My heart is pounding deafeningly in my ears, reason slipping away when I think about her in her PJs, or maybe she’s just in her underwear.
The horny little minx… does she really think I can resist her?
Reaching forward, I pull the door open, letting out a feral sigh when I see her in her PJ shorts and tank top. Both are pink, reminding me of her glistening flower before I claimed it with my tongue. She’s not wearing a bra and her nipples are poking through the fabric, causing me to step forward, my hands magnetizing to them.
“Fucking hell,” I growl, pushing them together, feeling how ample and round and just downright flawless they are. “You horny fucking girl. You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
She stares up at me. As if her outfit wasn’t tempting enough, her hair is sleep messy around her shoulders, wayward strands darting here and there.
She bites her lip, moaning softly. “We shouldn’t.”
“I know,” I growl, but I can’t stop myself from pulling her loose-fitting top down, wedging it under her breasts.
When her breasts spill free my cock gives another hard pulse, precome leaking out of my shaft, sticky in my underwear. Her nipples are perky and hard, her breasts juicy and round, every inch of her made to ignite the desire in me. And me alone.
She gasps when I lean down, sucking on her nipples, swirling my tongue around them. She tastes like sweat, like shower gel, like my Rory. It’s the tastiest fucking thing in the universe, except for her soaked pussy.
“Bennet,” she whimpers, as though she wants me to stop.
We both know this is wrong. We both know we should wait.
But her fingers are in my hair, nails dragging across my scalp, pulling me closer even as she urges me away.
“You’re so hard.” Her voice shivers. “What were you thinking about before I knocked?”
I grab onto her hips and pull her against me. I drive forward with my cock, letting her feel just how hard I am.
“I was thinking about sneaking into your room as you were asleep and fingering your tight little hole, so you woke up already wet, already ready for my dick to claim your virgin flower. I was thinking about how your juicy breasts would bounce for me when I’m driving up inside of you. And…”
“And?” She moans like she can’t help herself, wriggling against me. “Bennet?”
“And how wrong this is,” I tell her honestly. “I was thinking that I need to try and resist you. But hell, baby, I don’t think I can.”
She wriggles some more, rubbing her legs together. My needy princess’s slit must be so desperate for attention right now. I bet she’s soaked, slippery, and ready for my dick.
“We have to try,” she murmurs.
I smirk and lean down, kissing her, softly at first. And then deepen the kiss becoming more passionate, she claws onto my shoulders, digging her fingernails into my skin.
“Is that why you were sneaking around outside my room?” I snarl, breaking away, as my hands slide down her back and under the hem of her shorts.
I need her ass, that creamy thick ass that’s going to bounce alluringly when I thrust into her from behind.
“I don’t know what I was doing,” she admits, moaning as I dig my fingers into her ass. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you and…”
She can’t speak when I slide one hand around to her front, pushing her panties aside and palm over her pussy.
“You’re so wet,” I growl huskily. “You’re already fucking soaked. Have you been getting yourself worked up all night?”
I rub around her hole, spreading her wetness, as she shivers and nods up at me.
“W-were you?” she stutters back.
I nod fiercely. “Yes, yes I fucking was. Lorelei, if you want us to stop this, you need to say it now. Because I don’t think I’ll be able to.”
“We should.”
I slip my finger inside of her, provoking a series of soul capturing moans. My cock feels like it’s going to explode.
“I know we should. But I asked if you wanted to.”
“No.” She gasps. “Oh, Bennet. I don’t think I can stop either.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Rory
He pushes me back onto the bed, falling atop me, our lips crashing together as his finger swirls inside of me.
I try to think of dad and how wrong this is.
I try to think of the look of betrayal on my dad’s face when he caught us outside the campus, the promise Bennet and I made to each other that we wouldn’t do anything until we discussed it with him.
But every time I try to conjure up the need to remember all I can think about is the searing heat between my legs.
Bennet snarls as he kisses down my neck, hunching forward like a powerful bear as he finds my nipple again. He sucks it hard, making the tingles even more urgent, the feeling joining the heat between my legs to create a cacophony of ecstasy inside of me.