Page 17 of Claimed By the Don

Coming home was dangerous.Thisis downright self-destructive. The craving in my body roars for him, urges that were dormant, that I haven’t felt stir since the day I drove away from this town, blaze back to life.

I fumble getting his tie off, and he whips my t-shirt over my head. His arms go around me circling my bare back and he hugs me, his face pressed to my chest. I swear he feels like home, and I feel a tremor in his thick, strong arms. I stroke his hair. It’s dizzying, life flooding back into my body like I’ve been half-asleep all this time.

His big hands on my rib cage lift me to his mouth. Benny takes my nipple between his teeth and sucks hard, drawing on me, and I feel a pull of sensation that runs straight between my thighs. I clutch his head to me; I try to grind against his lap. I ride the high of his skilled caress on my sensitive nipples and the spike of joy that comes with knowing it’s Benny’s mouth on me, Benny’s long fingers dipping into the waistband of my shorts.

My entire body bows back, a snap of pleasure zapping down my chest into my belly. My head falls back. Only his arm around me, his hand down my shorts saves me from toppling onto the floor. He lifts me then, greedy for more of me, his mouth on my stomach, kisses down the line of my hip. My hands scrabble for his shoulders, hands full of his shirt as I grope him.

Benny turns us now, and I only know his mouth is gone from my skin and I make a petulant sound, needy. I’m on my knees on the couch, and he’s behind me. I look over my shoulder and he runs a hand down my spine over the curve of my ass. He jerks my shorts and panties down, and I am so far gone I can hardly help him get rid of them. I ache, a pulse beats between my legs frantic and rough. He engulfs me, wraps around me from behind, his mouth on my cheek and my neck.

“I’ve got you,” he says. One long finger traces my seam. I buck helplessly. “Hold on,” he says, and I grip the top of the couch, restless, and push my hips back.

His deft fingers tease through my wet folds, every touch earning him a moan or a whisper of encouragement.

He reaches around and cups my mound with his big, hot hand, giving me a tiny brush of his fingertip across my clit. The jolt of pleasure fills me and I try not to cry out. I bite my lips through the rush of ecstasy without screaming his name. My stomachmuscles clench and I shake, wanting more but afraid of the intensity. My vision goes red at the edges from the possessive way he holds me. I want to melt, to collapse onto the couch beneath me. He moves down my body, and I feel paralyzed by desire.

I feel the heat of his mouth, the stiff tip of his tongue traces my slit. My legs shake and threaten to stop holding me up. A single long lick of his hot tongue strokes from my trembling channel to the stiff throbbing bud of my clit. The relentless slow lick makes me jerk like I’m electrocuted. I slap the wall with my open hand, hips rocking back for more.

He does it again and I make an animal sound. Benny Falconari is eating me out in his office, and that dirty thought alone is almost enough to make me come.

He's so good at this. He holds my thighs, massaging them. Stroking his thumb closer to the place where I’m so wet for him. The teasing caress is so intense, my response is stronger than any orgasm I’ve had since the day I left him. Everything else is a pale shadow of this, and I push back against his face, his fingers. I want to take and take, to come apart in his hands. I don’t think I can survive this, and I try to scramble away, my body pulsing and tingling, my pussy desperate to be filled by him.

I’m so wound up, so on edge that I need to take a minute, take a breath. I crawl forward and turn over, laying on my back. He’s on me then and notches himself between my thighs. I feel the good weight and size of him as he crowds me, swamps me, drags me under again. He covers me, his mouth on mine. I gasp and welcome the invasion of his tongue, stroke it with my own. My arms go around him, fingers gripping the fabric of his white shirt. I hear him loosen his belt, the hiss of his zipper. I twist and wriggle beneath him restless and eager. He nips my lip, pressesme down into the couch with the weight of him and I grab his butt and squeeze. He grins, and that grin is devastating. I feel a silly smile on my own face in response. I push his pants off his hips and get my hands on his smooth, hot skin. He belongs to me, I think, as I touch him experimentally. He is mine. Always has been.

I can’t meet his eyes with that thought in my head. I try to turn away, face to the wall, but he catches my chin and turns me to face him.

“Look at me,” he says. “I need to see your face when I finally have you,” he says. I look up and meet his eyes. Beautiful dark eyes, pupils blown wide, meet mine. He reaches between us, fingertips grazing my pussy.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder for an instant. He works two fingers in my tight passage, stroking and twisting, stretching me. Getting me ready for his invasion. I love this, the intimacy of it, the gentleness. I kiss his temple, his cheek. He takes my mouth again suddenly, his tongue exploring and claiming every part of me. I give an involuntary shudder as he withdraws his fingers. It almost hurts to be empty now and I peck my lips against his, a cue.

Benny grabs my leg behind the knee and hitches it up, making more room for himself. He notches the thick head of his cock at my entrance, rubs his salty wetness around my lips. When he is barely in, filling me only at the opening, he cups my cheek. “Ready?” he asks me.

I nod and grit my teeth against the heavy slide of his cock entering me. When he penetrates me, I nearly come up off the couch. My nails score his shoulders, his forehead pressed to mine. I turn my head and lick a drop of sweat off his jaw that hastracked down his temple from the effort of holding still. He pulls out, slick, and slides all the way back in to the hilt.

We cling to each other as we rock in this desperate rhythm. His mouth is against my ear, whispering that he needs me to come, that he can’t until I do, I feel too good, so tight and wet, he can’t stand it.

He’s been so deliberate and controlled, all maddening skill until now. Some tether he’s had on himself snaps. He abruptly sits and scoops me up onto his lap. He’s on his knees and I straddle his beefy thighs while he holds me up and just stuffs me full. I cry out at the force, the wildness of his thrusts that have no steady rhythm.

He grinds into me, his fat cock stuffing me and his pelvic bone grinding into me right where I need it the most. Breathless, it seizes me then, and I come apart. My inner muscles quiver as I try to clench around his thick invasion but there’s no room. I bear down and grit my teeth against the maddening pressure and the clear, bright rush of my climax as it drives me over the edge. I thrash in his grip as the pleasure takes me.

He must have self-control made of titanium because he keeps thrusting until I’m so wrung out that I sag limply against him. He cups the back of my head and cradles me against him, still buried deep inside me. I feel lax, loose-limbed as I turn my face to his throat, licking and sucking. He groans, says, “Jesus, Daze,” as he breathes hard. All I can think or feel is a sharp instinct to claim him. I let the impulse take me and supposed to be a chuckle turns into a moan as I rock my hips a little, keep him buried inside me and grind on him.

Gone is the tender embrace. He grabs my ass in a bruising grip and moves me faster until I’m riding him hard. It seemsimpossible but he swells inside me, even harder, somehow bigger still. I gasp, my hand sliding down my belly. I can feel him so deep in me that I think for a moment I can touch him, my fingers trailing just below my belly button in wonder as I stop sucking his neck long enough to look up at him.

His eyes are shut tight, and his lips parted. I seal my mouth to his and feel his indrawn breath. Our tongues tangle, and I can’t believe I lived so long without kissing this man. I slide down his length and up again, my fingers close around the base of him. I need to find the angle, get my balance and concentrate on bringing him pleasure.

His eyes are still shut, head thrown back, one hand gripping my hip. He reaches between us, finding my clit like he’s got a compass. He shifts beneath me, bucks his hips up to meet my measured rocking strokes. A surge of joy flows through me, and I brace my palms on his chest. I arch my back and ride him. I say his name and his eyes snap open. His gaze darkens, hunger and astonishment warring for dominance. He covers my hand with his, pressing my palm over his heart, and holds my eyes as I ride him.

He catches my lips and as soon as I open for him, he surges up into me, the hot rush of his climax pouring into my body as he goes rigid beneath me, pounds me and fills me as only he ever has. That pulsating shock makes me flutter and clench again. A yearning impulse to hold him inside me drowns out common sense.

He shifts us and lays on his back with me on top of him. Benny’s strong arms are around me like a fortress. My bare legs tangle with his expensive dress pants. The thud of his heart against my cheek, his fingers in my tumbled hair—it is exquisite andbittersweet. It feels familiar, like stepping back in time, but new as well.

My body has changed so much since then—I wonder how much he noticed—the stretch marks, the softer belly, the width of my hips. I wouldn’t let myself be embarrassed or apologize. My body has carried me this far, imperfect and scarred but still whole and still mine. He, unfairly, has only grown more handsome. The lanky boy I had known has grown into his height, filled out and worked out until he looks and feels powerful, solid.

He feels so much likehomethat I can hardly breathe.

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BENNY

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