“God, Ben, yes. Now please fuck me. I need you. You have no idea.” He only needed to be told once. He slammed into me in one strong move, and I whimpered at his size. Jesus. The size of my vibrator was nothing compared to his size. White spots glazed my vision as pain temporarily consumed me.
He cursed under his breath in apology. “Goddamn it. You’re so fucking tight. Are you okay?”
“Go slow, please. Let me get used to it.” I pulled up, trying to see his dick in me. I tried to calm my breathing. My inhaler was back at my place, and I didn’t want this to be ruined.
“No man has ever fucked you like I did, Chloe?” He tried consoling me with a deep, passionate kiss on the lips, and he slowly pulled out and thrust back, letting me stretch from his size.
“I’ve never fucked anyone since you. Like I said, you have no idea how much I need you.” There was surprise written in his eyes when his gaze snapped up to mine as if he felt honored with the information I just blurted out.
“Fucking hell. You’re all I can think about. How your tight pussy wraps around my cock. No one I fucked was as good as you, Chlo.” When my pussy was stretched and lubricated enough, we fell into a rhythm, and the pain from the penetration was long gone.
“Harder, Ben. Please. I need it.” Ben held my hands above my head as he fucked me from beneath, and I couldn’t complain because I had not felt this good in two years.
“Baby.”
“You’re so fucking good,” I panted.
“This pussy is made for me. Do you feel how perfectly we fit together? You have no idea how much I thought about you. And you were all I could think about every time I came.” I could feel the wetness oozing from me and on the mattress and all over my thighs.
“In the shower.” Thrust.
“On my fucking bed.” Thrust.
“In another woman’s pussy. Nothing compares you to anyone.” Thrust.
“Harder. Deeper, Ben. Let my fucking pussy remember your cock.” I felt the orgasm building in my stomach, and I got so excited I started to lock my legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.
“Shit. You’re gonna make me come if you continue to talk like that.”
“When I’m alone at night, all I can think about is you. And when I turn my vibrator on, I imagine it's your cock.”
“Oh, baby.”
“I’m going to come.”
“Yes. Fuck please come inside me. Harder. Harder! Please.” He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, the sound of skin slapping against skin surrounded us, along with our uneven breaths.
“Jesus Christ, Chloe. Fuck!” He thrust deeper into me one last time, and I felt him pulsating against my tight walls. “Very good. Milk my fucking cock like that.”
Then we lay there like that for a quick minute, trying to catch our breath, our hearts beating in a synchronized thump.
“You’re so good to me, Chloe.” He showered me with kisses.
Something blossomed in the pit of my stomach when he helped me up, and we went to his bathroom for a shower to clean the smell of sex from our skin. I told myself that it shouldn’t happen again, but as I was cleaning him off, he’d gotten hard again, and we ended up fucking under the cascading shower.
Our first night together came back to me because of how identical our situation was in the bathroom.
Ben insisted I stay because Sofi was already asleep, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea. It was just one—okay, three—good fucks and that was it.
There were no strings. If I stayed and he held me throughout the night, the walls I’d built for so long might crumble. And I didn’t want that. I needed to protect my heart.
So I told him that I’d rather stay at my place. He helped me with the crib, and I carried Sofi back to my penthouse and put her in her room.
Ben was waiting for me in the living room when I closed the door behind Sofi’s room. We said our goodbyes, and he reminded me that there was no turning back from the gala. When he left, and I was getting ready for bed, my heart was still beating so fast.
Sofi’s father had trouble painted all over him, and I needed to guard my heart.
Chapter twelve