Page 77 of Loved By The Bad Boy

The bed sinks when he shuffles to the door to lock it. I toss my bra to the floor. My jeans and panties follow. Ben returns to claim my lips in a feverish kiss. His hands are everywhere on my body, touching and marking me. One hand palms my belly, and I gasp out a moan as the other hand plays with a nipple. He maintains eye contact as his hand descends slowly to my vagina.

My teeth sink into my lip when Ben finds the right spot. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, and my mind blanks for a few seconds. He moves his fingers a little, and a content purr leaves my lips. We are still kneeling on the bed, but I don’t think I can hold myself up for much longer.

“Don’t do that,” Ben says.

I release my lip, and Ben wraps an arm around my waist. My back meets the bed, and his face hovers over mine before he retakes my lips. Sparks dance everywhere he touches. Whimpers lodge in my throat. He slides into me without notice. My tightness locks his dick in a vice, and our moans break the quiet.

Our heavy breaths fill the air, and he weaves our hands above my head to reduce my wiggling. Each stroke brings me to a new high, unlocking another level of passion I wasn’t aware of. I wrestle from his grip, freeing my hands to scrape my nails along his back. Pressure builds within my lower abdomen, and I breathe out his nickname, locking eyes with him as I near my release.

My legs vibrate. I squirm under Ben, screaming out his name as another wave of bliss shatters over me. He pulls me on top of him. For the next few minutes, I struggle to catch my breath.

Ben wipes the sweat off my brow and flashes me a grin. Too exhausted to do anything, I draw random shapes on his chest until I can form coherent thoughts. As the aftereffects wear off, clarity hits.

Something is not right.

The sex was different but in a good way. My heart drops.No, no, no. I bolt out of the bed, nearly tripping over my feet. My inner thighs are sticky, and a mix of his sperm and my wetness rolls down my thighs. Confused, Ben sits up. I pick up his boxers from the floor and toss it at his face.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I tell him. Ben yawns again and stretches his arms. This boy. Giggles bubble in my throat. I stagger to the bed, and he hoists me on his lap. He swats my hair from my forehead, smiling like he didn’t understand a word I said. I plant a kiss on his jaw. “I’ll just get the pill.”

“Sorry,” he says. “I forgot.”

Sleep clouds his eyes, mine too. Ben yawns again, and I clap a hand over his mouth. His tongue meets my palm. Ew. He snickers when I retract my hand, yawning like a barbarian to spite me.

The pad of my fingers runs behind his ear, one of his soft spots. “I think I’ll get on the pill.”

“I’m sorry I forgot,” he whispers into my hair.

“It’s okay.” It was so good. I wait until he’s peering at me. “I like it better without the condom.”

Ben erupts in laughter. His chest rumbles, and he accidentally pushes me off his lap. We lie in our mess, just glad to exist in this moment. My boyfriend makes random shapes on my lower back, and my breathing slows.

It’s my turn to yawn. Ben pinches my nose. “What did they say?” I ask.

Ben shrugs, curling the ends of my hair around his index finger.

“We’ll meet again. I hope it’s the last time,” he answers. My gaze doesn’t leave his face. I expect him to launch into a spiteful tirade about her. I know I would have, but not a bad word about her escapes him. He looks down when he notices me staring and grins broadly. “Thank you, baby.”

“For what?” My legs tangle in the sheet, and Ben pulls the cover over us. “What did I do?”

“You hit her,” he says with a laugh. “Oh, God. You actually hit that bitch.”

He says it like it’s happening all over again, and his eyes close like he is imagining it. I can’t get over the fact he finally insulted the witch. His laughter sounds free and happy. It makes me grin.

Kissing my cheek, he murmurs, “You are such a babe. My Gracie.”

A pleasant shiver rolls down my back as Ben’s fingers trail the gap between my breasts. “Thank you for hitting her. She deserved it. She deserved more.” I agree. He stops me from interrupting him by placing a finger on my lips. “But don’t do it again, okay?” His smile falls a little. I spread his cheeks because I need to see that smile again. “I don’t want them to kick you out next time.”

“I won’t,” I murmur. I snuggle closer to Ben, pressing my body firmly to his. “I love you.”

My eyes close before he can reply, and I drift into a dimension where I beat Theresa to a pulp.

Thirty-Three

We are fucked.Really fucked. It’s a few hours to the deadline of Mrs. Miller’s project, and we aren’t halfway done. Ben stands behind my chair, massaging my shoulders instead of trying to do the actual work. I pass him a scowl through the mirror, and he flashes me a grin. Silly boy.

I am letting it slide because of the outcome of yesterday’s hearing. Theresa will spend ten years behind bars. I wish she got twenty or thirty years, but Ben seems satisfied with seeing her gone.

Energy floods me as I resume typing the numbers required for the table. The room is quiet except for the clack of my fingers against the keyboard. Ben continues his massage, caressing my boobs a few times. I shoot him a glare, and he bats his lashes. He’s lucky he’s a handsome young man.

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