Page 11 of Toro

“More than air,” she whispered and he responded by catching her mouth again, sending her spiraling back to the point of no control with only the touch of his lips.

Bull couldn’t fathom her reaction to him. He’d never experienced this white-hot passion with anyone before, it surged through his blood and sparked across his skin.

“I need you, Benedict.”

“God, I need you too, baby.” His hands were all over her, tangling in her hair, then tugging at her mask.

“No, leave it on,” she cautioned him. “Please.”

Bull snarled but moved on, pushing the vest she wore from her shoulders and tugging at the buttons on her blouse. While his fingers were busy, so were hers, tearing open his shirt and letting her palms graze the golden mat of hair on his chest in fascination. His mouth trailed the graceful arch of her throat and as he unveiled the upper swells of her breast, his lips moved down to nuzzle the creamy mounds. Gone were any doubts about his ability to perform, he’d never been harder in his life. “I wish we were somewhere else, somewhere so I could lay you down on a soft bed instead of taking you up against a hard wall.” In awe, Bull let his eyes rake over her.

“I don’t care, Benedict. I don’t want to wait.” Her eyes were closed, her whole body shaking with overwhelming sensation as she reached up and tugged the cups of her bra down. When she did, her breasts popped up and she bowed her back, offering them to him.

“Are you real?” he whispered, not understanding how he’d passed through the gates of heaven without realizing.

“Touch me and see.”

Bull was on fire, every nerve throbbing, every muscle bunched. His own arousal was on overload, he had no more control than she did. When she held out her hands for him, he moved against her gladly. Immediately her arms wrapped around him and her fingers wove through his hair.

Their lips ate at one another with hunger and she felt the raspy pleasure of his hair-roughened chest caressing the aching tips of her breasts. Between them, she could feel his powerful arousal rubbing against her and she pressed closer to him, aching to open the cradle of her thighs and welcome him inside. “Oh, please, Benedict, I can’t wait.”

“My God, you’re a wild little thing. You’re as fearless in bed as you are in the bullring, aren’t you?” Bending his head, he took one swollen nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. And when he did, wild wasn’t a word that even applied anymore. The woman in his arms flared up in a blaze of glory. Her hands slid up and raked at his hair, clutching a handful hard enough to sting, and letting out the sexiest cry he’d ever heard.

Isabella was shaking, his hands on her body were so mind-blowingly pleasurable that she could feel no shame, no doubts. All she could process was elation, this was what lovemaking should be like, this was what she’d dreamed about. When Benedict’s lips left her breast, she tried to draw him back.

“No, I need this,” he whispered, going to his knees. Yes, he was taking a risk. According to his wife, he wasn’t good at this – but by damn, he was going to give it a shot. If desperate craving could make a difference, he was up to the task. In a few moments, he had her bare, her clothes laid gently to one side.

Standing nude in the storage room with a relative stranger, where anyone could enter at any moment, should have filled Isabella with apprehension. Instead, she was mesmerized by the sight of her big cowboy kneeling in front of her. “Benedict?” she asked a question that needed no answer.

“Open for me, goddess.”

Placing a hand behind one of her knees, he lifted it onto his shoulder and buried his mouth between her thighs. “Oh, my God! Dios!” Isabella cried out at the exquisite sensations. “Oh, please, please, don’t ever stop,” she begged, clutching his hair in abject ecstasy. Gasping. Writhing. Panting. She surrendered to the delight of Benedict Carson kissing and licking her pussy, tonguing her clitoris, sucking on the small pearl until she was mindless with pleasure. “Now, Benedict, now! Please! I must have you inside me!”

Bull was on fire. This beautiful woman was responding to him just like he’d dreamed the right one would. How had this happened? How had fortune smiled down on him out of the blue? Rising to his feet, he felt unsteady, but he wanted to give his goddess what she asked of him. Even as he felt in his back pocket, he cursed. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m safe,” Isabella whispered. “I’m on the pill and I have been with no one…”

“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone either, not in a long time. God, I want you.” Bull captured her mouth in a desperate kiss while he dealt with his belt and zipper. His hands weren’t the only ones who pulled at his clothing. This amazing creature from his dreams was also helping him free his cock. When she wrapped her fingers around his girth, Bull shuddered. “It’s been so long, so long.” He hoped to high heaven he could last. If he didn’t succeed in giving this woman pleasure, he’d die.

“Take me, Benedict. I need you so.” Isabella was trembling, holding onto his shoulders. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and attempted to climb his body.

Bull groaned with mindless need, cupping her bottom and lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his hips. “Help me.” Bracing her delicate body against the wall, he took his dick in hand and began to seek entrance to her body.

She reached down to help, guiding the head of his cock to her small opening. “Oh, please…please,” she panted, her arms going back up around his neck as she pushed her hips forward, attempting to impale herself on his thick, hard shaft. “Yes…” she moaned as he entered her, pressing forward, working his way in, inch by glorious inch.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” Bull hissed the amazing relief he felt at the joining of their bodies. “I never thought it could be this good.”

Isabella couldn’t answer, because she’d surrendered to an orgasm that took them both by surprise. Clinging to his body, she buried her head in his neck and shattered in his arms. Crying out in utter ecstasy, she shook while the climax went on and on and on. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before.

Bull was stunned, he went stock still. His whole body lit up like a flare. There was no mistaking it, he could feel her fluttering all around him on wave after wave of pulsing contractions. This miracle in his arms wasn’t faking it, she was flying apart in his arms, with his cock buried deep inside of her. The truth pole-axed him, shook him to the very foundation. He’d been told he was lacking, but this beauty was in the throes of ecstasy and she made no effort to hide anything from him. Her fingers flexed, digging into his muscles. Her breasts pushed into him, her chest heaving, her back arching, her body quivering. Her lips parted and she gasped and moaned, crying out his name.

“Benedict, my Benedict!”

Bull covered her mouth, catching her words. He needed to seal her to him in any way he could. This was nothing like he’d ever experienced before and he wanted it to go on forever. At last, he began to move his hips and to his ever-loving shock, her release just kept coming, on and on, pushing him toward his own incredible peak. When he achieved it, Bull almost blacked out, he felt his body respond, the blood surging to the point of perfect pleasure. All he could do was hold her tight and pump his hips, reveling in the throbbing aftershocks, wishing he never had to let her go.

Isabella felt both undone and utterly complete. Something amazing and sacred had passed between them. “I have no words,” she whispered, kissing his lips reverently. “Thank you.”

When Bull could eventually move, he set her down gently, adjusted his clothing and helped her redress. Not a second went by that he didn’t kiss her somewhere as he made sure she was taken care of. “My beauty, I am your slave.” He had such amazing feelings soaring through his being, he wanted to pick her up and ride off into the sunset with her. “How can I let you go? How can I let you walk out of here, not knowing whether you’ll be safe or not?” He touched that damned mask. “I haven’t even seen your face. I don’t know your name.”

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