"Don't even think about stopping," he rasps, his grip in my hair cinching tighter.
He begins to drive into my mouth in more claiming strokes, pushing me against the kitchen counter as he starts losing control. And I want more. His breath breaks every time I hollow my cheeks around him while I try to catch my breath. My hand slips between my thighs, working myself in frantic circles, my orgasm building like a storm.
Let's see who breaks first.
I gather all that slick on my fingers and sweep it across his jaw in a firm arc, snapping his head to the side.
Not expecting it, he twitches against my tongue, his breath hitching. For a beat he's frozen.
"There you go, baby." My teeth graze him as I look up through my lashes, making him twitch again. "Shut up and take me."
His brows lift and for a beat I wonder what he'll do. I didn't smack him—it was playful. But he looks at me like he's weighing my punishment.
He drags a hand over his jaw, lifts the smear to the light, then to his mouth, and the second he tastes it, his eyes flare.
A dark laugh rolls out of his chest.
"You vixen... You really want me to lose it, don't you?"
Before I can move, he catches my wrist, drags my fingers into his mouth, and sucks on them so hard that I whimper. I try to pull back, but he doesn’t let me.
"You’re not giving me nirvana and then getting away," he growls around my knuckles.
It hurts, but something about it makes me snap too. I move my head around him in feverish rhythm and rake my nails down the back of his thighs, leaving marks. I push him further, until he slides deep in my throat and my eyes blur with tears, holding him there as I close my throat around him.
He curses—stumbles—as his elbows slam the counter and his thighs shake.
"Urgggh..." He spills into me in hot, relentless pulses, straight into my throat, while he groans like a man undone. I pull away slightly so I can taste him on my tongue.
He tastes like salt and sugar, and...my Ben.And I swallow everything, to the last drop, wishing he had more.
When he releases me, I gasp for air, feeling my lips throb, and stare at my swollen fingers to make sure I still have any left.
Then I look up and realize Ben is wrecked too.
He's heaving, shaking his head at me like he's seeing me for the first time.
I lick him clean, purring around him without breaking eye contact, then smirk. "Thought I was a prude?"
Before I can blink, his arms are on me. One second, I'm playful, the next he's hauling me up, turning me around, and bending me over the kitchen island.
"Aren't we done?" I say just as he forces my leg up and thrusts inside me.
The force of it punches a cry from me that ricochets off the walls and my head falls on the granite.
My body stretches around him in that familiar, delicious agony, always reminding me of our first night—and always wanting him anyway.
I can't wrap my head around how Ben can go again and again, relentlessly. He might not be human after all.
He gives me a brief moment to adjust to his size before he crashes into me, the sound of his body smacking against mine.
"We're done when I'm dripping down your thighs," he rasps, holding my knee as he pounds me in a fast rhythm, the kitchen counter digging into my elbows and hips.
When his other hand rolls my nipple with torturing precision, my orgasm slips out without my permission, and I cry out.
He drives in sharply and folds over my back, hips jerking back and forth as he throbs, having me take all of him.
When the waves of release taper off, he smiles against my skin and kisses a path up my spine, slow as if he’s soothing my body after he just destroyed it.
