Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I shove my hands into the loosened denim and beneath his underwear, gripping Ben’s bare ass in my palms, dimpling the flesh with my nails. When he hisses, rubbing his erection on me, I feel powerful. Like I’ve got this amazing man in the palm of my hands . . . both literally and figuratively.
He creates space between us, snaking a hand beneath me to undo my bra and then making quick work of my much more reasonable zipper. I wiggle, ripping my bra off and tossing it away and trying to get my shorts off. Ben heaves himself up to stand beside the bed and snatches my shorts and panties down my legs, leaving me bare before him.
Normally, I’d feel shy about being nude in broad daylight, spread eagle on a bed, but the hunger in Ben’s eyes makes me feel beautiful. And when he shoves his jeans off, and I can see exactly the effect I have on him, I have no doubt.
I am sexy. Desirable. Passion-filled.
Ben squeezes the base of his length and grits out, “I’m clean. But I have condoms.”
I can’t look away from where his hand is stroking up and down, but I manage to whisper, “Birth control. Clean.” And then I swallow thickly before letting what I want to say pass through my lips. “Fuck me, Ben.”
I have never uttered anything remotely similar to that before. Ever. Never even wanted to. I’ve even laughed at movies where the heroine was so crudely blunt.
I never will again.
Because it’s exactly what I want, and Ben keeps telling me that he’ll give me that; I only need to ask for it. He wants to know, wants to give it to me. And I don’t want sweet, soft lovemaking. For the first time in my life, I want to be fucked, and I have faith that Ben can do that.
He groans low in his chest, and I desperately want to feel the vibration against my skin, but he’s so far away. And then suddenly, he’s not. In a blink, his hands circle my ankles and he yanks me to the edge of the bed, bringing my legs up to rest on his shoulders. He bends down, folding me in half like an Auntie Anne’s mall pretzel as his eyes search mine.
I can feel him at my entrance, feel every slick inch stretch me as he fills me. Finally.
God, it feels so good. He feels so good. Except it’s not enough. I need him to move. My hips thrash to create a rhythm, and Ben meets me, his hips pistoning as he slams into me over and over.
“Harder,” I beg.
“Jesus, Hope,” he hisses. But he curls over me, slipping his arms beneath me to use my shoulders as leverage, keeping me impaled on him for deep, long strokes that make my whole body tremble.
It’s everything I hoped it would be. Deeper, rougher, louder, and probably some other -er words I can’t find in my brain because it’s buzzing like I’m drunk again. But it’s all Ben.
I’m drunk on him, on what he does to my body. On the pleasure he’s showing me I’m capable of.
My hands scrabble to find something to grab, and I settle on the comforter beneath me, clutching it in my fists as Ben fucks me. I can’t move with the way his weight rests on the backs of my thighs and my upper body is caught in his grip, so I take it. Take the onslaught of him showing me what I’ve been missing my whole life.
I thought people were exaggerating when they talked about the sweaty, intense, amazing sex they had. But they weren’t. It’s just that I was doing it wrong, or with the wrong person. It’s so much more than I dreamed it could be.
“You feel so good wrapped around me,” Ben grunts in my ear, each syllable punctuated with a thrust.
He rears up, putting space between us but using his forearm to keep my legs pinned up by my ears. One side of his mouth curls into a sexy smile as his eyes trace over my body, down my sternum to my belly button, and then lower, where he watches the point where we’re joined. “You’re taking me so good. So fucking sexy,” he moans. “That’s my good girl.”
A shiver of delight washes through me at his words, and I squeeze him with my internal muscles. His breath hitches, and a new sense of power surges inside me. I do it again, timing it with his thrusts, and Ben loses his mind. There’s no other way to describe it.
He pounds into me so hard that the sounds of our skin slapping together fill the room. He drools a bit of saliva onto my clit and then follows it with his fingers, brushing them back and forth so fast that it feels like I’m vibrating, not only at the surface, but deep inside, somewhere behind the little bundle of nerves. And his eyes glaze over as he stares deep into my eyes, grimacing as he takes us both higher and higher.