I shouldn't be impatient since he already wrung me outtwice, but I'm greedy for him, so I nudge him with my leg anyway.
"Patience, baby. Don't want to hurt you."
"But I want you to hurt me," I say, shocking myself. That thing could split me in half.
And I'd probably thank it, even beg for it.
Maybe I want it as proof that this is happening.
Ben gives me a sinful smile—he's eating up the fact I confessed it out loud.
"You don't get it," he says, circling on me now. "I'm going to take you many, many more times. Can't have you too sore from the start."
I swallow hard, because he's probably right.
Still, I mutter irritably, "You just want me to beg."
"That too. You sound delicious when you're begging for me."
I glare at him. I guess he's back to toying.
Two can play, though.
I force myself still, try not to focus on how good he feels, and school my face to boredom. "Ben?"
"Mm?" He holds himself there and looks up.
"I just remembered something—" My toes press into his chest and I nudge him back like it's a game. "We're only a fling."
The second it's out, I want to snatch it back.
Can black go blacker? I swear his eyes just did—they lock on me, pinning me in place as everything in his face goes to lethal.
His hand clamps around my ankle, hard enough I might bewearing his fingerprint tomorrow, and his voice drops into a charged growl: "You still think we're temporary?"
I drove him too far. I should take it back, say I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it anyway.
"Say it—" The thick head breaches me, but he doesn't move further, like a warning, "—again."
I gasp, every ounce of my blood rushing down where I feel him stretching me. He feels so good, I'm tempted to slide on him, steal his thunder, but even the tip is letting me know his size will probably hurt, so I stay put.
When I don't say anything, his mouth curves in that smug half-smirk.
He throws my legs aside, puts a pillow under my pelvis, and his fingers dig into my thigh seams. "Always a big mouth, Emma, aren't you? Don't choke on me now."
I glare.Fine.If I'm going to burn, I'll burn all the way.
"You must have mistaken me for someone else because I'm not afraid of you. We're aah—!"
THRUST.
The world tilts. The scream rips out of me as he slams into me in one sharp stroke. My nails shred the mattress, lungs gone.
Too much... Too full... Oh god...The stretch burns like holy agony and I don't think he's even all the way in.
At least I've gutted him too. His head kicks back in ecstasy, jaw locking as a ragged curse tears from his chest.
