Rushing the Goal
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“God, yes,” he moaned, pressing his thumb against her clit as her body shook with the aftershocks of her climax. Arching off the wall, her body vibrated, and when she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt, she almost cried in relief.
Finally.
“Condom, shit, hold on—”
“Birth control,” she muttered, holding him in place.
“Bed?”
“No. Here.”
His lips curved against hers, his bare cock pressing into her center. God, he was big. A shiver ran through her body as she met his gaze, his lips moving against hers as he asked, “Here?”
“Right here,” she demanded, taking ahold of him and directing him to her entrance. She had wanted wall-banging sex from him since she’d seen him in those Assassins sweat pants. Taking her by the back of her knee, he opened her more and then slowly thrust inside of her. One thrust, completely filling her to the hilt, and she was sure the neighbors heard her scream.
“Oh, oh, Benji,” she gasped, holding on to him for dear life.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he practically whimpered, moving out very slowly and then just as slowly back in, both of them moaning as he disappeared inch by inch inside of her. Her whole body trembled, her pussy clenching him as her fingers bit into the back of his neck. As he moved out of her, his fingers bit into her knee as she slowly shook her head. Meeting her gaze, he smiled as his nose moved against hers, his thrusts becoming more demanding, more forceful. Each one took her breath away, her cries mixing with his moans as he pounded into her.
At one point, she forgot her name.
But when he took her behind her other knee, pressing her knees into the wall and proceeding to fuck her stupid, she was pretty sure she would never remember said name. Holding on to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, she watched him. Sweat was dripping down his neck, his shirt was wrinkled to hell, his hips were gorgeous, and fuck, he was beautiful. His jaw was clenched and she knew he was almost there. She could feel it.
But before he could come, he pulled out, dropping to his knees and burying his face between her legs.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out, and she was surprised she wasn’t scared she was going to hit the floor.
But he had her.
Boy, did he have her.
As he moved his tongue along her lips, she closed her eyes, arching off the wall as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and then blew on it. Crying out, she trembled as he flicked his tongue along her, her whole body going taut. His fingers bit into her knees as her fingers squeezed his shoulders, and she was sure he was going to be bruised tomorrow. She didn’t think he cared, though, because he was ruthless, his tongue doing damage against her pussy. And when she came…
She came hard.
But she couldn’t even bask in it before he was standing, lifting her up the wall and reentering her in one fell swoop.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she panted as he started to pound into her, her body squeezing his as he pushed in to the hilt, filling her completely before doing it all over again. Over and over again, until a harsh yell left his lips and he stilled, arching into her before her name fell from his lips. He filled her as her body shook with her own orgasm, her pussy clenching him, milking him. Her eyes were shut, and as she pulled in deep breaths, she swore she had never felt this good in her life. That orgasm was due eight years ago, and still the blinding pulsation of it had her gasping for breath. Her whole body was on fire as he pressed his forehead to hers, his lips moving very slowly against hers while they both fought for air.
Good Lord, did that really just happen?
When she opened her eyes, he was watching her, his eyes dark. Yeah, she was pretty sure she was about to come again. And when he pushed against her, his pubic bone pressing into her swollen, pulsing pussy, to her surprise, she did. She came all over his dick, again. As she cried out, her body shaking, nothing but white-hot lust was in the gray depths watching her come, and boy, was it breathtaking. If she thought being hugged by him was heaven, she was wrong, so damn wrong. Because being fucked by Benji Paxton was out of this world.
And she wanted more.
Threading his hands in Lucy’s hair, he opened his eyes, meeting her surprised gaze as her pussy squeezed him.
“Wow,” he gasped and she grinned.
A real one. Dimples, bright eyes, the whole nine. Her face was red, her lips swollen, and her hair was a mess all falling in her face. But he thought she was the most beautiful creature known to man. And he’d made love to her. Hard.
“Wow is one way to put it,” she whispered against his lips. She kissed him softly and then kissed the side of his mouth, a grin curving her lips. “Jeez, I just wanted a hug.”
He chuckled, his nose moving along hers. “You started it.”
“And you finished. I wasn’t expecting that at all.”
“Me either,” he admitted softly before lifting her off the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped out of his jeans and headed toward his room. “But I’m nowhere near done.”
He sat her on the edge of the bed. “No?” she asked as he moved her dress up and over her body, throwing it on the floor.
“Not even close to being done,” he said roughly as she looked up at him, her hair a mess as her lips curved. The bra she wore didn’t cover much since it was completely lace, and man, he was about to drool all over himself. “That’s a nice bra.”
She giggled before looking down at it, but when she went to look up at him, she paused at his cock. “And that’s a nice cock.”