He seized the opportunity and pushed harder, breaching her entrance.
She gasped at the ring of fire as she stretched wide to accommodate him.
He eased in, centimeter by centimeter.
In each moment she was sure she couldn’t take more of him, and yet he did not stop, filling her with his huge cock until at last she felt the contact of his hips against her ass.
“Good girl,” he crooned and she relaxed, his praise filling her with purpose.
He slid out and back in, and the sensation felt too intense for her to enjoy. Nevertheless, her pussy thrummed with excitement, desperate for touch.
Seeming to know just what she needed, Ben reached around the front of her and slid his fingers over her swollen slit.
She moaned, pressing herself against his fingers, eager for more.
He slowly set a pace, fucking her ass with his enormous cock as his fingers found her clit.
It was far too much—too much pleasure, too much intensity, too much fear of pain. The pain itself had disappeared.
“Ben,” she whimpered.
“You’re doing so well, amorcita. Are you ready to come?”
“Yes… yes, please. Yes, sir,” she babbled.
He rubbed her clit harder at the same time he picked up the pace of his fucking, filling her, sending her over the edge with a cry of ecstasy. And yet she found she couldn’t climax—or at least not the way she usually did, because when her muscles clenched, her anus tightened around his cock, bringing the pain back.
She relaxed instead, surrendering as he pumped in and out and in again, shoving deep inside her and giving a shout of release. The waves of pleasure following an orgasm flowed through her, so perhaps it had been a climax after all.
He eased out and carried her to the shower, where he held her up and let the water clean them both.
She leaned back against him, her eyes closed, water running down her face. “Am I forgiven?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it.
Ben wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her head back to bite her ear. “Don’t ever lie to me again,” he growled, sending shivers running up and down her spine.
“I won’t,” she said, “I promise.”
“I love you,” he said. “No matter what. Remember that.”
Tears warmed her eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”
He kissed her ear. “No,” he murmured. “I’m the lucky one.”
* * *
The End
Extended Excerpt from The Alpha’s Hunger
Ashley picked up her satchel with Ben Stone’s laptop and stepped into the elevator. Her limbs dragged, weak from being so wound up for past twenty-four hours.
It’s almost over. Then Melissa will be safe and you can go to the police and tell Mr. Stone what you’ve done.
She took the elevator to the third floor of the parking garage and got off. Clutching the satchel to her chest, she walked forward, toward the northwest corner. She had parked her car there that morning just to familiarize herself with the area. The cement walls echoed with her footsteps, the smell of exhaust and gasoline oppressive. The lot seemed empty—no other cars, no people, nothing. She stood and waited. Had she heard the time or place wrong? No, the words were still echoing in her mind. Third floor, northwest corner of the lot. She opened her car door and sat down on the seat with the door standing open. Sweat trickled down her ribs. She thought she heard a door close, but when she looked around, she only saw the stairwell door, and no one was near it.
Time ticked by. Five minutes, then ten.
God, she hoped Melissa was okay.