Page 90 of If Only In Our Dreams

I could admit that now.

I’d wanted to be full of him. To have his complete attention. To suck and lick, and sink low, low, low. He cursed again, stroking his fingers through my hair, over my cheeks, and thumbing where my lips stretched wide.

When I glanced up again, the expression on his face made my skin feel hot.

He lookedwrecked.

Completely fucking wrecked.

The way he’d wanted to wreck me.

His legs were shaking, like he was doing everything he could not to snap up into my mouth and choke me. The sadistic gleam in Ben’s eyes made it obvious he’d thought of doing just that. And that was…fuck.

That wassohot.

I latched onto his hips, gently urging him deeper, trying to convey to him just how badly I wanted him to give in to his desire to fuck me. Ben was a bit of a bully when he was horny—and that paired with his normally serious and soft demeanor was simply the sexiest discovery I’d ever made.

He was exactly what I’d always wanted.

Ben hesitated, but after the second time I tugged on his hips, he gave in.

Snap went his pelvis, sinking till his crown was snug in the back of my throat and his balls slapped against my chin. I choked. And it wasn’t even on purpose. He was simply that fucking big. Gagging, my eyes burned as Ben pulled me off his dick.

“No,” I whined, when it slipped free, slapping sticky-wet against his tight belly. “Iwantit.” My voice was fucked-out andhoarse. Sounded like I did when I was on tour after back-to-back performances.

Ben arched his eyebrow at me, waiting for a solid—painful—ten seconds to see if I’d change my mind, before a sly, evil smirk spread across his lips and he was shoving me back down onto his fat cock. Slow and easy, every time I tried to speed up or take more than he wanted me to he’d pull my hair till it stung and force me to comply.

And every time he did, pleasure would zing up my spine, zipping through my body all the way to my toes.

I’d told him I liked a little pain, and fuck—he was perfect—because rather than make me beg for it, he simply gave me what I wanted.

After teasing me for what felt like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, Ben let me have what I wanted. With my face smashed against his pelvis and his cock down my throat, I found the peace I’d been searching for.

The world was quiet aside from the steady swoosh of his breath and my own needy grunts. My mind drifted, my lashes fluttering as Ben pressed into me, grinding against my mouth like I was nothing more than a sleeve for him to fuck.

My dick wanted to wake up again. I could feel it, twitching back to life, as I pulled up then pushed down, urging Ben to move. He grabbed my face with both hands, the molten hot skin causing more tingly buzzing to dance through my body as he followed my lead and began to fuck my face in earnest.

Smack, smackwent his balls against my chin, the skin soft and prickly in a way that made me feelcrazy. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. There were no sleepless nights, there was no trip to L.A. looming over me. My contract didn’t need to be signed. The world didn’t feel too big. There was just Ben, and his monster cock, and the way he pounded me like I’d been desperate all my life to be pounded.

When he came it was so far down my throat I couldn’t taste it.

Once, twice, three times he fucked me, rhythm stuttering as he rode out his high. His eyes were darker than coal, his face flushed. Sexiest of all, however, was the way he bore his teeth at me, pearly white and flashing,

“Fuck,” Ben swore again, using his grip on my hair to pull me from his dick. I made sure to give it one last, lingering suck on my way off. Ben’s eyes rolled back, and I shuddered, aching to make him make that face again. He cracked a smile, eyes drifting shut. “Maybeyoushould be the one in prison,” he hummed, teasing me.

“Because of my superior cock-sucking skills?” I asked, voice scratchy and quiet. I eyed his balls thoughtfully, debating if he’d let me sink down to suck on them like I’d wanted.

“Goddamn,” Ben shuddered, like the sound of my voice like this was enough to get him going again.

And then he yanked me up the bed, hauling me into him, all our sweat-sticky skin pressing together as he fluttered kiss after kiss against my lips, my cheeks, my ears, my throat. His hands smoothed down my body, finding my ass, and slip-sliding along my still-lubed crack.

“Ben,” I whined, my hard dick jutting out at him.

I couldn’t believe it’d managed to get hard a second time in one night.

“Up here,” Ben’s voice was a low command. My limbs were fuzzy and my head was full of cotton so it took me a second to respond. “Now, Robin.”

Up I went, straddling his face as his big hands cupped and squeezed my ass cheeks and he pulled my hips forward to feed my dick into his mouth.

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