Page 61 of Resisting the Temptation (Broken Shelves #3)

Emma

T onight was the last piece of the puzzle I needed to fit into place to finally be able to feel… secure. I didn’t lose my job.

Ben didn’t lose his job.

Jordan is happy for me.

The rest of my friends are happy for me.

I’m happy for me.

Ben took their interrogation like a champ, and Jaime texted me on the way home telling me I didn’t do the man justice with my description. They all seem to love Ben, and I’m happy everyone important in my life gets along.

It was hard to focus at dinner with the weight of the plug shifting every time I moved. I’m sure my face was flushed the entire time, and I’m hoping my friends thought it’s just the single gin and tonic I drank.

But they probably knew better .

Ben kept lightly caressing my thighs or squeezing my hip. Every touch sent a spark of desire straight to my vagina, and every time I clenched my thighs together I felt the plug and my arousal heightened even more.

By the time we’re pulling into Ben’s driveway, I’m ready to fuck him in the front seat of his car, but he’s acting like we’re coming home from a normal night out.

He’s not mentioned the plug once nor given me any clue as to what he’s planning.

We walk into the house and Ben goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water, telling me about something Jaime said about…

something. I can’t focus long enough to understand what he’s saying.

“Emma, are you even listening to me?” He’s suddenly right in front of me, and I blink up at him, which must be answer enough because he chuckles. “Poor Dulzura. Are you distracted by the shiny plug in your ass?”

I nod.

Ben walks over to the couch and sits down, spreading his legs and pointing to the ground in front of him. “Take off your jumpsuit and kneel.”

I rush to obey, shucking my clothes and kneeling between his legs, eyeing the bulge in his pants. I want it.

“You’re so quick to listen tonight, honey. Are you eager to have my cock in your ass?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want it so bad.”

Ben leans back against the couch. “Take my cock out.”

I lean over and unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. He lifts his hips so I can help him pull his pants and briefs down around his thighs, his cock springing free.

“Good, now kiss it—only kiss it. Show me how badly you want it. ”

I take the base of him in my hand and place wet kisses along his length, starting at the base and working my way up to the tip. I pull his foreskin back and kiss the head, making him hiss.

“I love the way your lips feel on me, honey. Now spit on it. Get it nice and sloppy for me.”

I gather the saliva in my mouth before letting it fall from my lips and over the tip of his cock, I bring my hand up to work the wetness down his shaft, using it to stroke him.

“God, that feels so good. Put me in your mouth, Dulzura. Earn your reward.”

He gathers my hair in a ponytail and helps guide his hard cock into my mouth, I trace the veins on his shaft with my tongue, cupping his balls in my hand.

I pull back and take a deep breath before taking him as far as I can, gagging a little when he hits the back of my throat but recovering quickly.

His groans of pleasure spur me on, and I start bobbing my head in a steady rhythm. I don’t want him to come down my throat, I want him to come inside me. But if it’s what gets me the prize I’m desperate for, I’d swallow it like the good girl I am.

Suddenly, Ben pulls my hair, and I pop off of him, spit and drool dribbling down my chin.

“Alright, honey, I’m not coming in your mouth today. You’ve earned your reward. Go to the guest room, take off these pretty underthings, and get on the bed on all fours.”

I scramble to my feet and rush to the guest room, taking off my bra and panties as I go. When I get on the bed on all fours, I hear Ben behind me, clicking the door shut and kneeling behind me on the bed.

He tugs the jeweled end of the plug—something I wasn’t expecting—pulling a moan from my throat.

He chuckles as I rock back into his touch. I should be embarrassed about how needy I am for him, but I’m not. Ben loves when I become a whimpering, needy mess for him.

“Are you ready for me, Dulzura? ” he whispers.

“Yes, Daddy. Please. I need it. Need to feel you.”

“Mmm. I love it when you beg.” He pulls the plug out of me, and I immediately feel empty. The desire to beg again is strong, but I wait. I hear the click of the lube bottle and feel the cool liquid land between my cheeks.

Then, the head of his cock is there, pressing into me slowly. Even though the plug stretched me out, it’s still a tight fit, and I tense when it starts to burn slightly.

“ Fuck. You’ve got to breathe for me, honey. Let me in. Play with your clit and relax.”

I snake my hand down to my clit, feeling how wet I am as I draw tight circles and try to relax my muscles. Ben pushes in farther, the stretch seems impossible. How the hell is my body capable of this?

But then the slight bit of pain subsides, and Ben is fully seated inside me. His hips are flush with my ass and—

“God, I feel so full,” I whimper.

“You feel so good, honey. So fucking tight. A perfect fit. I’m not going to last long, but I promise to take care of you.”

I know he will. He always does .

Ben pulls out, leaving just the tip in before he thrusts back in, then he does it again and again. Setting a steady pace that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

My fingers on my clit falter, but I try my best to keep up the rhythm, wanting to go over the edge at the same time as him. A few more thrusts, and he stills. Feeling him pulse inside me sends me over edge with a sharp cry of his name.

We collapse on the bed, and Ben pulls out of me and cuddles me from behind whispering praises of how good I did for him, how proud he is of me for trying something new.

We shower together, and he washes my body like he usually does after a scene, and this time when we fall asleep, it’s with my head on his chest and his arm around my waist.