“That’s it. Feel how wet you are? How you’re opening up for me? You love feeling me stretch you wide.”
“God.” I broke off on a moan when he pulled nearly all the way out of me and then sank back in. “I love it. I love feeling you.”
“You’re dripping around me already,” he breathed against my ear. “Soaking my cock. Making it so easy to slide in deep.”
His words combined with the way he filled me so completely pushed me higher. I dug my nails into his shoulders. I was so wet now that every glide felt obscene.
“Tell me when you want me to move.”
I rocked my hips up experimentally, feeling him shift inside me. A moan slipped out before I could stop it. “Now. Please.”
That was all he needed.
He started with long, deliberate drags in and out and that made me pulse around him. Each thrust built the heat higher. His breath hitched every time I clenched around him.
“You feel too good, baby.” His rhythm faltered for a second, then steadied, picking up speed. “Too fucking perfect.”
I arched into him, meeting every thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “Harder.” I gasped.
He growled and snapped his hips forward, driving deep enough to make me cry out. The pace turned ruthless after that. Hard, punishing thrusts that made the headboard bang against the wall in time with Bennett.
I was well past caring if anybody heard us. Let them hear.
I hooked one leg higher over his hip, changing the angle, and he hit that spot inside me that made white light burst behind my eyelids.
“Oh,fuck.Right there!”
He angled himself perfectly, grinding against my clit with every thrust, fucking me like he was trying to brand himself into my bones. Sweat slicked our skin. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing then biting down just hard enough to make me moan louder.
“Come for me, Bella,” he demanded against my throat. “I want to feel you squeeze me while I fill you up.”
His raw, possessive words sent me soaring over the edge. I shattered around him with a broken cry, walls pulsing hard, clenching down like I could keep him there forever.
Bennett groaned like it hurt, his thrusts turning erratic.
He didn’t let me come down.
Before I had even finished fluttering around him, he pulled out of me. I cried out at the sudden emptiness.
“Turn over,” he rasped. “I want you from behind.”
My limbs felt liquid, but somehow, I found myself rolling onto my stomach and pushing up onto my knees at the center of the bed. He helped me forward until my chest was pressed to the sheets, ass in the air, face turned toward the headboard.
The position left me open and exposed. Dripping with both of us.
Bennett climbed on behind me, one hand smoothing down my spine in a long, possessive stroke that ended with a firm grip on my hip. His other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and notched it at my entrance again.
“Hands on the headboard,” he ordered, low and dark. “Hold on tight.”
I reached forward, curling my fingers around the cool iron bars. The metal warmed quickly under my palms as I gripped hard, bracing myself for what was still to come.
He sank into me again, even deeper than before. My breath punched out of me. The stretch was sharper like this, pressing against places that made my toes curl into the sheets.
I gasped.
“God—” My voice cracked. “I can feel you everywhere.”
From this angle, he felt even bigger. My pussy fluttered around him, still swollen and tender from the first round but so slick with my arousal that the glide was smooth.
