Page 83 of Rebellious

He pushes my hand up my stomach, his free hand slipping in between my legs, his fingers finding my center wet and aching.

“Oh hell,” I mumble as he pushes in a finger, the bite of pain a delicious tease. My hips move on their own, desperate to get closer to the man who’s breaking me apart with only his mouth and two fingers.

“Please,” I beg.

His head rises, and he drops my hand, leveling me with a hazy gaze. “You promise, no regrets?”

I shake my head. “No regrets.”

With my promise, his fingers slip out, my body feeling cold and empty as he opens the drawer. Pulling out a foil package, he rips it open and tosses it to me.

“I figured you’d want to do it.”

I sit up, straightening my legs and letting them dangle over the edge. “You figured correctly.” Any chance I get to touch that dick, I’ll take it.

Bennett smiles, and it’s boyish and adorable as he grips his cock, giving it a few rough tugs. I scoot to the edge and ease my feet onto the floor while Bennett stands stock still, anticipating my touch with every labored breath. I don’t make him wait long. Grasping his heavy length in my hand, I lower to my knees, the cold tile hard and unrelenting as I kiss the rounded head, dripping for me. I linger there just a moment, admiring the jump and pulse of his cock, finally slipping him between my lips, the velvety skin soft against my tongue.

“No,” he says, grabbing my shoulders. “I won’t last this way.”

I grin, talking around his dick. “No one said we could only do it once.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine,” I agree. “We’ll save that for later.” Smiling, I take the wrapper and slide out the latex, rolling it onto the greatest cock in the world.

I know it’s the only cock I’ve ever seen, but it’s Bennett’s, so that makes it pretty freaking fabulous.

Bennett grunts when I’m finished, looking down at me with nothing but want. “Your turn,” I beckon, hoping the playful tone distracts him from the trembling in my hands.

“Hold on to me.” Leaning in, he slips his hands under my arms and pulls me up. I go onto my tiptoes, wrapping my hands around his neck, feeling him grip me under the ass as he hoists me up, guiding us to the shower.

The warm water rains down onto my back as he situates me against the wall, his foot propped on the lower shelf.

I take a breath, my gaze drifting between our bodies. Our chests are rising as he pulls back and stares in my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

My hands go to his face. “You won’t.”

His face is tense as he swallows hard, hesitantly nudging at my entrance.

“Kiss me,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him closer. “I promise. You won’t hurt me.”

In this beautifully broken moment, Bennett Jameson, the love of my entire life, crashes his lips to mine, his tongue slipping inside just as he pushes in, stealing my breath and my heart.

The pain isn’t excruciating, but it pinches enough that I whimper.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling back.

I kiss his lips. “I think I need a minute.”

I knew the minute the words left my mouth, I shouldn’t have insinuated I was in pain.

“We should stop.” His eyes are worried, but his body is coiled tight.

I squeeze him with my legs. “Doyouwant to stop?” There’s a teasing lightness in my tone. “Because if my pussy isn’t as awesome as you thought—”

His eyes narrow. “Shut up.”

And that is how you distract Bennett.

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