Page 13 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

“Ben?”

The Partridge’s voice almost echoes through the whole place, I watch as Ben closes his eyes, grits his teeth, and shakes his head in disbelief.

“Hold that thought,” he whispers, leaning in before he takes a step back himself.

“In here, Partridge,” he drones, picking up a pillow, pretending to fluff it over his crotch.

“Ah, yeah. Me again,” the agent says, scratching at his ear. He glances at me, and Ben reminds him about what he said about trusting me.

Partridge nods. “I just wanted to say, I’ll be looking into the whole Fellini DA thing myself from now on. I think you’re on to something,” he says gripping the door frame before pulling back like he has somewhere else to be.

“How do you mean?” Ben asks, but the silence that follows as Partridge disappears as quickly as he came in, then the door closing again is all Ben needs to pick up where we both left off.

“He won’t be back, I promise,” he tells me, and before I can blink, I’m floating.

Ben Slade is actually kissing me.

The maid.

It’s just lips, to start with. Ben’s letting me feel his body against mine as I lean right into him, not sure if I’m even doing this right.

His low moans tell me I’m doing okay so far, but I hear something else, like whimpering.

It’s me.

His strong hands are on my chest and I don’t mind at all. I want him all over me. It’s like a floodgate has opened and I suddenly need his touch more than I need air.

My own hands are gripping his elbows, pulling his weight towards me, back towards the bed I know I was just thinking of having him take me on.

“Ben…” I start to tell him, but his firm fingers are between our lips.

“Just tell me yes,” he says gently, and I feel my head nodding so hard it hits his.

We both laugh softly and I try to say something again, but his lips are so hard on mine, taking me so far away I just can’t even think anymore.

“Tell me you want this, Sophie. Tell me you want me, as much as I need you right now,” he says, and I feel myself gasp, his strong hand between my breasts, hard against my heart which feels like it’s about to explode.

Along with something else.

“Oh, Ben! Of course, I want you… I want you here,” I rasp, gripping his other hand, stuffing it against my sodden mound, purring when I hear him growl with approval.

“I just-” I try again, but collapse into him once I feel his thick fingers starting to work through my panties, spreading my lips and making us both gasp once he releases my swollen clit from its throbbing hood under his gentle but firm touch.

The firmness of his bed matches his own as I lay back down on it. I’m not gonna run now, he wants me and he can have me.

It’s just-

“I wanna suck your pussy until you come on my face,” he murmurs, nibbling my ear as both his hands cup my chest, making me lift my shirt, showing him I have nothing on underneath.

“Tell me you want me to,” he says forcefully, slowly working his hands over my naked breasts, kneading my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as I feel my own reaching down for that huge fat dick of his.

“I want you to-” I whimper, “I really do.”

“I just-” But I can’t speak, the weight of his body on mine shifts down, lifting my skirt up and instantly plunging his whole mouth over my sodden entrance, making it twitch and quiver in a second, making it feel like I have to-

“Ben!” I gasp, feeling a shudder grip my whole body, but it relaxes once I feel his hair tangle in my hands, feeling his tongue starting to work its way into my warmth as his hands run their way up and down the inside of my thighs.

I’ve never felt anything like it. And the only thought that registers, if I could call it a thought, is why the hell didn’t I let him take me like this straight away?

I ran instead, almost blowing my only chance with this man.

Oh my god.

I’ve read about it, heard some girls talk about it, but within seconds under Ben’s commanding tongue and mouth I know he’s an expert in his field.

My hips suddenly have a life of their own, thrusting up to meet each of Ben’s movements as his hands finally grip both sides of me firmly.

“Like this?” he asks, drawing another moan of positive satisfaction from me. I puff a grunt as I try to reply once his tongue presses deeper into me, the smile on my face stopping me from saying anything intelligible.

“Your mine,” he murmurs, in between flickering movements and kissing my hole. “Understand?” he asks over and over, making me squirm harder and whimper with agreement.

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