Page 100 of Say I Do

I didn’t give a fuck if Benito broke me as long as he didn’t stop using me. He grabbed both of my hands and pulled them back, forcing me to bend forward even more. He slammed into me, and my head swam with pleasure. He hit new angles that made me gasp for air.

“Beg for it,” Benito commanded.

I licked my lips desperately, trying to grasp the words I needed. “Please, Benito.”

“You can do better, mostricio.”

I shook my head, but it was no use. Benito started to slow down, and panic decided for me. My mouth was moving before I even knew what I was saying.

“Please cum in me. Breed me. Make me into your cum dumpster.” I bit my tongue with how fast I was talking. “Don’t stop, please. I need your cum. Own me.”

Benito snapped his hips forward, and any other words that would spill out of me turned into a scream. He bit my shoulder, marking me in more ways than one. Pleasure wasn’t a strong enough description of the euphoria that blanketed me as my climax ripped through me.

Hot splashes of cum filled my ass and drew out my orgasm. Benito let my wrists go and pulled me against his front. I was too weak to do anything but be a ragdoll in his arms. He continued to thrust, pulling whimpers from me every single time his thick cock rubbed against my prostate.

Benito pulled out, and another tremor of ecstasy came through my entire body. Air sawed in and out of my lungs as I fell forward and sagged against the wall. My body felt like jelly. My legs were ready to cave under my weight. Benito’s cum dripped from my hole and slid down my inner thighs.

“Why a snake?”

It took me a moment to understand what he was asking. He traced my back tattoo, making me shiver with every caress.

“I like them.”

Benito hummed. “There are two of them.”

“Yeah, I’m a Gemini. You know, the whole twin thing. That and I am a twin.” I’d only been seventeen when I got it. It was still my favorite tattoo. “Turtles?” I asked.

He held me tighter. Benito brought his hand around with the tribal turtle tattoo on it. I touched it much like how he’d done to the huge snake tattoo on my back.

“When I was seven, my dad took me and my mom to Mexico. It was the one trip he didn’t work, and my mom wasn’t… well, her. We went to the sea turtle exhibit and stayed there all day. As long as I wanted to linger, they let me. It was one of the best days of my life. When I turned sixteen, I got it tattooed.” He shrugged. “I don’t know if I would have gotten it when I was older, but young me was very nostalgic.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. There was a ball of emotion firmly lodged in my throat. Instead of saying something stupid, I turned in his hold and kissed him. Our bodies communicated better than our words. I always knew how Benito felt when he was pressed against me. I didn’t question what was happening when we were tangled up. It was all the other times that shit got confusing.

Benito pulled back from the kiss just as spots started to dance in my vision. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

We washed each other in lazy silence. It was the kind that felt right. There was no pressure to have some conversation after what had happened. It felt like we’d grown closer.

I towel-dried and lotioned up before meeting Benito in the closet. He’d already chosen an outfit for me. He’d been so angry about me moving his stuff around before, but now he treated the penthouse as if it was ours. He’d even had Enzo organize the place. I had to admit his way was more efficient.

I glanced over at Benito as he held two different ties up and looked at them wearily. “Going to tell me why you woke up pissed off after having me in bed with you all night?”

Benito buttoned his shirt. I was certain he’d avoid my question, and we’d be back at square one.

“Our reporter friend did another piece. It would be easy to shut her down if other news networks weren’t starting to take an interest in her bullshit.”

“So, she needs to be taken care of.”

Benito shook his head. “Not that easy.”

Why?I kept the question to myself. “What are you going to do?”

I moved toward him. It was like I had to be as close as possible to Benito. I fixed his tie as I avoided the way he studied me with his gaze.

“I haven’t decided yet. Right now, she is producing nothing but rumors, but it’s enough to get people interested.”

“The rumors true?”

Benito shrugged. “They’re too close to the truth for my liking.”

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