Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“Oh, no, Princess. I’ll care. I want these intact.”
“But…but how will you…?”
“We’ll just have to find a way.” Both of his thumbs slid inside of me at once, and I dropped my head back with a moan. “Quiet, Princess.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my hips moving, grinding against his fingers. I’d never thought I’d feel this needy, at least not before him, but I felt like I would explode if he didn’t do more. I felt like I might die if he did.
“Did you think about me often before this started, Princess?”
“Hmm.” I nodded, gasping when more fingers joined the thumbs in his ministrations. Now, he was inside of me and on my clit, stroking and rubbing circles. I wouldn’t survive this. I wouldn’t.
“Did you touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Did you close your eyes when you were fucking your ex and pretend it was me between your legs?”
I gasped loudly, opening my eyes to meet his. I nodded, the shame of my admission coloring my face, but I couldn’t seem to care. When he flashed that wolfish grin of his, I definitely didn’t.
“Good.” He took his hands away, and just before I opened my mouth to complain, he replaced them with his face, his tongue, sucking me, licking me, biting me.
There was absolutely no way for me to stay quiet. No way. He wasn’t playing fair, and he knew it. My hands flew to his hair, and I gripped his curls hard, tugging at him to stop, to keep going, I wasn’t sure. Either way, he didn’t listen. He continued feasting on me, eating me as if I were his appetizer, entree, and dessert. I came hard. Loudly. My shouts were muffled by the hand he shot up to my face to cover my mouth. I’d never been more turned on in my entire life.
He pulled away, rocking back on his heels as he looked at me, his mouth glistening with evidence of what he’d just done. I watched, wordlessly, as he lowered his trousers and slid on a condom. I licked my lips reflexively, wishing I had the energy to get up and take him into my mouth, but also knowing that if I didn’t, he’d fuck me, and I wasn’t sure which outcome I wanted more. I opted to stay put. He spread my legs more and brought a hand between us. I felt his fingers stroking my clit again and instantly began to move, my body reawakened by his touch. He didn’t leave his fingers there for long.
“I need to make room in these stockings,” he said, his voice rough as he settled between my legs. “I need to make room in this little pussy for me.”
“Yes,” I gasped, arching my back and biting my lip hard as he slid inside of me, inch by inch. My eyes shut, and my head flew back, and I moaned out, “Ben,” as he filled me. “Yes, Ben. Yes.”
“Say it again, Princess.” He slid out and pushed all the way in again.
“Ben.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “Yes. You’re fucking perfect for me. Perfect.”
It felt as if he were saying so much more than those words, but I had no time to question him because he really started to fuck me then, and nothing else mattered in that moment.
CHAPTER 23
Ben
“Have you read this?” David dropped the newspaper onto the kitchen counter.
“No, I read the news like a normal person—online.” I went back to the sandwich I had been making for Asher.
“Well, this is the kind of news that makes headlines in the actual papers,” he said. “Which means, it’s big.”
“What’s the news?”
“Kayla is talking about writing a tell-all about the time she spent with you.”
“What?” I laughed then stopped when I saw the serious expression on David’s face. “You’re full of shit.”
“I’m not.” He picked up the paper again and opened it, walking over to me as he tipped it for me to see the headline. It read: Golden Boy Benjamin Drake’s Rusty Past.
“Why would they give her this kind of attention?” I yanked the paper from his hand and read the words beneath the headline.
“Maybe because you’re such a mystery to them,” David suggested.
“Jesus Christ, David. You’re supposed to make sure this kind of shit doesn’t happen.” I slammed the paper down. “What about Asher? Did she say anything about him?”
“Not yet, but my guess is that will be part of the tell-all. You should have had her sign an NDA.”
“When? When I was fourteen years old and living with my fucking parents? When I was dealing with my brother Ezra’s death? When was I going to make her sign this NDA? I just found out what an NDA is a few years ago!” I threw up my hands and started pacing the kitchen.
“Is everything okay, Daddy?” Asher ran into the kitchen. “Is my sandwich done? My tummy is hungry.”