Page 5 of Vicious Hearts

Ben is on his feet, walking fast around the bed. He kneels on the floor before me, his hands on my knees, and I shiver at his touch.

“You aresonaïve, Rox. Do you know who ‘fools around?’ Fools. I’m not a fucking fool. I’m a man sixteen years your senior who wants to fuck you damn hard. Believe me when I say I’m not gonna be leaving space for Jesus.”

He pushes my legs apart so he can press his body between them. He seems suddenly huge, his muscles flexing beneath his skin as he leans into me. My breath catches in my throat as his lips brush against my earlobe.

“Stop it with the innocent act,” he says. “You came here because you want me in your little pussy. Don’t you?”

I nod. He chuckles and licks my lower lip.

“I’ll need to get it good and wet first,charodeyka.”

Ben’s hand is between my legs, his fingertips teasing the seam of my shorts. He rubs my sex for a minute before kissing me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth. I gasp as he presses more insistently against my pussy, my clit pulsating against his touch.

“What a little slut you are,” he murmurs against my lips. “You wantmykind of rough? Because that’s how I do it.”

He tugs at my shorts, dragging them down my legs until they are wrapped around one ankle. I wear no panties underneath, and as he parts my legs again, he pushes me back until I’m resting on my elbows.

With my legs wide apart and my hot pussy on show, I feel incredibly vulnerable. Ben has no such qualms. He lets out a low moan of appreciation as he places his hands on my inner thighs, pushing them wider apart and opening me up for his attention.

“So pretty.” He glances up at me from between my legs, and a smirk of satisfaction breaks out on his face. I’m panting already, my pussy juicy and desperate for touch.

Can he tell I’ve never gone this far with anyone before? I’ve had nothing more than the occasional kiss and fumble, and not with anyone I felt was deserving of my virginity.

Thelastthing I am is a slut, but I want to behisslut.

His face drops out of sight, and I feel the tip of his tongue delving between my pussy lips. I bite my lip and moan gently.

“Don’t you dare be fucking quiet.” He kisses my clit, and I jump. “If I’m gonna do the wrong thing, I’m gonna do it right, so I wanna hear you. Grab my hair, whatever you gotta do, but find your damn voice.”

With that, he sticks his tongue into me, and I squeal. It feels so good to have his mouth on me. Better than I imagined, and I imagined it a thousand times. All those hot nights alone, my fingertips moving as I chased relief. Thinking about Benedikt Voratov’s tongue lashing my clit, just like this.

His fingertip pushes against my entrance, providing a welcome pressure. He moves it around but doesn’t enter me, gathering my moisture, and I watch as he brings his finger to his lips, sucking my juice from it.

I do my best to relax, but my nerves are shot. I drop flat on my back as he presses my clit with the thumb of his other hand, easing his finger into me as he does so.

“I knew you’d be tight, butfuck,” he says, licking my clit again. His saliva runs down and adds to my natural lubrication, easing his way as he pushes his finger deeper. “It’s a good job I made myself come earlier because otherwise, I might not hold back.”

“You don’t have to,” I gasp. Ben’s finger is deep inside me now, and the ache I feel is replaced with a satisfying fullness as he moves, slipping in and out of me. “You make me feel so good.”

He continues fingering me for a minute or two, and I wind my hands through his hair, moaning as he drives me toward my orgasm. I feel the rolling tension deep in my abdomen, and my pussy clutches at his finger, trying to feel more.

This is too much for him, and he suddenly pulls away. I sit up on my elbows again and watch him as he stands, shedding his pajama pants as he goes.

He’s lean and muscular, his shoulders rounded out by heavy lifting. My eyes scan his torso, and I see a long, jagged scar from his hipbone to just below his left pectoral muscle. I didn’t notice it before. It’s flat but silvery as it catches the light. I follow the scar back down again, blanching at the sight of his cock.

I own a dildo, sure, but I’ve never seen a real one in person. Ben’s erection is thick and straight, reaching out for me, and it seems enormous. Maybe they all seem huge the first time?

He sees the look on my face and laughs. “Don’t worry. You want me. You said so yourself. It might hurt a bit, but not for long, and then you’ll be begging me to fuck you deeper.”

I frown. “Oh, my God. Did Ali tell you I’m a virgin? Why would shedothat?

Ben stares at me for a long moment. When he speaks again, his tone chills my blood.

“You’re a virgin?” He rubs his face with his palm. “Are you fuckingserious?”

I sit up, reaching for him, but he steps back.

“What difference does it make?” I ask, but he’s already turning away, pulling his pants on again. “What is your problem? I’m an adult. It’s up to me when I—”

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