Page 98 of Everlasting Promises

He has a gorgeous trail of dark hair leading down from his navel and disappearing beneath his sweatpants. Hooking my fingers under the elastic waistband, I tug his sweatpants along with his boxers. Ben’s gaze is wary, but he raises his ass so I can pull them down and remove them, leaving him equally as naked as I am.

“Hope?”

I ignore his question as I trail my eyes up his muscular legs dusted in dark hair and admire their obvious strength. When my eyes land on his dick—long and thick—proudly reaching up his stomach, I suck in a sharp breath. Oh, my gosh.Could he be any more perfect? He’s so defined. So strong.

So here.

Ben sits up, reaching for me, but I shake my head and gently push him so he lies back. “I want to taste you. I want to make you feel good.”

He chuckles darkly. “You’ve already made me feel fucking fantastic, Cookie. You don’t need to do anything else.”

I grin seductively. “Imagine how fantastic you’ll feel with my mouth on you.” I wink, then wrap my hand around his length and dip to lick the precum from his darkened head.

He grunts as his hips bounce up. “Fuck.” His fingers slip through my hair, and he tugs until the twist comes loose. “Today was supposed to be all for you.”

I pull my mouth away from him. “Who says this isn’t for me?”

He groans and dramatically drops his head back on the pillow. “By all means, go ahead then.” I chuckle as I take thehead of his beautiful penis into my mouth. “Ah, fuck. You’re so damn perfect.” He cups the side of my face. “Your mouth feels so damn good.”

I’m so out of practice as I lick and stroke the length of Ben’s dick, but anyone would think I’m a pro from the way his hips shift and writhe. Guttural groans rumble from his throat. The man is sex personified when he’s aroused; the way his body tenses and flexes beneath my touch is such a turn on. His muscles ripple beneath his tanned, taut skin like he’s holding himself back.

His physical response to me and my touch makes me feel incredibly sexy and spurs me on to give him the best blow job. I double down my efforts, cupping his heavy balls and tightening my grip on his thick length. The corners of my mouth feel like they’re going to split apart, but I take him as deep as I can. My gag reflex is pretty much non-existent, always has been, so I take him all the way to the back of my throat and swallow around his thick length.

My eyes water as his fingers tighten their grip on my hair.

His hips thrust up.

I swallow.

He groans.

I squeeze my thighs together to stem the ache growing there.

He grips my arms, drags me off his dick, and flips me to my back, eliciting a surprised squeal.

I’m almost folded in half, with my ankles hooked over his shoulders and his cock pressed to my opening, before I know what’s happening. One hand wraps around the front of my throat, securing me to the bed, like his powerful body pinning me like a pretzel isn’t enough.

“Tell me I can fuck you,” he grumbles like he’s pissed off at the world.

This is a side of Ben I haven’t seen before. It’s a little intimidating and alothot. He’s always so easygoing and gentlemanly.

He’s anything but right now.

There’s a demand buried in his request, but I feel completely safe with him, knowing if I were to say no, he’d honor my denial. Not that I’m going to say no. He has my blood pumping and my body running so hot I may combust.

Drowning in lust, I nod and raise my hips in invitation. “Please.”

His eyes grow darker, more intense, and the veins decorating his neck bulge with power. His hold on my throat tightens a little as he bites his bottom lip as though he’s barely holding onto his control.

He notches the tip of his dick against me and pushes slightly.

My mouth drops open at the stretch, and he nudges forward a little more. A string of obscenities burst forth on a panted breath.

He stops moving, the muscles in his back straining beneath my fingers. “You okay?” he murmurs against my lips.

I nod, then lift my head to press my lips to his. He gives me exactly what I want, delving his tongue into my mouth and kissing me deeply. So deeply that I forget to breathe. His taste, mixed with my orgasm heightens my desire. His thumb strokes my throat as he pushes in a little deeper, and I adjust my position so I can open my thighs wider to accommodate him. “God, you feel so big like this.”

Male pride overtakes his features, and he smirks down at me. “Keep saying stuff like that to stroke my ego, and I won’t be able to go slow like you need.”

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