Page 85 of Resisting the Temptation
Emma
Ican’t believe I begged him to kiss me like a lovesick puppy.
So stupid, Emma.
Of course he wasn’t going to do it, but I hoped…
I don’t know what I was hoping for.
“Our first kiss isn’t going to be in the middle of a scene, honey.”
Ben was gentle with his rejection, and I’m still holding onto the fact he wants to kiss me.
It’s naive, really. How I thought not kissing would keep me from falling for him. Maybe I’ve been wrong all along about kissing leading to feelings because I fell for him anyway.
Ben leads me out of the sliding glass door and onto the balcony; the cool air hitting my heated skin makes me shiver. The sounds of the strip float up to us. Horns honk, lights flash, and music pulses from somewhere nearby. From up here, the people look like little ants. I’mtoo far away to make out any features, but I can see them walking.
Couples hold hands, there are groups of friends or family laughing and chatting, holding those big cups of alcoholic slushies. I can see the performers with their big feather headdresses and a few street performers with various musical instruments.
I’ve never actually spent time on the strip, even though I’ve been to Vegas quite a few times. It would be easy to get lost in the sea of people.
Ben steps in behind me and cages me against the glass balcony—and I’m suddenly aware I’m bare-ass naked forty-two stories above an entire crowd of people.
I try to back up, but Ben stops me. “They can’t see you all the way up here,Dulzura.But what if they could?” He runs his hands up my sides and around my front to cup my breasts while he grinds his hard cock into my back.
“What if they looked up here and saw the way my cock fills your tight pussy? What if they stopped to admire what an obedient little slut you are for me? How needy you are. I bet they’d be so jealous. They’d wish they were me.”
He pinches and tugs my nipples as he talks lowly into my ear. The picture he’s painting makes me squirm but not from embarrassment.
Iwantpeople to see me—to seeus. I want them to see how Ben pleasures me. I want them to see how hot we are together. I want them to see that big girls are just as desirable as thin girls and that Benjamin Rossi goes feral for my plus size body.
I moan as his fingers trail lower and slowly rub my clit. “Yeah, you like that idea. When we get back, I’m going to take you to the club’s exhibition room. I’m going to tie you to the bed and let people see how greedy your pussy gets for me. Show everyone what a good little submissive you are for me. How delicious you are when you come.”
Ben strums my clit and alternates pinching my nipples. I shouldn’t like the thought of people watching us so much, but I do. I want Ben to show me off. Be proud of me.
I want him to claim me as his.
“Wh-what about Drew, Sir?” I whimper.
Ben pulls back and gives me a harsh slap on my ass before he growls, “Don’tevermention another man—anotherperson—when I’m about to be balls deep in your pussy. You will think only ofmewhen I’m about to fuck you. As for Drew, he can watch for all I care. Then he can spend every day at work knowing what you look like when you come, but knowing he’llneverbe the one who brings you such pleasure.”
He punctuates his declaration with another harsh slap then kicks my legs apart with his feet. “Spread your legs,Dulzura.Grip the railing because this is going to be hard and fast. I want you to scream. Let all of Las Vegas know who you belong to.”
Even though I’m skeptical of the position, I follow his command, spreading my legs and gripping the railing. Ben still has to squat to get his cock nudged at my entrance because I’m so short, but it doesn’t deter him.
He thrusts into me harshly, making me cry out at the delicious intrusion.
“That’s it, honey. Let me hear it.”
His grip on my hips will surely leave behind bruises, but I don’t care. All I care about is the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing me. Every thrust rubs the thick head of his cock along the sensitive spot inside me, coiling my orgasm tighter and tighter. The thought of someone seeing us heightens the ecstasy until I’m right on the precipice.
I’m almost at my peak when Ben pulls out of me and spins me around, lifting one leg up over his arm and thrusting into me as his other hand grabs my ass in a bruising grip. I have to stretch up on my tiptoes to keep from being lifted off the ground completely.
It’s a good thing the railing comes up to my chest because I’d be hanging over it dangerously if I were any taller.
“I need to see your face when you come,” he growls as he continues his relentless thrusting.
I don’t have much to grab onto, so I plant my palms on his shoulders, digging my nails in when he hits a particularly sweet spot.
