Page 12 of Trading In A Broken Heart

“How about you kiss them other set of lips and shut up.”

Ben smirked at me and then kissed a trail down my body. His lips connected with my lower set, and my back instantly arched.

“Fuck,” escaped my lips.

“Uh-huh,” he moaned and lapped me like cats drank water. My hands cupped the sheets.

“Yes!” My legs quaked. “Yes! Right there!”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my climax took over. Ben released my clit and lifted his head up. He reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed the condom sitting there. That was another thing about me: I wasn’t fucking anybody else raw. They wouldn’t soul tie me. No, ma’am.

I watched him wrap the condom around his dick as the latex snapped against his skin.

He moved back between my legs, his knees prying me wide open. He didn’t waste any time. He guided the head of his dick to my opening and lunged forward, burying himself inside me in one smooth, powerful motion.

“Fuck!” I gasped. My eyes fluttered shut as he filled me.

The sensation of the condom added a different kind of friction, a sleek, sliding heat that felt incredible as he moved. He started with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, hitting my cervix with a thud that vibrated through my entire pelvis. I gripped the headboard, my knuckles white, as I matched his rhythm, thrusting my hips up to meet every blow.

The pace quickened, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the quiet room. I could feel the tension building in my core, a tight, electric coil that grew tighter with every thrust. He was relentless. His chest heaved, and his sweat dripped onto my breasts as he hammered into me.

“Shit, you feel so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained. “So fucking wet, babe.”

All I wanted was for him to shut the fuck up. Normally, I would’ve told him so, but I was too lost in the sensation of him stretching me open.

“I’m close!” My internal muscles spasmed around him. “Fuck! So close!”

The feeling of my pussy clamping down on his dick triggered him. He let out a guttural sound as his movements became frantic and violent for a few final, punishing thrusts. I shattered, a violent orgasm ripping through me, sending waves of pleasure crashing over my body. At the same moment, I felt him shudder violently. His entire frame locked up as he came hard inside the condom.

I pushed him off me and rolled out of bed, heading for the bathroom to clean myself up. “Bring me a towel!” he yelled behind me, and I rolled my eyes. Taking him a towel after sex was too related to a relationship, and we were nowhere near that level. He’d better get his ass up and get one himself.

“I’on see nothing wrong with yo’ legs,” I tossed back and turned on the faucet.

After I cleaned myself up, I went back into the bedroom just to see that Ben was no longer in there. “I just know this nigga ain’t running around here naked like he owns the place.”

I tread out of the bedroom in search of Ben but didn’t find him anywhere in the apartment. The door was locked, just as it was when I locked it. Shrugging, I went back into the bedroom and noticed that Ben’s keys were still on the nightstand.

“That nigga ain’t gon’ get far without these,” I said and grabbed my phone to call him.

“The subscriber you’ve reached is no longer in service.”

I blankly stared at my phone and said, “What the fuck?”

I slammed the trunk shut and rounded to the driver’s side of the car. “Got me out this time of night for bullshit,” I mumbled and hopped into the driver’s seat.

My Maserati whipped in and out of traffic ’til I made it outside of Montgomery’s city limits. Stopping on the side of the road, I sat there, gazing into darkness. I was in my mufucking bed and had to come out for this bullshit. My teeth clenched. Opening the door, I climbed out and rounded to the trunk.

The trunk popped open, and I flashed the light from my phone down into it. Duct tape covered his mouth. His entire body shook as he stared up into my eyes. I crouched and ripped the tape from his mouth.

“Please. Please. I don’t know what I did wrong, but I promise⁠—”

“Did she cum for you?” I cut him off because I needed to know. After watching him fuck her on the camera, I wanted to rip the entire world apart. I didn’t make it to see the rest of the shit, because I was in my shit doing a hundred all the way to her apartment. Nigga had the nerves to be in there touching what fucking belonged to me.

He blankly stared up at me. I can get the confusion, but answer my question, nigga.

“Yes.”

Everything in me went rigid. That meant she was present with him and felt every bit of him. I wanted to break his fucking neck. This nigga really touched my pussy and was rubbing the shit in my face. My jaw ticked.