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I was ready to give up…but man, that development was…

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Y’all know what we’ll be getting next volume. (waggles brows)

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My mind washaving trouble processing how great volume four was doing on release day. Not only that, the entire series was taking off.

I tried to figure out what it was. What changed… Then I realized it had to be my readers gushing about the fourth book. Did people really want them together so badly? Now that I began the journey of their newfound desires for one another, it seriously made a difference.

I glanced over at Benjamin sleeping beside me. I hadn’t woken him yet even though he had wanted me to as soon as I did so that we could check out the reviews. But, I had been too nervous to wake him without looking at them first. Now I was smiling and feeling a little amazed. I couldn’t stop looking down at him… I could totally see why they wanted the two of them together now. One hundred percent.

My body hummed to life the longer I stared at his dark, thick lashes. He hadNightmare on Elm Streeton and waiting for me like he’d said he would when I got home from work last night. He made us popcorn and pizza, and it had been amazing. Benjamin was always amazing. He’d taken me on the couch during the movie, and I had climaxed just as a woman was getting killed… I had screamed louder than her.

Just thinking about it… I closed my laptop and set it aside as I moved underneath the cover and slid my hand down until I grabbed him through his briefs. He was soft, but my body was a buzzing with awareness. I hadn’t gotten a chance to truly look or touch him. He always pleased me so much that he left me no time to think—only to react and feel what he did to me.

I wanted to explore and taste him… I lifted the covers and traveled down as quietly as I could, feeling devious that I was taking advantage of a sleeping man. Only he was already growing in the palm of my hand as I stroked him through his briefs. He moved a bit. I paused as he thrust his hips into my hand. I got between his legs, pulled down his briefs and he lifted his butt in the air to help. I took that as a sign that he was possibly awake and on board, or even asleep, he was on board. I wanted to pull the covers off me so that I could devour him with my eyes. Benjamin was impressive down below. Every time he entered me, he forced me to realize just how full he made me. I sucked in a breath because I was turning myself on as I stroked my palm up and down his length. He was hot against my skin, and as I raised my head to take him in my mouth, I felt his hand slide under the covers and tangle itself into my hair. I covered him with my mouth and he hissed, pressing my face down onto his erection just as he pressed his hips forward.

“Oh, fuck, Emily.”

I whimpered myself because his reactions always turned me inside out, and the way he took control of everything sent me into a frenzy.

I couldn’t deep throat. I never cared to try to be good at giving head because it was never something I enjoyed doing, but I could see myself doing this to Benjamin whenever he wanted. I took what I could of him in my mouth, then pulled away and then back again, suctioning my mouth against him as I did. He groaned again and tossed the covers off us. His eyes caught mine, and that only seemed to make us worse. He pushed my mouth over his dick again while thrusting his hips up. He retreated when I started gagging, but in all honesty, I thought he enjoyed it when he forced my throat to react. The fact that Benjamin knew what he liked and had no problems taking from me had me squirming as I sucked him off.

“I want that ass on my face.” His voice was thick and raspy from sleep and desire. “Seriously, babe, turn around and you can go back to sucking my dick while you ride my face.”

I made a sound in my throat as I slid my lips off him, taking the chance to look at his huge length in my palms. He was big, and his skin darker there than the rest of him. He kept his dark hair trimmed, and he was so yummy looking that my stomach clenched. I eyed the head of his dick before meeting his gaze. “Can’t you let me please you?”

He leaned across the bed and grabbed his glasses off the nightstand, put them on and smirked, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes as he muttered, “Believe me, anything I do to you pleases me.”

His words gave my chest warmth. I went to take him in my mouth again and he gripped my hair to prevent me. I met his eyes again. “Where’s the dildo I got you?” My stomach fluttered and burned at his question.

“In my room,” I whispered. My stomach gave way to the flood of desire his words meant.

He raised up, and I reluctantly released his erection as he climbed out of bed. He discarded his briefs that I had slid down his legs and stood naked. He was the best thing I’d ever had the pleasure of looking at and knowing that he was my boyfriend as well as the boy that became my best friend and protector over the years had me feeling emotional. I lifted my arms up lying on my belly and placed my head in them to stop myself from weeping over looking at him.

God, he made me such a mess.

I felt him tucking his hands underneath me before he flipped me around and scooped me up in his arms. “Let’s go to your bedroom,” was what he said as he walked out of his room with me in his arms.

I eyed the side of his face as he carried me. I was equal parts weepy and so turned on by looking at him that I could only let him lead. “Where’s it at?” It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about.

“In the dresser. Top drawer,” I mumbled as he laid me down on the bed and hurried around the bed to where my dresser was. He had it in his hand within the next few seconds then he was back in front of me with a smoldering gaze that swallowed me whole.

Without words, he dropped down on my bed and laid back, bringing me toward him. “What are we doing?” I asked almost shyly.

“Bring that ass up here.” His voice held a soft command.

His dirty bedroom talk was my undoing.

When I didn’t rush to move, he twisted me around and backed me toward his face. I leaned down on my elbows as he manhandled my hips and my cheek grazed his dick. I brought my hand out to grip it. He hissed. “Now you can go back to what you were doing.”

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