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Authors: Laurel Adams
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you needed me to pimp you out. That's part of the kink, isn't it?"
"I don't know!" I cried.
Or maybe I said something else. I was incoherent with desire. I put my arm around his neck and tried to draw him down into me, but he was too strong. Holding me still, he bit the hollow at my throat and whispered, "Because you needed someone to know . You needed someone to know what you did to make it real."
"Yes," I cried, a little sob that started in my throat but made my whole body shudder. "Or else I could pretend it never happened."
"Oh, it happened ," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "And this is happening too…"
Then he pushed himself inside me.
I was so raw from screwing another guy that it ached. But I didn't care. I lifted my hips, arching to meet him, sighing happily as he filled me all the way up. That's what I needed. I needed Ben inside me. His hard body against my soft one.
He felt so good. Not just because of the twisted naughtiness of it, but something else, too.
It almost felt like it was the first time.
Like, ever.
Which was pretty strange considering what I'd just done.
Ben gave it to me slow at first, adjusting to me as I adjusted to him. He was staring into my eyes, and I was staring into his, stroking his cheek with the hand he didn't have pinned down. Delighting in the fact that he always seemed to smell like a fucking Christmas tree.
I grinned at him and he grinned back.
"Becca," he said, his voice as steely as his cock. "You fucked a total stranger in this cheap hotel room, then he slapped his money down on the table and left. That all happened. You and I are the only ones who are ever going to know it, but—"
"You made it happen," I whispered.
"I sure did," he said, letting his nice guy exterior fall away. Slow strokes suddenly turned to hard, hammering thrusts. And he was destroying me.
I'd dismissed him out of hand. Not my type. Not kinky enough for me. But here he was, plowing me into a bed I'd just shared with another man, thrusting into me with strokes that made my breasts jiggle and the rest of my body weak.
He was hot and flushed, really putting his back into it, as if to make me forget there had ever been any other guy. I'd wanted to come so badly, but now I held it back because it felt so good that I never wanted it to end, and because…
"I need you to say it, Ben," I panted, desperately on the edge.
Hand stroking down the side of my body, he paused, and for the first time, he looked as if he'd lost mastery of the situation. "What do you need me to say?"
"Tell me what I am tonight…"
He growled in my ear. "You're amazing. Sexy as sin. A joy to fuck."
"No…no…I need to hear the word."
He was close now, too. I could feel him pulsing inside me, noticed the tightening of the cords in his neck, and the grip of his hand at my hip. If I weren't so desperate, it might've been comical to watch him struggle with it. But it seemed deadly serious when he found the strength to look me right in the eye. "Tonight you were my little fucking whore."
That was the word.
I came. Right then. So hard that stars danced beneath my eyelids and a scream tore itself from my throat. My insides collapsed in orgasm around him, throbbing and spasming as I got the relief I needed. My feet dug into his ass, trying to get him even further inside when I heard him roar his own release, a loud, sexy sound that devastated me as he gave himself over to complete abandon.
He was also kissing me and I tasted the salty sweat of his upper lip when he spent himself in me like I was an investment, and not the vulgar kind.
In a pleasure-dazed state, we kept touching each other long after the orgasm faded. Our legs tangled, our sweat-damp skin clinging with each touch. He traced his fingertips down my ears, over my cheeks, down my neck. And I kissed him. Softly. Along his jawline, down his neck, his chest, stroking his body.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, with a dreamy expression.
I was feeling a
"I don't know!" I cried.
Or maybe I said something else. I was incoherent with desire. I put my arm around his neck and tried to draw him down into me, but he was too strong. Holding me still, he bit the hollow at my throat and whispered, "Because you needed someone to know . You needed someone to know what you did to make it real."
"Yes," I cried, a little sob that started in my throat but made my whole body shudder. "Or else I could pretend it never happened."
"Oh, it happened ," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "And this is happening too…"
Then he pushed himself inside me.
I was so raw from screwing another guy that it ached. But I didn't care. I lifted my hips, arching to meet him, sighing happily as he filled me all the way up. That's what I needed. I needed Ben inside me. His hard body against my soft one.
He felt so good. Not just because of the twisted naughtiness of it, but something else, too.
It almost felt like it was the first time.
Like, ever.
Which was pretty strange considering what I'd just done.
Ben gave it to me slow at first, adjusting to me as I adjusted to him. He was staring into my eyes, and I was staring into his, stroking his cheek with the hand he didn't have pinned down. Delighting in the fact that he always seemed to smell like a fucking Christmas tree.
I grinned at him and he grinned back.
"Becca," he said, his voice as steely as his cock. "You fucked a total stranger in this cheap hotel room, then he slapped his money down on the table and left. That all happened. You and I are the only ones who are ever going to know it, but—"
"You made it happen," I whispered.
"I sure did," he said, letting his nice guy exterior fall away. Slow strokes suddenly turned to hard, hammering thrusts. And he was destroying me.
I'd dismissed him out of hand. Not my type. Not kinky enough for me. But here he was, plowing me into a bed I'd just shared with another man, thrusting into me with strokes that made my breasts jiggle and the rest of my body weak.
He was hot and flushed, really putting his back into it, as if to make me forget there had ever been any other guy. I'd wanted to come so badly, but now I held it back because it felt so good that I never wanted it to end, and because…
"I need you to say it, Ben," I panted, desperately on the edge.
Hand stroking down the side of my body, he paused, and for the first time, he looked as if he'd lost mastery of the situation. "What do you need me to say?"
"Tell me what I am tonight…"
He growled in my ear. "You're amazing. Sexy as sin. A joy to fuck."
"No…no…I need to hear the word."
He was close now, too. I could feel him pulsing inside me, noticed the tightening of the cords in his neck, and the grip of his hand at my hip. If I weren't so desperate, it might've been comical to watch him struggle with it. But it seemed deadly serious when he found the strength to look me right in the eye. "Tonight you were my little fucking whore."
That was the word.
I came. Right then. So hard that stars danced beneath my eyelids and a scream tore itself from my throat. My insides collapsed in orgasm around him, throbbing and spasming as I got the relief I needed. My feet dug into his ass, trying to get him even further inside when I heard him roar his own release, a loud, sexy sound that devastated me as he gave himself over to complete abandon.
He was also kissing me and I tasted the salty sweat of his upper lip when he spent himself in me like I was an investment, and not the vulgar kind.
In a pleasure-dazed state, we kept touching each other long after the orgasm faded. Our legs tangled, our sweat-damp skin clinging with each touch. He traced his fingertips down my ears, over my cheeks, down my neck. And I kissed him. Softly. Along his jawline, down his neck, his chest, stroking his body.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, with a dreamy expression.
I was feeling a
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