Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Bennett
T he moment my cock slid onto her tongue, I knew I was in trouble. I almost came right then. All my grand plans of skull-fucking the shit out of her went right out the window.
I don’t want to be known as a two-pump chump. In certain circles, I’m known for my stamina, and I can’t have this temptress running back to New York with tales of my failure. But something about this girl puts my balls into overdrive.
“Turn over and raise that ass in the air,” I say. Watching her tits bouncing around as I rail her won’t exactly help me with my problem. If she’s facing away from me, I can close my eyes and think of other shit without offending her.
She rolls over and stuffs a few pillows under her stomach before looking at me over her shoulder. “Don’t go easy on me,” she says. “Fuck me like you hate me, Bennett.”
“That won’t be hard to do,” I say as I get behind her and wrap her hair around my tightening fist. “I do hate you.”
I snatch back her head, and her spine arches beautifully. Her slender fingers curl around the sheets, gripping, tearing, rending them as sweet pain sizzles through her scalp. With my free hand, I aim my cock at her glistening entrance and force my way inside.
“How are you so fucking tight ?” I ask through gritted teeth.
She sucks in a breath as I push forward, stretching her around my girth. Her hand whips to the side, and she grabs another pillow from the other side of the bed, which she takes between her teeth. Then she backs into me, taking the last few inches without my assistance.
I’m in trouble.
Her hips bounce as she rocks on my cock, trying to chase the pleasure I can’t give her without coming too quickly. I knew being inside her would be amazing, but I didn’t anticipate or appreciate the full effect of her body. All of it.
She releases the pillow from her mouth and peers at me over her shoulder. “Little help?”
I snatch her hair, turning her face toward the headboard again. If she wants me to fuck the shit out of her, so be it.
After transferring my grip from her body to the headboard, I push inside her and bring a whimper from her throat. But I don’t stop. I don’t ask if she’s okay or if she needs me to be gentle. She asked that I fuck her like I hate her, so that’s what she’s going to get for a total of fifteen seconds.
I close my eyes—the visuals are too much—and plow into her with every ounce of hatred I can muster. Each time I ram my hips forward and curl them slightly, I’m rewarded with a muffled scream. I can’t tell if she’s crying out in pleasure or pain, and I don’t care anymore.
But those sounds are another problem entirely. Each whimper squeezes my cock to the beat of her spasming pussy walls. Not even visions of a naked Grim can chase away my orgasm now. I release the headboard and grip her hips, pulling her ass against me as I fill her.
“Are you coming inside me?” she squeals in a whisper. “Bennett! What the fuck?”
She tries to scramble away, but I keep her ass tucked against my pelvis, right where it belongs. By the time I release her, I’ve left red marks on her hips that will be bruises within the hour.
With a frustrated squeal, she dips her hand between her legs and tries to hurry to the bathroom. I grab her arm and yank her against me before she can get more than a few steps away.
“Hey, I said you have to keep my come between your legs while you eat lunch. You aren’t leaving this room any other way.”
“Bennett, honey...” She laughs. She actually fucking laughs as she plucks my hand from her arm. “I had sex with you to answer a burning question in my mind. The question is answered, and unless I want burning questions in my vagina, I’m going to clean up.”
This bitch.
I follow her into the bathroom, pushing through the opening before she can shut the door in my face. “Is this because I came too fast? Look, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and you’re insanely hot.”
She grabs a rag from the rack by the sink and begins running it under the warm tap. In the mirror, I see the way she tries to hide her laughter by pressing her lips together.
“Give me another shot,” I say. “I’ll fucking show you. I’ll come prepared.”
“I don’t know . . .”
“Come on. You’ve been keeping me worked up for days now. Next time, I’ll be ready.”
She waves the rag in my face, trying to shoo me out of the room. “Can I wash my pussy in peace, please? I don’t want to miss another meal!”
With a sigh, I turn for the door. “Okay, but this isn’t over.”
And it’s not. The first moment I have alone with Cat, I’ll make up for this.