Page 40 of Her Ex's Father
He presses one last kiss to my pussy and stands, towering over me, shirt and jacket rumpled. I pull the latter from his shoulders, then start working on the buttons of his shirt, standing on tip toe to kiss him. To taste myself on his lips.
Ben moans against my mouth, hand cradling the back of my head as I fumble the buttons, finally pushing the shirt off his shoulders and dragging my palms down the hard ridges of his body. His erection is like iron against my thighs and my mouth waters as I pull away.
“Go sit on the couch.”
He cocks a brow, giving me a lopsided smirk. “I thought I was the one giving orders.”
Shaking my head, I walk backward carefully. He can’t resist following. The straps slip off my shoulders easily, dark silk pooling at my feet as my body is finally exposed to him.
“You wanted to thank me. I have an idea of how you can do that.”
He moves forward hungrily, quickly, pulling me against his body. My nipples peak against his hot skin as he devours my mouth once more, then whispers, “I like your ideas, Madeline. Show me what you’ve got in that brilliant brain of yours.”
Triumph thrills through me as I step away and take him in. His cock presses against the charcoal fabric of his trousers, unmistakably throbbing.
“Take those off.”
Benedict Bronson does as I say. Slowly. His eyes on me as the beltclanksopen, slides off, hits the floor. He flicks open the button and steps out of his trousers, only dark boxers barely masking how badly he wants this.
“Those too.” My smirk mirrors his. He shakes his head, but follows my orders, shucking off the boxers and standing bare before me.
For just a moment I want to do what he did earlier; drop to my knees, worship him. Feel the hot, hard, silky length of him at the back of my throat, making me gag.
Instead, I repeat my earlier demand: “The couch.”
Ben obeys, sauntering over to the couch and dropping onto it, his arms spread along the back. His cock bobs upright, precum weeping from the tip, and it’s all I can do to keep my composure as I move toward him and straddle his lap.
I press a kiss to his neck, feel him shiver, and reach down to grip his length. Somehow just touching him makes me want him even more. Twice now Ben has brought me to climax, but the first time he took me from behind. It was fast, hot, a tsunami that drowned out my logic before I could savor the moment.
And at the cabins… he wouldn’t let me touch him, just brought me to orgasm with those perfect fingers.
Now, though, I can take my time. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I barely drop down on it, eyes rolling back as just the tip stretches me.
“God, Maddie,” Ben moans, his arms coming down to wrap around me. But I tighten my thighs, refusing to take him fully yet.
“Mm mm,” I chastise, barely bobbing up and down, letting him breach me over and over—listening as he starts to pant, his fingers digging into my lower back.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he grounds out, and my hips drop down until his cock is fully seated inside, painand pleasure arching my back. Ben’s grip tightens and he rocks me forward, the obscene sounds of just how wet I am filling the room.
“I think about this,” I gasp, rising up only to crash down again, riding his cock, “every time I see you sitting in your office. Legs spread just like this. I think about how badly I want to ride you and feel you stretch me like this.”
Ben lets out a quiet curse, leaning forward and burying his face in my tits as the pace quickens. He licks, bites, a messy mix of affection and lust as I get wetter and wetter, my walls gripping at his cock desperately with every roll of my hips. Ben’s hands grasp my ass, and he bounces me up and down at a bruising pace, each jerk pulling a whimper or moan from me as I get closer and closer to coming.
Then, abruptly, he braces me at the very tip of his cock. My pussy clenches uselessly, clit throbbing.
“At the restaurant,” he growls, a hand coming around to massage my breast gently, “you told them Iknow a woman’s bodybetter than any of those idiots you’ve fucked around with.”
I nod, the dirty words coming from his mouth only heightening how crazed I am for him. I try to rock my hips forward, but he gives my ass a sharp slap, eyes on mine.
“What made you say that, Maddie?”
A stream of thoughts jumbles together in my head, mouth parting. What do I say? That every word was true? That I’m constantly impressed by him, that he’s more than just his money, that this town is full of morons if they think less of him for marryingme?
“I wanted them to know that you were going to take me home,” I whisper, voice shaky, “and fuck me right.”
He thrusts up into me, slowly, like a reward. I can’t stop the whimper as his cock bottoms out, then pulls out quickly.
“You like the way I fuck you?”
