—but he pushes me back, not letting me get up.
A wave of heat rushes through my body.
His two fingers start moving along my ass crack and then to my wet folds. And wet they are. When he slips one finger inside, he clicks his tongue.
“You’re a very bad girl, Josephina, while you promised to be good,” he whispers into my ear.
Who the fuck knew that using my full name could be such an aphrodisiac, but when he says it, I’m ready to go. The muscles between my thighs spasm in anticipation and pain.
Another finger joins the first one and starts pumping. In and out, in and out, making me squirm as I wiggle my ass.
“Nah-ah.” He puts more force into his grip.
“Just fuckin’ do it,” I order through gritted teeth, barely able to control myself. He hasn’t done much but look into my deepest, darkest fantasy, deciding to bring it to life. That’s all it takes to make me a wiggling mess.
A loud slap echoes in the kitchen, making me freeze. I turn my head to the side to look at him. He just slapped my ass! Not like slightly, playfully, but slapped, sending the flesh of my ass cheek jiggling.
“Be very good, Josie, and I might reward you with something you’ve never felt.”
“I’ve had orgasms before,” I reply breathily, trying to rile him up even more.
He meets my stare with half-hooded eyes. “Not with me, you haven’t.” A smirk graces his lips, daring me to tell him to stop. “And you won’t forget it when I give you one.” He licks his lower lip while his eyes turn heavy. “If you deserve it.”
I narrow my eyes back, not recognizing the Sheriff Benson I’m used to, and stick my ass in the air even more. His quiet laugh is husky. It raises all the fine hairs over my body. Well, the ones that are left.
Letting go of my neck, he starts fidgeting with his zipper. I perk up and lift my body off the table, trying to get a peek at what’s down there. There is no way I’m missing Kenneth Benson’s cock, the eighth wonder I’ve been dreaming about.
When he notices my stare, he slows his movements and pulls the zipper down, making a show of it. The biggest dick I’ve ever seen springs free. Its girth will be challenging, I can tell. I might be able to work with the length, but that cock is huge.
Its head’s glistening with moisture, showcasing a wide, silver ring on the tip.Prince Albert. I’ve done my research, hoping he hadthat.
