Page 26 of Done Waiting

He undoes them, then yanks them down. After tossing them aside, he grabs the back of his shirt, yanking it overhead. With his tussled hair and boyish smile, I wonder why I was so afraid earlier.

“Ben, let’s try it again. Just don’t… try to take it a little easier.”

His eyes shine happily as he rises to his knees, opens his pants, then pushes them to his knees. He shrugs out of them, tossing them onto the floor.

Then he’s on me, and though he’s gentler than he was before, he’s still rough enough that the fear steadily rolls through me as I buck and push against him.God, why did I agree to try this with him again?He was turning me on when he was gentle, but his roughness isn’t doing it for me.

Jerking against him, I start to hyperventilate.Oh, shit. Think of something to calm yourself.

Onyx eyes bore into me, a smile quirking his lips. Stilling, the flames of desire burning in his eyes relax me as he sheds his jacket, tugging his hooded sweatshirt overhead. His mussed hair falls in his eyes, an intense stare boring into mine. Biting my lip, my gaze takes in all the ripped muscle from his shoulder to the slim V taper of his jeans.God, this man is fucking sexy.

He puts one knee on the mattress, climbing over me. I lay there like helpless prey, captivated by the lust on his face. My breath hitches as I study his expression. His smile widens, the dimple I love popping in his cheek. Squeezing my legs together, wetness floods my center.

Ben roughly pushes against my thighs, spreading them wider, bringing me back to the present. I’m horrified as I realize I’m thinking about another guy. He’s blissfully unaware, sliding his finger inside me, a victorious grin stretching his lips. “Ahh… I knew you’d like it. You want me, don’t ya, Maddie?” There’s a challenge in his eyes, a darkness I’ve never seen before. I nod mutely, feeling his dick growing even harder against my leg, as though my submission to him makes him intensely excited.

I’m barely aware of him sheathing the condom over himself because I’m too busy criticizing myself in my head for thinking about my stalker.

He lines up and shoves himself inside me. I gasp, and a slight scream comes out of me as the pain rolls in waves. Gritting my teeth, I squeeze my eyes closed as he thrusts in and out of me, hispants and grunts sounding like a boat floating along the waves of my suffering.

Please hurry up and come. I wrap my hands around his back and dig my nails into his skin. He shivers, like the pain feels amazing to him, and begins thrusting harder. It feels like his dick thickens inside me more as he keeps moving, pounding into me hard.

Turning my head away from him, I picture the hot stalker and the way his eyes burn into me, a desperate urgency in them as he trails his hands and mouth over my body, gauging my reaction. His caresses turn harder, more frenzied and daring as I respond to his touch and mouth, writhing and arching into him, whimpers, moans, and gasps falling from my lips. I’m coming undone by the things he’s doing to me. His slow smile grows wide, pleased when I start begging him, grabbing his hair, and tugging him into my body. He flashes his dimple as his husky voice says, “That’s it, baby. Submit to me. Let me control you and show you how good it can be.”

I’m so lost in my fantasy, that I don’t realize I’m arching up against Ben until I hear him mutter, “I knew you’d like this. That’s it. Fucking take my cock.”

Rolling my head the other way, I imagine what my stalker’s voice would sound like as he teases me into a frenzy, making me feel pleasure like I’ve never known before. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is soaked for me,” His voice is so seductive it nearly makes me come.

With a loud roar, Ben shoves himself inside me with a hard thrust, finally reaching his peak.

Collapsing against me, his sweaty face against my neck, he gives me a kiss. “That was amazing, babe. The best we’ve ever had.”

I nod, my orgasm long gone as his words wash over me. Either Ben doesn’t know that I haven’t come or simply doesn’t care.

Ben pulls out, then heads to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. Sitting up, I grab the covers, climbing beneath them, wanting to hide as the guilt washes over me.

I was thinking of someone else while having sex with my boyfriend. I’m an awful person.

I hear the click of the lamp switch, plunging the room into darkness. The bed shifts as Ben climbs into bed behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, he nuzzles his face into the side of my neck as I try not to cry.

“Goodnight, Maddie.” He relaxes his body against mine, his arms caging me in, feeling like a prison. Within a few minutes, his breathing is steady and even.

I blink, staring out his bedroom window, tears falling down my cheeks.

Ben loves you, Maddie. What is wrong with you that you were thinking of another man? One who stalks you.

The silence taunts me, no answers to be found.

11

THE STALKER

My chest is hollow as I stare down at the dead man at my feet. This asshole is the fucking mayor, yet he’d been doing some of the shadiest shit, not the least of which was abusing his two daughters.

I feel no remorse for torturing and killing him. Not when I know exactly what abuse feels like, having been the victim of it myself.

Closing my eyes, I push the thoughts of my past away. They have no business intruding tonight, of all nights. With this asshole’s death, I’ve just taken out a huge rung in their ladder of corruption, thanks to my friend Jimmy. Everything he told me as I tortured and beat that motherfucker until he squealed like a pig was accurate as hell.

Disturbingly accurate in some cases.

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