Page 99 of Resisting the Temptation
Now I’m about to fuck the object of my obsession for the last year.
“I’m going to make your pussy cream all over this cock, Cami. But you can’t come until I say.” I don’t let her respond as I thrust my hips to the hilt, groaning as the tight heat of her envelops my length.
She—
“What are you reading?” Ben’s voice makes me snap my head up.
“Uh, a romance book about a boss and his assistant.”
Ben prowls towards the bed slowly, like a panther assessing its prey. “Tell me what’s happening in the story,Dulzura.What’s got your cheeks flushed and thighsclenching?”
“He, uh.” I lick my lips, and Ben’s gaze tracks the movement. “He has her… bent over his desk. With her hands tied behind her back. He just thrust inside her for the first time after eating her out.”
Ben hums as he reaches the end of my bed, crossing his arms as his eyes rake over my body.
I’m in a cropped tank top and loose sleep shorts, but you’d think I was in the world’s finest lingerie by the look in Ben’s eyes.
The tank top is white, so when my nipples pebble under his stare, he smirks and licks his lips.
“Why did he tie her hands behind her back?”
“T-to punish her for teasing him all day in her outfit.”
Ben hums again and mumbles, “I can relate.”
He glances around the room and turns back to me with a wicked smirk after he notices the small desk in the corner of the room.
“Would you like to reenact the scene,Dulzura?Can I bend you over this hotel desk and fuck you with your hands tied?”
God, yes.
“Yes, Sir.”
Ben grabs my ankles and pulls me to the end of the bed, my Kindle tossed somewhere as I yelp.
He cups my pussy with his hand, no doubt feeling the heat radiating off of it. I’m not wet yet, but I will be soon.
“These little shorts are a tease, honey. Did you wear them just to punish me?” He teases the hem, slipping his warm fingers underneath the fabric and rubbing small circles into my thigh.
“No, Sir. They’re just comfortable to sleep in.”
Ben hums as he removes his hands and traces them slowly up my sides. “What about this thing you call a shirt? Hm? Your nipples are practically begging for my tongue. Did you wear this just to get my attention?”
He pinches one of my nipples to punctuate his question, and I let out a loud moan.
“N-no, Sir.”
“I don’t believe you,Dulzura.I think you wore this just for me. But let me tell you a secret.” He leans over and puts his mouth next to my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. “Youalwayshave my attention.”
I let out an embarrassing whimper when Ben moves off me, and he chuckles. He walks over to his duffle bag on the floor and rifles around until he finds what he’s looking for—an emerald green necktie.
“This is the only tie I brought with me for this trip,Dulzura.I think it’ll work for what I have planned, though. Then every time I wear it, I’ll think of you, bent over and at my mercy.” He tosses it on the bed before standing between my legs again.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulls them off my legs slowly, groaning when he finds I’m not wearing panties.
“No panties,Dulzura?That’s naughty.”
“It’s to let my pussy breathe at night, Sir.”
