Page 28 of Vicious Hearts

“No. I mean, I had opportunities, but it didn’t happen.”

He scowls, and a surge of fury strikes me.

"You have no right to be angry." I push at his chest, but he doesn't move. "I offered myself to you, and you turned me down, threw me out, and disappeared for months. Was I supposed to take that some other way?"

"So?" Ben's eyes blaze with jealousy. "I’m still fucking furious that you evenconsideredletting anyone else touch you."

His possessiveness is so unreasonable. But although he's frightening me, there's no arguing with my pussy as my wetness soaks into his sweatpants.

"You nasty girl,” he murmurs. "You like making me angry, don't you?"

"Yeah. Ever since you got mad at me and threw me out, I've thought about it so many times." I shudder as he moves, shifting so his erection grinds against my sex.

"Ever made yourself come while you think of me?" he asks.

"Oh God, yes.” I reach up and wind my hands through his hair. "Every time I touched myself, I imagined you fucking me."

He lowers his face to my neck, kissing the sore places. "Good. Because every time I jerk off, it's to thoughts of you. You were mine from the second I set eyes on you, and anyone who doubts it can fucking take it up with me if they dare." His lips enclose my nipple, sucking gently. "That includes you, by the way," he says as he pulls away. "I'm not just gonna be your first, Rox. I'll be yourlast, too. After tonight, there won’t be an inch of your body you can call your own."

I'm not stupid. I know that's obscenely controlling of him. But he doesn't give a shit how crazy he seems to me. He's obsessed with me and doesn't care what I think. It justis.

Ben is moving down my body, running his tongue toward my navel. He dips into it, and I jump. His hands grip my thighs, pulling them wide as he settles on his front, his face inches from my sex.

"Sladkiy Iisus, Roxy. Such a pretty littledevstvennikpussy." He touches my smooth outer lips, parting them with his fingers. "I can see everything. So wet and pink. I wanna know—when you make yourself come, what do you do?"

I swallow hard. I'm so turned on that I can't think straight. All I want is for him to eat my pussy until I come so hard he almost drowns.

"I…I use my fingers. And I have a…a…"

"A what? Tell me. I love toys." Ben presses the pad of his thumb on my clit, moving it in tiny circles, and I moan, arching my hips. He puts his other hand on my abdomen and shoves me flat on my back again. "Tell me what you did while you thought about me. I wanna hear your pretty voice say it."

I draw a deep breath.

"I fucked myself with my dildo and wished it was your cock."

Ben grabs my thighs with a snarl of satisfaction, his grip vice-like. I squeal as he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue delving inside me. He rubs his nose on my clit, and bolts of pleasure zing through my core.

It's as though he's devouring me. He takes my clit between his lips, sucking it softly at first before stepping up the pressure. He snarls and bites the soft flesh of my thigh hard enough to make me scream.

He moves away, sitting up on his knees. My wetness shines on his face. He kicks off his sweats and kneels between my parted thighs, hard cock in hand.

I wondered whether I'd made him bigger in my imagination or my memory was faulty, but no. It really is that big.

Ben uses his other hand to gather my wetness, rubbing it onto his cock. He strokes himself idly, sighing as he massages my pussy juice over my stomach and breasts.

“I take it I can come where I want?” he asks.

“I’m safe,” I reply.

"Good. Because you're gonna be a fucking mess when I'm done with you.” He touches my lips with his wet fingertips. "Here. Taste how slutty you are."

His fingers invade my mouth. They're lubricated with my arousal, slipping easily over my tongue. I gag as he moves his fingers deeper, coating them in thick saliva. He withdraws and smears my spit all over my face.

What do you want, baby?” He rubs the head of his cock against my clit, making me gasp. “Ask me nicely,charodeyka.Come on.”

I don’t know what I want. My pussy aches with longing, but I don’t want this to end.

Ben seems to read my mind, laughing as he pulls me closer. He works my clit gently with his thumb again, and my pussy responds with a gush of lubrication. The smooth head of his cock eases into me, slick against my wetness as he stretches me.

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