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I nod.

“Mmm, such a good fucking girl.”

Ben lets up for a moment, shuffling behind me, and then he’s slipping his hard cock underneath the wet fabric of my thong to nudge against the entrance of my pussy. His hips knock forward and he slides home in one thrust, pelvis pressing into the curve of my ass so tight, I can feel the outline of his zipper flayed open.

It feels so good being so full. My eyes roll upward, and I let them stay there because he can’t tell me to keep my eyes on him like this.

He picks up the pace after only a moment, hips slamming into me until he’s scooting me up the bed with each thrust. Pulling on my mouth with his fingers, my head tilts, drool spilling over the side of my lips, and I already feel like my head is in the clouds. Bracing against the bed with my palms, I push against the force of his cock slamming into me and shudder when the pleasure swirls in my limbs, builds in my veins.

I raise my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust and enjoying the way he moans despite telling me to be quiet.

“You take my cock so fucking well, baby girl.”

Ben shudders over me when my pussy clamps down around his cock. But I can’t help it that I love when he calls me that.

His fingers tighten in my mouth, pulling harder, until I’m nearly looking over my shoulder. I catch a glimpse of him flushed and panting over my back as he hammers into me, and I nearly float out my body.

He lets me go suddenly and I moan unabashedly, not fucking caring anymore as his hand strikes against my skin over the curve of my ass between the thrusts of his cock. He slides in and out of my pussy, smacking my ass in tandem, and it has me melting into the bed, trembling all over. Even my scalp is tingling now as my fingers grip the sheets for purchase, for some semblance of control that’s barely hanging by a thread.

“I’m gonna come,” I say quietly, because I can’t even get enough air in my lungs to say it any louder.

“Do it then.”

Ben smacks my ass again, even harder this time, and my skin stings; the pain radiates all through my spine until I’m shaking and a sob really does leave my lips.

His cock hits just right, and I fucking fall apart. And it’s not until Ben has finished and has me on my side with his arms curled around me again that I come back to myself.

I want to move to Italy even more now.

Chapter 19

“You want me to wear this to a fashion gala?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“What’s wrong withyou?”

“Emmeline.”

I release a whine and breath all at once. “Sorry, I’m just extra sassy today because you sprung this on me with zero time to prepare.”

“No, no, don’t pull that with me. I told you about it a week ago.It’s just the New York City Ballet. It also happens to be a fashion-oriented gala.”

“Justthe NYC Ballet,” I repeat in a huff. “That’s not my issue—the dress is fucking gorgeous.” My fingers run over the layers of organza that make up the skirt. “The fact that it’s agalais the problem.”

“You don’t want to go?”

I make a noise of protest because I really, really do. But it’sme.

“I’m just—this is the first time we’ve gone somewhere so public that isn’t just a date. You’re gonna be schmoozing with people, and I’m gonna have no idea what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. My mainpriority is that you’re comfortable—I won’t let you out of my sight if that makes you feel better.”

“Worried I’ll find some other old guy to go home with?”

“No, I’m worriedthey’lltry to take you home and not by asking.”

“Okay, yeah, I would not prefer that option. I’ll be your puppy for the night.”

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