Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“Yes, Benny,” she breathes against my mouth. I lick her upper lip and sigh with relief when she opens for me.
11
DAISY
I’m in his office sitting on a black leather couch, straddling his lap. His sweet kisses turn filthy and fog my brain. My skin feels fevered, my clothes rough and chafing. I want them off, want to wrap myself around Benny and ride him until everything that’s happened is wiped out of my mind.
I played with fire coming here, and I should’ve stayed away. He’d hate me if he knew why I ran, the secret I’ve kept from him.
Coming home was dangerous. This is downright self-destructive. The craving in my body roars for him, urges that were dormant, that I haven’t felt stir since the day I drove away from this town, blaze back to life.
I fumble getting his tie off, and he whips my t-shirt over my head. His arms go around me circling my bare back and he hugs me, his face pressed to my chest. I swear he feels like home, and I feel a tremor in his thick, strong arms. I stroke his hair. It’s dizzying, life flooding back into my body like I’ve been half-asleep all this time.
His big hands on my rib cage lift me to his mouth. Benny takes my nipple between his teeth and sucks hard, drawing on me, and I feel a pull of sensation that runs straight between my thighs. I clutch his head to me; I try to grind against his lap. I ride the high of his skilled caress on my sensitive nipples and the spike of joy that comes with knowing it’s Benny’s mouth on me, Benny’s long fingers dipping into the waistband of my shorts.
My entire body bows back, a snap of pleasure zapping down my chest into my belly. My head falls back. Only his arm around me, his hand down my shorts saves me from toppling onto the floor. He lifts me then, greedy for more of me, his mouth on my stomach, kisses down the line of my hip. My hands scrabble for his shoulders, hands full of his shirt as I grope him.
Benny turns us now, and I only know his mouth is gone from my skin and I make a petulant sound, needy. I’m on my knees on the couch, and he’s behind me. I look over my shoulder and he runs a hand down my spine over the curve of my ass. He jerks my shorts and panties down, and I am so far gone I can hardly help him get rid of them. I ache, a pulse beats between my legs frantic and rough. He engulfs me, wraps around me from behind, his mouth on my cheek and my neck.
“I’ve got you,” he says. One long finger traces my seam. I buck helplessly. “Hold on,” he says, and I grip the top of the couch, restless, and push my hips back.
His deft fingers tease through my wet folds, every touch earning him a moan or a whisper of encouragement.
He reaches around and cups my mound with his big, hot hand, giving me a tiny brush of his fingertip across my clit. The jolt of pleasure fills me and I try not to cry out. I bite my lips through the rush of ecstasy without screaming his name. My stomach muscles clench and I shake, wanting more but afraid of the intensity. My vision goes red at the edges from the possessive way he holds me. I want to melt, to collapse onto the couch beneath me. He moves down my body, and I feel paralyzed by desire.
I feel the heat of his mouth, the stiff tip of his tongue traces my slit. My legs shake and threaten to stop holding me up. A single long lick of his hot tongue strokes from my trembling channel to the stiff throbbing bud of my clit. The relentless slow lick makes me jerk like I’m electrocuted. I slap the wall with my open hand, hips rocking back for more.
He does it again and I make an animal sound. Benny Falconari is eating me out in his office, and that dirty thought alone is almost enough to make me come.
He's so good at this. He holds my thighs, massaging them. Stroking his thumb closer to the place where I’m so wet for him. The teasing caress is so intense, my response is stronger than any orgasm I’ve had since the day I left him. Everything else is a pale shadow of this, and I push back against his face, his fingers. I want to take and take, to come apart in his hands. I don’t think I can survive this, and I try to scramble away, my body pulsing and tingling, my pussy desperate to be filled by him.