Page 14 of Claiming Bennett (Montgomery Dreams #3)

The snark builds in her eyes, and I crush my fingers down over her throat in warning.

Her next moan comes out breathless, even though I’m not squeezing tight enough to restrict her breath.

My fingers are carefully positioned over her carotid, just enough pressure to keep her lightheaded and floaty as I stretch her out over my fingers.

The next finger takes a little more work, and I lean down to spit over my fingers to add a little extra lubrication to my movements.

She clenches around me so tightly that I think she’s going to cum, but it passes with a shocked noise and wide eyes meeting mine like she can’t believe I’d treat her so roughly.

Oh, if she thinks that’s mean, she’s got another fucking thing coming.

“You’re going to cum on my fingers, and you’re going to beg me to fuck you,” I tell her, no room for argument in my tone.

She nods like a good little doll, obedient and needy as I grind my fingers deeper into her.

I grin when I finally find the spot that has her whole body tensing beneath me, wetness practically gushing around my fingers as I abuse that spot.

She wails, thrashing in overwhelmed pleasure, but I don’t let up for a second.

I want the first orgasm I pull from her to be more than she can handle, and then I want to make her take more .

“Fuck, fuck,” she pants, digging her nails into my wrist, but not trying to push me off. “ Bennett !”

I squeeze down just a little harder when her body starts to contract around my fingers, laughing quietly at the shocked sound of pure pleasure that tears from her throat.

Her moans hike up in pitch when I keep my thumb against her clit even as she cums for me, forcing pleasure through her even as she tries to come down from her high.

She shakes in my grasp, and I loosen the hold on her throat until my palm is just resting there so she can heave in gasping lungfuls of breath.

“Look at that,” I say with a fond laugh. “You do know how to be good. You remember what to do next, baby?”

She dissolves into mindless pleas as I keep pressing against her clit. There’s no telling if she’s begging because I told her to or because it’s all she’s capable of anymore. Either way, I soak it up greedily.

“Holy shit, Bennett, please, Jesus!” She bucks her hips like she’s trying to get me to stop, but I don’t give her any reprieve. “Please, please , come on, fucking give it to me. You promised, I need it, fucking please .”

I pull my fingers out slowly, relishing in the whiny pleas and how tightly her pussy grips onto me. I’ll give her something better.

She keeps begging as I position my cock, her eyes glassy and full of desperate need.

Her voice only goes quiet when I slot the head of my cock right at the edge of her pussy and start pressing in.

Tension fills her limbs, and she reaches up to dig her nails into my shoulders, holding so still and perfect for me as I feed inch after inch of my cock into her bare, slick cunt.

She stretches around me like a fucking dream , my eyes falling shut in bliss as I sink deeper and deeper until our hips meet.

A hitched breath pulls me out of my haze of pleasure, and I open my eyes slowly, lazily, like a predator who knows he’s finally caught his prey.

The sight I’m greeted with makes my blood freeze in my veins.

Maggie isn’t looking up at me, isn’t flushed with pleasure and begging for more. Her face is turned, buried in my pillow, and her nails are still lodged into my shoulders. Another hitched breath falls from her lips, and I notice the way her whole body is shaking.

Fuck.

Fuck . What happened? She was okay, things were good.

She shouldn’t be crying into my pillow right now.

“Magnolia, baby,” I say, cupping her pretty face in my hands and guiding her out of hiding so that I can see those eyes. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

She shakes her head, and I shift to pull back, to pull out, but her nails dig into my shoulders even harder.

“Don’t!” she pleads. “I’m fine, it’s okay.”

“You don’t look okay,” I say, running my thumb beneath her eye and smoothing her tears out of the way.

She laughs, her face coloring again in what looks like shame. “It just hurts. You’re big , Bennett. Just move.”

It shouldn’t hurt bad enough to have her crying. I stretched her out plenty, she was soaking wet on my fingers. My gaze flits down to where we’re joined, and I see a shadow ringing the base of my cock in the moonlight.

Blood.

I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have let her work me up so quickly. Of course the little brat would lie to get what she wants. I should probably be more upset with her, but the way she fits around me like a glove clears everything but pleasure from my mind.

Too late to take it back now anyway.

She freezes when she sees where my eyes linger, knowing that she’s caught, but I’m not going to punish her for it now.

I’ll make her apologize later, but her first time should be nothing but pleasure.

I reach down and fit my thumb against her clit again, rubbing slowly until she’s arching against me again, her pussy clenching down over me in a way that has my patience waning rapidly.

“Please,” she whispers raggedly, urging me on before I can ask if she’s sure she doesn’t want to stop. “Keep going, Bennett. I want it.”

“You’re going to get yourself into trouble lying to me like that, little girl,” I say, moving my hips again, a slow, but harsh rhythm. “I’m not going to be gentle just because it’s your first time.”

I’ll be nicer, but I won’t be gentle .

She wraps one hand behind my neck and tugs me down into a filthy kiss, her hips moving to meet my thrusts.

“If I wanted gentle, I wouldn’t have come to you,” she whispers against my lips. “Now fuck me, Bennett.”

It’s not exactly begging, but it’ll do.

I pull back slowly, enjoying the drag of pleasure and how it buzzes through my veins.

It’s the last bit of my patience she’s going to get.

I set a punishing pace, one hand gripping her hips and the other wrapped firmly around her throat as I set to fucking her, just like she wants.

Her back arches like a bow, picture perfect, mouth dropping open on sweet gasps of my name and pleas for more.

She’s a goddamn vixen, hot and wet and achingly tight around my cock.

“Right there, please,” she whimpers, dragging her nails down my chest. “Fuck, please , Bennett.”

I hold her still while hammering into her, aiming my thrusts right at the spot that has her whole body locking up around me.

Her moans rise in pitch, edging towards desperate as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

My mind buzzes at the thought that I’m the first person to ever give her this, to ever make her feel like this.

Every time someone else is inside her, I’m the one she’ll think of. I’ll be better than any of them.

I ignore the feral part of me that never wants to let anyone else touch her.

All it takes is a well-timed squeeze of my fingers around her throat to send her hurtling over, wailing out her pleasure as she cums.

My orgasm slams into me at the same time, and nothing in the world could convince me to pull out of the tight, clenching heat of her perfect pussy. I toss my head back and groan as I fill her up, grinding into her with the instinctual need to somehow get even deeper.

I meant to pull out, but she just tightens her thighs around my hips and throws her head back, obviously enjoying the feeling.

Who am I to deprive her of something she so obviously needs?

I’m sure she’s on birth control anyway. There’s no way David would let her walk around unprotected with how uptight he is. Whatever. I feel too good to worry about it right now, my head fuzzy with endorphins and pleasure still ringing through my body. I’ll double check with her later.

Right now, I just want to watch her blink, exhausted and sweet, up at me as she comes down from her own high.