Stop it!
Benny was her weakness.He knew exactly what she liked.What to say.How to touch her.She’d practically melted into him already.Her brain didn’t stand a chance.
“Say it, NeNe.Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what you need.”
One big hand slipped from her hip, thick fingers trailing down until he reached her core.His thumb somehow found that magical spot and began teasing.Tracing circles.Going round and round and round.Getting harder and faster until the pressure that had been building inside her was too much.She was going to explode.
Don’t say it.There’s no going back if you say it.
It didn’t matter they’d done this twice already.They both knew her giving him that trust again would change everything.
Benny’s fingers curled until he was cupping her.His thumb continuing to drive her insane as his teeth tugged on her lower lip.
“Say it,” he growled.
A whimper left her lips as his grip on her tightened.She couldn’t think.It was getting hard to breathe.
“Okay,” she panted.Okay?“You want me to say it?”She felt his chest vibrate.“Fine.Fine Benny, I’ll say it.”
The air charged.Her chest pounded.And her eyes opened.She wasn’t surprised to find Benny’s gaze on her.Dark with want.But she was surprised by how fiercely she wanted him back.It was all consuming.Unbearable.And really freaking scary.
No more fucking around.
“Do it,” she breathed.“Ruin me.”
Benny’s mouth took her in a singeing kiss.Taking her back in time to when he’d first allowed himself to lose control.Just the thought of it still made her body burn.It was another reminder that she’d not let go like this, either.Not since him.
Pulling back, her hands went to his face as she kept their mouths touching.“Make me feel it tomorrow,” she pleaded, no longer caring about the consequences.
She felt a rip, it was either her jeans or her panties, both of which were being dragged down her thigh’s moments later.Benny’s sweats were next to be pulled down, leaving him just as bare.And ready.
She found her eyes darting down and there was a strong possibility she licked her lips.Jesus.This man.When she met his gaze again, his eyes were just as wild as she was feeling.Only getting wilder as he kept them on her.He didn’t even glance down as he spit into his hand, using it to stroke himself.
“Turn around, B.Hands on the counter.”
Sliding off the counter and down his muscled body, she wasn’t just panting anymore; it was more like hyperventilating as he spun her and yanked her backward.She knew he didn’t need to spit again as he teased her entrance, she was dripping, but she heard him do it anyway.Because that’s how she liked it.
As he inched into her at a torturously slow pace, she knew deep down he’d already ruined her.Not today, not last week or the week before.He’d marked her a long time ago.And there was no scrubbing that mark off.
“Fuck,” they both groaned as he finally filled her.He stayed there, not moving.Making her feel impossibly full.Her body arched, her palms were sweating, and her hips bucked.She needed more.
“Benny,” she whined.“Please.”
The man laughed.A dark chuckle.She was going to kill him.
Right after this orgasm?
Yes.Right after the orgasm she was practically guaranteed as Benny started to move again, this time with punishing thrusts that had already blown two brain cells.
Priorities.
