“No, Ben. Your family’s sleeping downstairs. We can’t—”
He moves before I finish and smacks my center with the heavy length of him—sharp and taunting. My legs jerk, a startled sound tearing out of me. Considering his size it nearly felt like a hammer. But... I want more.
"You'll be a good girl and keep quiet," he says, dark and soft both at once. "Right?"
I shake my head. Ican'tkeep quiet with him, and he knows it.
But he doesn't give me space to argue—he lifts my legs over his shoulders and folds me in half as he comes down over me, pinning me under his heat and weight. My knees kiss my ears.
The blunt head presses against my entrance, slick and swollen, and then he's pushing in.
My voice splinters into a strangled whine, muffled by his hand just as a rough, velvety moan escapes from him when he bottoms out. I'm stretched tight around him, feeling the burning sting of it.
"Ben..." I whisper, sounding desperate.
"Good job, baby."
He kisses me hard, grinding deep the way only Ben knows how—circular, brutal, hitting that perfect spot, over and over again, and I keep gasping, my nails raking down the sculpted line of hisback.
His palm flattens against my stomach as if he can feel himself moving inside me, and a low, feral sound vibrates out of him. Then his eyes lock on mine. "Come on me, baby. Come on me hard. The way you were meant to."
I don't have any other option but to obey. My climax detonates, sharp and hot because he doesn't let me go—he rides me through it while I feel him everywhere—his chest crushing my breasts against his, the hair on his thighs abrading the sensitive skin of my inner legs, the way his taste floods my mouth. I'm unraveling in every way.
"I swear I could die inside you," he growls. "You were made to ruin me anyway."
His rhythm stutters as he twitches inside me, his entire body tensed like a coiled spring.
He's close, and I want him to lose control. I drag my hand over his sweat-glazed abs, feeling them clench hard as he fights with the urge to let go.
My turn...
With my other hand, I grip the firm curve of his ass, my nails sinking in, and drag him impossibly closer, like I can fuse our bodies together. I clench around him as much as I can, and rock my hips up and down.
"Fuck..." He pinches his eyes shut, consumed by me.
He releases a raw sound,his head snapping back, and he can’t help it—he empties himself inside me in thick waves, each one pulsing deep as I gasp, feeling everything, even the last drop.
I expect him to collapse, but Ben isn't like other men. Hedoesn't stop at once.
He lowers my legs, cinches his arms around my waist, the grip nearly punching the air out of me, and he pulls out—everything he left rushing out of me—only to thrust it back in.
"Again," he commands.
I whimper, my body still overstimulated, but the thought of him rewriting me from the inside makes me heedless.
I throw my arms up, tilt my head back, and he follows the movement—sucking on my nipples, then on my neck, planting those rough biting kisses that will for sure leave visible marks. I arch my back, letting him know he can bite me even harder, and his teeth sink into my neck so deep I gasp, afraid it will be my last breath.
Our mouths clash again, his tongue deep in my throat as he drives into me, hard enough to rattle the bed, the lights flickering with every snap of his hips.
"Your bed will die," I gasp out, chest heaving.
"Then let it. I'll rebuild it tomorrow. I'll rebuild a hundred beds if I have to, but I will carve myself into you. Not just your body. All of you."
Yes... empty yourself into me... Completely.
I feel him swell again, dragging through me, and it wrecks me instantly. My body convulses under him uncontrollably, and I come.
Still moving in me, his hand slides between us, his thumb pressing on my swollen clit in tight, merciless circles.
