I wanted to ask more, but had missed the feeling of his lips on mine too much to break the kiss. A growl tore from histhroat when I deepened the kiss, and his hand fisted my hair. He yanked my head back and dropped his teeth into my neck.
I squeaked when he nipped hard enough to sting, but didn’t pull away. He was ravenous, like a wild animal, as he tore at my shirt and mumbled indiscernible words against my skin.
“I need you.” He groaned and pushed me back onto the bed. He stared down at my torn shirt and messy hair with frantic eyes.
“You can have me.” I whispered and slid to my knees. He sucked in a shaky breath and let his head fall backwards when I reached for his buckle. I wasn’t surprised to find him already hard as I slid one hand up the front of his slacks to join the other at the belt. I worked quickly to release him and smiled at the noises he made when I slid his pants and boxers down his legs. I grasped his cock with one hand in a tight grip and lightly licked the drop of precum that had formed on the tip.
His hips jerked forward, and I giggled. He scowled down at me.
“Don’t fucking tease.” He growled and fisted my hair again.
I loved it when he took charge and gave a content sigh when he slapped my hand away from him and took his length into his own hand for a few harsh tugs. I watched him run his large hand up and down himself and licked my lips.
“You want it?” He swiped the tip across my lips and left a tiny trail of cum on them. “Beg for it.” He rumbled.
Despite having just had sex a few hours before, I felt my panties get wet at his words.
“Please Ben.” I moaned, desperation leaking into my voice as my core heated up. “Fuck my mouth and then fuck me.”
He tapped the tip against my pouty lips, and I moaned as he slid into my mouth slowly. He released himself and cupped my cheek gently when his tip hit the back of my throat. I blinked up at him as my eyes welled with tears and found his face had relaxed, and there was warmth in his eyes.
“Good girl.” He murmured and stroked my cheek once with his thumb. “Ready?”
I nodded around his length and moaned. The vibrations caused him to growl, and he used both hands to fist my hair. I tried to relax my throat and dropped my jaw a little more in preparation for what was about to happen.
Ben fucked like a god. A malevolent god—but a god, nonetheless.
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An hour later, we were both sprawled on the bed in a sweaty mess, satisfied and gasping for air.
“That was amazing.” I purred and rolled to face him. He grunted and we both drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up a little while later on his chest, I felt a sleepy smile spread across my face.
I looked up at him through my lashes and noted the dark bags under his eyes and the stress lines on his handsome face. As if he could feel my probing stare, he cracked one eye and peered down at me.
“What?” His voice was gruff from exhaustion.
“I missed you.” I whispered and stretched up to give him another kiss. He pressed his lips against mine in a lazy kiss and then turned his head back to look at the ceiling and draped an arm over his eyes.
“Melanie filled for divorce.” He said in a flat tone.
“Oh?” I said cautiously.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to change her mind.” His voice cracked as he attempted to keep his emotions under control. “Her grandmother knew I had fucked up… she left me letters—”
“She knew about us?” I gasped.
“No.” he tensed.
“Oh.” I deflated.
So, there were others.
“There were some one-night stands before you…” He admitted.
“Never more than one night?” The idea that I had been different than his other affairs made me feel better.
