Page 66 of Hold On Me

As his eyes take me in, a smirk tips the left corner of his lips up and his gaze locks onto mine. “You’re beautiful, Little One. Now come here.”

I dip my head in acceptance and stride over to him, close enough to touch, but refusing to do anything without permission, even though my fingers are itching to trace every muscle on him.

“You are such a good girl. And you look divine.” He reaches out and cradles the back of my neck, pulling me into him and trailing his nose down the side of my cheek. He inhales my scent and licks the length of my neck. When he gets to the shell of my ear he whispers, “I want to taste you, Penelope. Can I?”

My knees are weak, I’m breathless but manage to nod.

He steps away from me, folds his arms across his chest and hits me with a raised brow. “What did I tell you about words?”

A little disoriented, I shake off the shock at his departure and find my voice again. “I’m sorry, but dude, you have that effect on me. You make me all breathless and I forget how to speak. Besides, why are you asking for permission? You’re the boss, remember. Take what you want and give me what I need.”

Without a word, I’m spun around, bent over the dresser, my hands pinned behind my back and his body crushing me, his arousal digging into my ass. His mouth is on my neck, growling into my skin as every sense in my body comes alight.

“I was going to go easy on you, Penelope. But that smart mouth of yours changed my mind. I asked permission because I need to know you want this.”

“Reach into my panties and feel how wet I am and you’ll know how much I want this. I want you to fuck me. Own me. Please. Make me yours, Ben.” I don’t care if I’m begging. The sensation of his weight on top of me is only heightening my needfor him. I want to kiss him, feel him inside me. I want him to ruin me for any other man.

“Little One, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. Looking like an innocent little virgin bride, but talking to me about owning you… Fuck me. Get on the bed, on your knees, and hold onto the headboard. The first fuck was supposed to be slow, but I can’t hold back anymore.”

Before he lets me up, he slaps my ass and I yelp at the sting but feel my panties get even wetter. I bite my lip and look over my shoulder at him to show him I enjoyed that, but he just growls and grips my chin as he smashes our mouths together.

“Bed. Now.” His lips are pressed against mine and his words are muttered into my mouth.

I quickly do as he says, the throb between my thighs is as incessant as my heart beat. Once I’m in position, I look back over my shoulder and watch as he strips naked, his beautiful length making my mouth water. The bed dips behind me as he drags his hand over the lace covering my back. He tucks his finger in the band of my thong and toys with the material that fits between my cheeks. Ripping it from my body, he buries his fingers into my pussy.

“Yes, Ben. Please.” This is what I needed. Something inside me to take the ache away. His mouth is by my ear again as his free hand snakes up to tug on my hair.

“You like this, Little One? You want me to fuck you like this? Hard and fast?”

“Yes, sir.” I breathe the words out on a whispered plea, and something in his restraint snaps as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock. Both of our cries mingle together as he enters me, and my knuckles grip the headboard until they're white.

“You’re perfect, Penelope.Vasilissa mou.”

I have no idea what that means, but it makes me preen with happiness. I pop my ass back a little, encouraging him to move, and another growl leaves his throat. He grips my hair tighter, licking the shell of my ear before whispering, ‘Hold on.’

He unleashes on me, pounding into me, and I can’t contain the cries of passion falling from my lips. One of his hands is still tugging my hair so my neck and back are arched for him, and the other is biting into my hip. This is what I wanted. Him letting loose and showing me what he’s made of. All those months of flirting, the animosity, the anger, the want and lust. It’s all been leading to this, and I’m in heaven right now.

“I’m not going to last much longer, Little One. Your pussy is taking me so well. It was made to be filled by my cock. You’re perfect. But I need you to come for me.” His hand is on my clit, thrumming away at it as his lips suck on my neck, and I can feel myself teetering on the precipice. “Come, Penelope.”

His words, the tone, the command tip me over the edge and I fly higher than I’ve ever flown before. White lights erupt in front of me as his grip on my hair tightens and his strangled cry of ‘Penelope’ fills the room.

Flopping back onto the bed, panting like we’ve just run a marathon, a small laugh erupts from my lips. I quickly look at him, notice he’s grinning too, and reach over and lay my head on top of his chest. “Well that was unexpected.”

“That wasn’t what I had planned, but I think it was better.” He brings his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I smile contentedly and then startle when the bed starts to vibrate.

“Penelope, what’s going on?”

The dressing table is shaking now, the mirror is too, the whole room seems to be moving. “I think it’s an earthquake.”

As the words leave my mouth, everything stops. It lasted no more than ten seconds, and even though New York hasn’t had anearthquake in about twelve years, I’m almost positive that’s what it was.

Before I can move to figure out what’s going on, Ben’s laughter rumbles through his chest and vibrates against my cheek.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. It’s just too good. I literally made the earth move for you. And you wonder why I’m arrogant.”

He places both hands behind his head, a very smug look settling on his face, as I stare, unable to argue with him.

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