Page 17 of Savage Romance
She gasped and moaned as he nestled his hard cock against her ass. Ben was usually careful with her, but right now his carnal needs seemed to ride him hard. Zoe was one hundred percent on board with him acting on his urges!
She allowed her head to dip back when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and exposed her throat to him. He took advantage of her offering right away and sensual lips brushed the sensitive skin, making her knees wobble.
She shivered when his hot breath touched her ear and whispered, “Are you going to stay nice and still for me, darlin’? Let me have my way with you? You are, aren’t you? You’re going to be my good girl and take what I give you.” He punctuated his words with a thrust and grind of his hard cock against her ass.
“Yes, yes. Oh, please.” She moaned and mumbled incoherent words; her thoughts scrambled by the lust he evoked in her.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Uh-huh.”
He cupped her pussy and two of his fingers plunged inside her. Her pussy fluttered and spasmed around them, and she almost came right there and then.
“Fight it.”
“I can’t.” She couldn’t think about anything other than the release that was tumbling toward her.
“You can and will.” He pulled his hand back and lightly grazed his fingertips over her protruding clit.
“Fu—” she snapped her lips shut before the profanity left her mouth. Growing up with a yelling and cursing stepfather had made her despise raised voices and swear words. Ben wouldn’t reduce her to Seamus’ level.
Gripping her hips, he wiggled her back to put her moist womanly folds at the right angle, lined up his cock, and slammed home.
She went onto tiptoes and braced against the tiled wall as he started to pound into her pussy, with hard, driving thrusts.
His balls hit her ass with every savage shove into her heat, and the noises of their combined moans and wet slaps of sex meeting sex battled with the sound of rushing water.
With one hand in a bruising grip around her hip, he snaked the other around her front and found her center of pleasure with uncanny precision. Her pussy clamped down on him as he teased the bundle of nerves until Zoe was ready to scream.
With one particular voracious thrust of his hips, he lodged his cock deep into her warmth and bit the muscle of her shoulder as he exploded inside her.
Whether from the sting of his teeth or set off by the twitching of his dick, her own orgasm rushed over her. Zoe dropped her head back against his chest and panted through the crescendo of sensations. Ben let go of her hip and used his free hand to grab her chin and take her mouth with gluttonous abandon.
Chapter Thirteen
Lips curved into a smile, Ben leaned a shoulder against the wall and enjoyed his woman at work. Zoe wandered through the lobby, checking out decorations, talking with people, and smoothing creases. There wasn’t much his woman missed and she made him proud. But more than her great business sense and eye for detail was her interest in and compassion for people.
The sliding door opened, and Byron Nolan entered the hotel, distracting Ben from his musings. Byron’s perceptive gaze swept the room as he limped forward, lingered for a moment on Zoe and his unreadable expression brightened.
The tall businessman walked with a purpose despite the slight hitch in his step, and he turned more than one head. Ben grinned, although Byron would notice everything and everyone, he wouldn’t return any of the interest. He was deeply invested in his beautiful submissive wife. The 24/7 power exchange his two friends had in their relationship didn’t appeal to Ben personally, but he could appreciate how Charlotte had bloomed under Byron’s directive.
After a polite greeting, Ben’s gaze involuntarily slid back to his own wife.
Byron turned his attention to Zoe as well. “She’s very good,” Byron observed. “Even after just a few months, I can see how things are running smoother here.” He turned toward Ben. “How is married life?”
“Fine.” Ben shrugged.
Byron arched a brow, the scarred side of his face puckering, and waited.
Persistent motherfucker.
“Don’t try your domineering ways on me, my friend. I’m not a submissive.”
Byron’s face relaxed into a smile. “Maybe not. But I don’t like the word ‘fine’, it’s a nugatory expression.”
Ben had to agree with him. “Especially when a woman uses the term.”
He mock-shuddered and Byron let out a laugh.
