Page 21 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

“Reno,” Ben says firmly, double-checking.

“Cross my heart,” I whisper, shuddering as I drag his hands across my chest, which he wastes no time in freeing from the flimsy shirt I rushed to put on not too long ago.

I feel my knees going out from under me.

Ben’s hot mouth over one stiff nipple and both my breasts in his huge hands, bringing them up together in front of his face makes me moan and I feel freer than ever.

Knowing it’s only us now.

We have the whole place to ourselves.

His feet push my legs apart, and I tilt my head back, moaning louder than ever as he moves one hand between my legs, pushing my pussy lips apart through the panties I have on under another, strategically chosen for this moment.

I fumble for his crotch, gasping when I realize he’s already freed himself, that he’s rock hard and that this time there’s no hesitation on either side.

“Now,” I whimper. “I want you to take me now, Ben. Fuck me like I know you want to. Make me yours,” I beg him, the shaking of my voice matched by the shiver in his own breath.

“Where?” he asks suddenly, firmly.

I forget Ben doesn’t know this house. I only manage a bobbing of my head, upstairs as he scoops me up in his arms, my naked chest resting against his and his manhood pressing hard against my spine, making me try to work myself onto it on instinct as he carries me up the stairs to my room.

He seems to know where it is, as though by instinct of his own, and as we stare into each other’s eyes, he asks me just one more time.

“Tell me this is what you want Sophie, because I can’t live another second without being inside you and I hope you need me as much as I want you. Not just right now, but always.”

I hear myself whimper, but he insists, “Tell me! Tell me it’s what you want. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I want you, Ben, you know I do. Take me now, make me yours and I’ll be yours forever,” I gasp, feeling us both falling back onto my bed effortlessly as we arrive there by some crazy sort of magic.

Like fate.

Like I’ve dreamt this a thousand times before and now it’s finally real.

My legs open and I feel his between mine, thicker and even hotter as they press against me.

“We’re made to fit, just like this,” he murmurs, and I reach down, pulling my panties to one side, urging for him to get inside me.

But he stops.

Calmly and slowly he undresses me and himself while maintaining the same insane level of arousal we both share.

I swear to myself, as soon as he touches me down there I’ll burst, but each touch of his hands becomes gentler as if he’s guiding me to something bigger.

Something special.

More special than anything else, he tells me. He gives a voice to this feeling between us.

“I do love you, Sophie. I need you to know how much I want you… how much I love you.”

I repeat the same last three words as he says them, dissolving his whole body against mine as I lean back to open myself for him.

I thought I’d be nervous, scared even. But like everything else with Ben so far, whenever he’s here with me it’s perfect.

It’s only in my mind when I’m by myself that I tend to worry. I think being a cop’s daughter might have something to do with that too.

I’m trembling to have Ben inside me, but he takes his time to run his hands over every inch of me, telling me how beautiful I am and making me blush.

“It’s true though,” he says again, lifting my chin up so our faces meet. “You’ve seen the effect you have on me, Sophie. It’s not just my imagination. You’re incredible.”

My own hands explore him too, and I feel like I’m dreaming as I map Ben’s lines of rippling muscle and hardness compared to my own thick softness, but again that’s something Ben tells me he loves.

“You’re so soft, smooth and just the right fit, Sophie.”

I have to agree though. He’s a big man, and any skinny girl would just get lost underneath him, but we fit together snug like we really are made for each other in every way.

It’s time.

And without any words, I simply hook my arms around his neck and he lowers himself all the way down, slowly guiding himself into me.

I’m so wet, and he’s so hard that like everything else, it just fits. Everything finding its place naturally.

“My god, you feel so good,” he exclaims. I can feel his smooth head starting to twitch against my own quivering hole, which I’m trying to relax for him but it feels like I’m about to come again already.

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