Page 119 of Consumed By You

“Ugh,” he says with disgust, and I drop my head against his shoulder.

“You should probably get that.”

“They can wait.”

“Ben, it might be important!” I squeal as he spins, dropping me onto the bed. He’s grinning wickedly, discarding his clothes onto the floor in seconds.

“I don’t care.” His deep rasp sends shocks straight to my needy sex.

I’m trying to get my boots off when he leans down to help me, already completely naked. They land on the floor with a thud and he grabs the button of my jeans, sliding them off within seconds so I’m on the bed in only my undergarments.

The phone rings again and he groans, reaching down for it. I lay my head back and try to calm my breathing. He’s standing completely naked in front of me, hard-on and all, and it’s taking everything I have not to consume his cock with my mouth.

He barely checks the number before he answers, his voice glacial. “Do not call me again.”

Holy shit.

He ends the call and lays the phone on the desk, next to the bed.

“Whoever that was is probably terrified right now,” I point out.

“No, they’re used to it.”

I sit up. “You look tense.” I scoot to the edge of the bed and lay my hands on the back of his thighs. He shivers beneath my touch when I bring him closer to me. “Let me fix that.”

I envelop him in my mouth and try not to smile in triumph when his head falls back. With a hiss, he curls his fingers into my hair, guiding my mouth onto his smooth cock.

“Fuck, Darcy, your mouth is so good.” I look up, witnessing his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He’s never looked hotter than in this moment. I move back then and take his heavy girth into my hand, focusing my mouth solely on the tip of his cock, gently coaxing the base with slow, repetitive motions. His breathless praises are spurring me on, making the area between my thighs pool with slick arousal. His hand is out of my hair then and undoing the clasp of my bra. I manage to pull back long enough to let it fall beneath me.

“Fuck,” he moans as I slide my hand along the full length of him, peering up heatedly. Unable to take it any longer, I slide one of my hands into my underwear.

I take in the pleasure of his gaze upon me as I do this.

“I can hear how ready you are,” he growls.

“I’m so wet for you.” He fists my hair and pulls me up to him. His lips are on mine, our teeth clashing, his hands on the corners of my thong, pulling it down.

“Take me,” I beg. He spins me around and bends me over the bed in one swift movement.

Holy shit.

His cock presses against my heat, rubbing rhythmically before he plunges into me…hard.

“Fuck!” I cry, clutching the comforter with both hands. Dear god, I hope these walls aren’t thin. I drop my head down in pleasure as he takes me, fast and hard, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place.

“Do you like this? You like me fucking you?”

“Yes!” I moan when his palm stings my backside. I jump, surprised my body flinched with pleasure at the smack. He’s never been this forceful, this free before with me. His cock leaves my sex and he gets on the bed, curls his arm around my waist from behind, pressing kisses to my shoulder as he pulls me up onto my knees so our bodies are upright, flush against each other.

His cock is filling me again and I already know I’m close to having the most intense orgasm of my life. He gives it his all, touching every corner of my body, punishing me with deep, shattering thrusts.

“You’re trembling,” he whispers heatedly into my ear, cupping my heavy breasts, tugging just enough on my peaked nipples to make me hiss.

“It feels so good,” I choke out, holding each side of his waist to support myself. Sweat drips down our bodies despite the temperature of the room. Everywhere he touches is sensitive skin, and as his hands leave my chest and travel lower, I feel as if even the slightest movement will make me come.

“Come with me, Darcy,” he demands, an arm caging my chest to hold me upright. My head snaps back, unable to support itself any longer, dropping back to his shoulder. His hand travels up to my slender throat, fingers wrapping around the tunnel as his wet mouth drags from my cheek to my mouth, devouring me whole. My nails dig into his arm excruciatingly as I’m finally bludgeoned by the pain and pleasure of his unfaltering attention. With his ragged breath on my neck, he stills too, spilling his seed within me in deep, virile spurts.

With a low noise of sheer contentment, my mouth parts open against his. He moves the damp hair from my face, releasing his chokehold on my neck. Without the support, I literally can’t keep myself up. I fall back onto the bed with a thump, thinking I may have bruises on my stomach from the strength of his grip.