Page 70 of Beautifully Conflicted

“I guess so. That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.”

Bennet drops his arm, his icy gaze softening somewhat despite the fact his jaw is still tense. “You’re the only person I want to hook up with, right now.”

“Really?” A massive grin takes over my face.

“Don’t make it a thing.”

“It’s totally a thing.”

Bennet rolls his eyes. “Asexthing.”

“I make your dick hard.” I waggle my brows.

The crease between Bennet’s brows gets deeper, which only eggs me on. “I just said that, didn’t I?”

“Say it again.” I bite my lip suggestively.

“No.”

“Say it again and I’ll suck your cock.”

“What if I don’t want your mouth?” Those blue eyes flash with mischief, sending my jaw crashing to the floor.

If he doesn’t want my mouth that only leaves…

I grab his hand and lead him toward the bedroom. “Top or bottom?”

“What?”

“Virgin’s pick. Which do you prefer?”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“For what we’re about to do you are.” I turn to face him when we reach the bed and grab his pants, tugging them and his boxers down as I drop to my knees. “You want to give or receive?” I ask beforeswallowing him to the hilt, loving how he instinctively pushes his hips forward to meet my mouth.

“Is your ass as hot and wet as your mouth?” Two big hands grip the side of my head, holding it steady so he can spear his cock inside me. All I can do is moan my assent. “Then I want to give.”

Bennet

Damien’s moan vibrates around my cock, a not-so-subtle reminder of why he’s the only person I’m interested in hooking up with. I mean, no one else has ever begged to suck me off, or trembled with excitement while doing it, so yeah… Why trade that for a mediocre fuck with someone else?

That’s my reasoning, anyway.

It’s not because I’m attached to him or anything. I just like the way he makes me feel, and it’s totally logical to want more of the things that bring you pleasure. There’s no reason for me to feel guilty about that either.No reason at all.

Okay, maybe I feel a little guilty about nearly choking him earlier, when I thought he might be screwing Aiden… But only because it turns out he isn’t screwing around with me behind Aiden’s back the way I thought when I saw the two of them together. It has nothing to do with wanting Damien to myself.

I don’t want that. And I didn’t mark him, either. I’m not staking a claim or anything. I’m only in this for the—My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip to stifle a groan.

DearGod…

How does the man even breathe with my cock so far down his throat? I barely took half of him before I hit my limit, but my entire length is buried in his mouth, and I’m rocking my hips like I’ve got more to give, yet he’s not even gagging.

Damien’s hands trail down my quads, up the inside of my thighs, before giving my sac a little tug. They move to graze the muscles of my lower abdomen, all while his lips stay firmly wrapped around me. The light touches are a stark contrast to the way he slurps at my cock, coaxing me away from the peak of my pleasure even as he pushes me toward it.

It’s infuriating and stimulating all at once.

My toes attempt to curl in my shoes, but they’ve got nowhere to go. All I can do is try not to topple over, or come, from the dizzying gratification. A herculean effort, if I do say so myself. Between the wet heat surrounding my dick, the erotic suction, and Damien’s blissed out expression, I’m as rigid as I’ve ever been. And despite wanting to stick my cock somewhere else, I’m having a damn hard time forcing my hips to stop pumping into his mouth.

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