Page 44 of Say I Do

One small lesson at a time.

Pain flaredin my lower back, reminding me of the insane night I’d had. I reached between my legs, and my fingers swiped over my abused hole. Sparks of pain fluttered up my body and dragged a heady moan from the deepest parts of my soul. I moved my leg up, the muscles in my thighs aching in the best way possible.

The rumors hadn’t done him justice. Benito far exceeded my expectations. No god could compare. I turned my head and audibly swallowed at the sight of Benito in the bed with me. His dark hair was a mess as he slept. One hand was buried under his pillow, no doubt wrapped around his gun.

I licked my lips as my gaze traveled down the plane of his body. Tattoos decorated his flesh in an artful form. I couldn’t pick out one over the other to focus on. I’d need an entire week, maybe a month, to map out every single one of them. I’d seen Benito naked plenty of times.But after feeling the amount of power he held in his compact muscles, I saw his naked body in a whole new light.

My stomach tightened as need wrapped around me, giving me filthy ideas. My mouth watered the moment my gaze landed on Benito’s cock. The sheets hid the beast, but I remembered it perfectly. My body was probably permanently altered because of it.

Motherfucker had to be a hot piece of shit and a sex god all in one. What kind of bullshit universe was I living in?

I rummaged through my nightstand. The moment my fingers wrapped around a familiar set of handcuffs, I nearly jumped for joy. I moved across the bed quickly. The first part of the cuff clicked shut around Benito’s wrist. I made sure not to injure his hand more before I moved on. His other one came from under the pillow, gun poised, finger resting on the trigger. His eyes weren’t even fully open yet as I cuffed that one too.

“Har— Harlow?” Benito’s finger lifted from the trigger.

I’d be touched by the fact he wasn’t ready to kill me if I didn’t find it so hot when hedidwant to kill me. I plucked the gun out of his hand and sat it on the nightstand. “You won’t need that.”

Benito blinked at me a few times. His confused face was almost adorable. He always looked so sure of himself and everything around him. It was nice to know he was human, after all.

I shoved the sheets off and shimmied down to his cock. Fuck, he’d shoved it into me without an ounce of hesitation. Benito wasn’t the longest I’d been with, but he sure as fuck was the thickest.

“What time is it?” Benito asked. He tugged at his arms and looked up as if he’d just realized what I’d done. “Harlow, you fucking—” His words died off on a groan.

My mouth wrapped around Benito’s thick cock. I took him in until he hit the back of my throat. I groaned around his length, watching him as he glared down at me. He could pretend like he wasn’t enjoying it all he wanted, but we both knew that was bullshit. His cock was practically flooding my mouth with precum, and his balls were heavy with the need to cum. I cupped and rolled them around.

I attempted to smile around Benito’s cock, but my mouth was stuffed. My jaw started to ache.

“Fuck,” Benito growled.

That’s it. Give in. I relaxed my throat and pushed down further until my nose pressed against Benito’s torso. I worked on breathing shallowly through my nose. Benito’s musk filled me until I felt drunk off the smell and taste of him. I swallowed greedily around his thick length, ignoring the burning need of my lungs.

“Harlow—”

I popped off with an audible smack of my lips. I licked them, breaking the string of precum and salvia still connected between my mouth and Benito’s cock.

“You called?”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I blew over his reddened cockhead. “I thought it was obvious. Continuing from last night.”

Benito pulled against his restraints and glared down at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was drunk last night.”

He has got to be kidding me.I looked down at Benito’s engorged cock and then back at his face. “Really, you’re playing the amnesia game?”

“Like I said, I was drunk.”

“And what’s this?” I stroked his cock and watched, transfixed, as he visibly fought not to react to my touch.

“It’s morning. It’s natural to wake up hard sometimes.”

This fucking douchebag. Fine, he wants to play.

I straddled his waist. His saliva-slicked cock twitched in my hands as I stared down at him. “Well, then you should easily go soft with another cock touching yours, right?”

Benito said nothing. A muscle in his jaw ticked as I lined our cocks up. “You talked about fear.” Last night may have felt like a blur, but I remembered it all. I stroked our cocks as I brushed our lips together. “Let’s be real. You were talking more about yourself.”

“You’re even crazier than I thought if you think that’s true.”

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