Page 79 of Fairy Godmen

With her focus aimed at the computer, Angelina managed to get half an hour in before the door rolled open downstairs. Her skin prickled with awareness. She didn’t need the sound of his boots to tell her Ben was in her office.

“Shorty, love, you ready for lunch?” Ben called as he jogged up the stairs.

He tried not to track dirt, but it was impossible to leave it all outside. He was too impatient to clean up before he saw her. It had only been a few hours, but an obsessive need drove him off the tractor and to her. His woman had a hell of a lot more willpower than he did. If she didn’t give in soon, he was going to have to strip her bare and remind her how good they were together. The thought of tying her to the bed was becoming a very real possibility.

Angelina couldn’t speak. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. Dirty boots and sweat-soaked cotton t-shirts had never excited her before. When that cotton was on Ben, she couldn’t get enough. The man was a walking sex pogo stick she wanted to bounce on. Bad.

“Tackle,” she muttered.

“What’s that love?”

Ben stopped at her worktable to see what she spent the morning doing. He had to distract himself with something, or he would bend her over that table and keep her there until they felt a lot better. He focused on pictures of the house for the guy with all the wives. Angelina had an amazing talent. His chest swelled with pride. He got impossibly harder just looking at what she could create.

It was too much. Ben ran his fingers over the drawing on the table. A smile stretched across his face that matched the look of amazement in his eyes. She realized he was proud of her work. Either that, or he was figuring out the best way to blow it up. It no longer mattered. Want and need collided. It was more than she could take. Angelina snapped.

He saw her move a second before she launched herself at him. Her legs wound around his waist. Her fingers wove into his hair. She tugged to get his mouth within reach of hers. Ben stumbled back. He tumbled backward when his foot caught on the leg of the table. Holding Angelina close, he let her take him to the floor, protecting her as they fell. His ass slammed into the floorboards as her little hands tugged his shirt off over his head.

“Need you,” she managed between heated kisses and bites.

Working the button open and with a little help from Ben, Angelina’s mouth found what it craved. There was nothing gentle or teasing about it. Her body’s demands took over. Taking him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rigidness that invaded her dreams, she hummed in bliss.

“Not going to last if you keep doing that. Jesus, that mouth,” Ben groaned. “I need to be in you.”

Angelina sucked harder.

Fisting a hand in her hair, Ben ripped her mouth off his cock. A wanton moan fell from her lips. He had no idea what made her snap. He didn’t care. His woman was stubborn. He tried everything he could think of, short of tying her up and licking every inch of her beautiful skin until she gave in and let him take her as many times as he wanted.

Straddling his thighs, she pulled her panties aside and impaled herself on him. He was huge, stretching her to her limit. Angelina couldn’t stop to savor the moment. Her need was too strong. It was bordering insanity. She craved being with him like this with every breath she took. It was more than insanity. It was her soul connecting with his. She needed that connection more than she needed air.

Ben ripped her dress off over her head. His eyes devoured her. His heart stalled in his chest. Angelina stuffed full of his cock, taking her pleasure. His woman tossed his ass on the floor, pinched her nipples, and got herself off riding his dick. Ben had never been more turned on in his life. There was only one thing that would make it better. The silky panties were obstructing the view. Tangling his fingers in the seam of her panties, Ben pulled. The material gave, and he tossed it aside.

Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her breasts. A moan ripped from her throat when the rough pads of his fingers toyed with her breasts. Her hands curled around his as she rolled her hips. Her body was wound so tight she could only gasp for breath as she hurtled toward the blissful edge of heaven.

“That’s it, Angelina. Take what that greedy pussy needs. Never going this long without you again. Fuck. Yeah, Shorty, ride my cock.”

Ben moved one hand off her breast. Sliding his thumb along her seam, he found the bundle of nerves begging for his attention. Slow teasing circles edged her closer as she moved. The proof of her need coated his shaft and soaked his balls. Her tight heat snapped around him like a vice. Fisting his hands on her ass, he used his grip to bounce her harder, forcing him deeper.

Angelina whimpered in protest when Ben moved his thumb. She was so close. His hands went from palming her ass to circling her hips, keeping his grip tight like he was afraid she would vanish. Angelina cried out when he pulled her down as he thrust up, burying himself deep. That was it. Light burst behind her eyes. Her nails sank into his arms, anchoring her as she came. Wave after erotic wave of pleasure pulsed over her, multiplying with every beat of her heart until it swept her away as she mumbled his name over and over.

Ben thrust up once more as he pulled her down. He erupted, flooding the hot depths of her pussy. Murmuring her name, he wrapped her in his arms, holding her close.

“Love you so damn much, Shorty.”

“Love you too, Army Ken,” Angelina whispered.

“Army Ken, huh?” Ben laughed.

“Well, isn’t this just a heartwarming vision?”

Angelina shrieked in surprise as Ben forced her behind him. Peering around his bulk, she was shocked to see padre standing nonchalantly, leaning against the railing at the corner of the stairs.

“You know this guy?” Ben asked.

“Padre from the club Jake and Max took me to. I was using the ladies’ room when I got interrupted. He started banging a waitress in the bathroom,” Angelina babbled.

“He looked familiar. I thought he was an old client, one of Dad’s friends, or maybe someone from town. I could only see through the crack in the stall. She didn’t say his name, just called him padre. There was this whole kinky sin thing she wanted to be punished for. Maybe not a coitus contract kinky, but nowhere near vanilla.”

“This stuff happen to you a lot?”

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