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The last comes out as a question as her back arches and she tilts her face up so she can look at me.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s supposed to be that way.” She shakes her head. “It’s supposed to feel like you might die if I don’t keep going. It means I’m doing something right and you are so fucking perfect.”
I take her mouth and push into it causing her to gasp as she tightens even more. I teach her how to use her tongue to flirt with mine and how to play. She moans through our kiss before breaking away and begging me to keep going.
“Please, please, please!”
And then her body starts to shake, and she gets wetter. The muscles all along her pussy start to flutter and convulse. She cries out and I can tell she’s cumming for me. And I learn that Rory is beautiful when she cums. And I want to make her do it over and over again.
Chapter Fifteen
Rory
I’m breathing hard when I open my eyes finally, only to find Bennet staring down at me. Before I can find the words to say anything about what just happened between the two of us, he slips his finger from inside of me. I gasp because I wasn’t even aware that he had done that. When did he…?
He’s breathing just as heavily as I am, and I wonder if…could he be as turned on by me as I am by him. I discard the thought immediately. There is no way that can be true. None.
He surprises another gasp from me when I watch as he brings his finger to his lips and sucks it into his mouth. His eyes close as he moans out around the digit. A blush lights across my face just knowing I am the taste he is savoring. I pull my gaze away because I can’t keep looking at the naked want I find in his eyes when he opens them. The blue is so dark and stormy that they almost appear black.
He takes me by the chin and turns my face back, so our eyes connect again. “I bet when I get this tasty little pussy under my tongue, I’ll cum as hard as I just did now taking my first taste of you.”
Is he…? Did he…? “You…?”
He nods, “Oh yeah, princess. Once I had the flavor of you in my mouth…I sprayed like a fucking fire hose, so never think you were the only one who feels this way.”
He proves it by taking my hand and placing it over the crotch of his jeans. I can feel the dampness in the front of his…I can feel him. Goodness gracious, that can’t be…all him. But it is. It was under my hip, under the soft flesh of my belly when he had his hands on me when I was cuffed and over his lap. It takes me a minute to realize his hand has moved from mine and I’m still touching him, unconsciously rubbing my hand against him.
I jerk my hand away with a little yelp and meet his eyes shyly under my lashes. He’s wearing a cocky smile but doesn’t tell me to get away from him.
“Let’s get you dressed, sweetheart.” I tense at his words, but he continues as he untangles us and stands, “You can’t stay here with that broken window. I’ll grab some planks and board it up while you get dressed, and we’ll figure out the next move.”
Shit, I forgot I was in nothing more than just a towel.
“Bennet,” I wait until he turns around to look at me, “I really did lock the door.”
“It was open when I came in.”
“Broken?” He shakes his head ‘no’ for me.
“Just unlocked.”
My hand raises to circle my throat, “Then how did he get in, Bennet?”
He’s back in front of me in the blink of an eye, right in front of me. “Hey, we’ll figure this out. And until then I won't leave you alone for a second. Do you understand, Rory? I’ll make sure you’re never hurt again.”
I nod even though it feels like maybe…just maybe…this guy was a fucking ghost, and this house really is haunted. I rush through the process of packing with the bag Bennet was waving around before all of the…stuff got started. I try not to think about anything that happened tonight because everything seems like it could push me right over the edge.
And things don’t get any better when I go home with Bennet. Te is there, waiting for us in the living room. She rushes over to me and envelopes me in a hug and guilt and fear rise up inside of me causing a huge lump to form and my eyes to water.
“Are you alright, Rory? Bennet called me and,” she brushes my hair back from my neck and her eyes widen before she can school her features, “oh, sweetie.”
I turn to look at Bennet who is also staring at my neck, making me really subconscious.
“Is it bad?” I don’t know which one of them I am actually asking.
It’s Bennet who answers by stepping closer to me and taking my chin in his hands so he can tip my face back for a better look. He does it so gently it makes me want to cry all over again. When his eyes meet mine, they are dark once again.
“It’s not very noticeable. Me and Te can probably see it because we know what it’s supposed to look like.” His thumb runs over the side of my neck before doing the same thing with my bottom lip.
