I glance down at his cock, bobbing heavily between my spread thighs. It’s thick and long, much bigger than I’ve seen in the snippets of porn I once watched at a friend’s house. I’m a virgin. I should be nervous, but I’m not. I know we’ll fit together like we’re made for each other.
I watch in fascination as he fists his cock in his hand and nudges it against my soaked folds. He slides it up and down until the head is glistening with my juices.
“Look at me.”
When I meet his dark gaze, he growls, “You’re mine. Say it.”
I say breathlessly, “I’m yours, Bentley. All yours.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since before that night, Gem. Since I realized what you were to me.”
My eyes widen in shock. “But … I … that’s—”
“Almost eight years of fucking my hand and imagining it was your tight cunt,” he finishes gruffly.
His filthy words should embarrass me, but they don’t. They make me wild. They unlock an inner vixen I never knew resided inside me, and she emerges wearing hot leather and cracking a whip.
“I want you bare, Gem. Don’t want anything between us this first time.”
I swallow hard. “I want that too. I’m on the pill. I need you inside me.”
“Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight,” he commands.
I do, my thighs trembling as they grip his hips. He exhales, and with one abrupt flex of his hips, he slides the entire length of his thick cock deep inside me. The pain I expected doesn’t come. He’s worked me up so thoroughly that his passage is easy despite his girth.
“Ah, fuck, Gem,” he grunts. “Heaven. You feel like heaven.” He pauses, cupping my face. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Better than okay,” I huff. “You feel amazing. This is amazing.”
Bentley slides a hand under my ass and squeezes, drawing me closer and flexing his hips. Crying out, I arch from the mattress, clawing at his back as he slowly withdraws until only the crown of his cock remains inside me, then thrusts again.
He smothers my moan with a kiss, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with his hips as he drives hard into my aching wetness. He’s not gentle, but he’s beautiful in his urgency.
He hits some magical spot inside me, causing my internal muscles to contract. I drag my mouth from his. “Bentley, I think I’m going to come …”
“Not yet, sweetheart. A little longer. Gonna make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.”
He slows the motion of his hips and holds himself still. Lowering his head to my breast, he draws my hard nipple into the hot, wet heat of his mouth.
Delirious, I writhe beneath him. My muscles clench, and my skin is on fire. I rock my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis and chasing the orgasm just out of reach.
He releases a guttural moan, and his cock twitches as my muscles flex around him. “Stop moving your hips, or I’ll pull out and spank your ass until you’re begging me to let you come.”
I whimper.Oh. My. God.This is a side of Bentley I’ve never seen before. This demanding, possessive man who knows exactly what I want. What Ineed.
I lie still beneath him, gasping and shaking, my skin slicked with sweat. He bends his head to my breasts again, nipping and flicking my nipples with his tongue. I bite my lower lip, needing to move so badly as Bentley moves between the throbbing peaks, sucking and biting until I’m almost sobbing with need.
When I’m about to lose my mind, Bentley whispers, “How much do you need to come, sweetheart?”
“More than I need chocolate,” I pant.
Bentley’s laugh rumbles through my chest, and for whatever reason, it breaks my control. Bentley curses as I buck my hips, using the hard length of his beautiful cock to get myself off.
“Oh, God, I’m coming, Bentley. I can’t stop! I can’t—”
He thrusts into me and snarls, “Give it to me, Gem.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—”