Page 29 of Against The Boards

“Your tits are so nice,” he breathed into my ear.

“Oh, yeah? And real, eh?” I teased.

“Yeah…” He panted into my ear and continued to fondle me. “They fit so nicely in my hands. Like they were made for me.”

I bit back a moan at that. He had huge hands, and I wanted them all over me tonight. I wanted to have rough, hot, angry sex with this man. I squeezed my legs around his back and threaded my hands through his hair. He lifted me off the island and carried me into his bedroom, never once breaking the kiss. I was impressed; the big guy had skills. He kicked the door shut and pressed me up against it.

Oh my God, was he going to fuck me up against the wall?

“Rox…” He moaned into my neck, and I wrenched his head back up to my lips.

“Shush. Less talky, more get inside me,” I growled before I bit his bottom lip.

He yanked his head away and went back to kissing my neck. I was practically humping him to feel the friction of his cock against my needy pussy.

“I want to be inside you so bad,” he panted into the hollow of my throat. “Are we really doing this?”

“What part of shut up and fuck me do you not understand?” I asked with a hiss.

He didn’t respond to that, but he ground his hips into me, and I moaned at the feel of him, hard and aroused. I wanted his cock inside me right now. He pulled at the tie on my dress while I pulled his t-shirt over his head. He had an impressive body, but running my hands over the hard lines of his chest and his defined abs was a completely different story. My fingers grazed across the colorful skull tattoo on his upper arm. I wanted to ask him about the meaning of his tattoo, but I was too horned up for real questions.

He pulled back and dropped my legs to the floor, but he held my hand so he could spin me out of the dress and drop it to the floor. He traced the white trillium flower tattoo on my left shoulder blade.

“This is new,” he said, and I nearly died when he pressed a soft kiss to my skin. Before I could process it, he spun me back around so I could face him. His eyes were ablaze with lust, and he drank me in hungrily, looking at the strapless red push-up bra and matching panties.

“You’re so sexy,” he growled and unclasped my bra with one hand in an impressive move.

My hand went to his jeans, but he slapped it away and pushed me against the wall again. He pinned both of my hands above my head with one hand while his other slowly slid my underwear off.

“So sexy,” he whispered, more to himself than to me.

I wrinkled my nose at that. “You don’t have to flatter me. I know you’ve been with women who are way hotter and thinner than me.”

I wasn’t ashamed of being a curvy woman, I knew I was a big girl, and I was fine with that, but guys with six-pack abs and biceps like that weren’t interested in women who looked like me. Hockey players went for the supermodel-looking woman, and we weren’t talking about the Ashley Graham type.

Fire flashed in his eyes, and he pulled me flush against his naked chest. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock through his jeans. “You feel that?” he gritted out.

“Uh-huh.”

“If I didn’t think you were sexy as fuck, I wouldn’t be so hard right now it hurts. So when I say you’re sexy, shut the fuck up and take the compliment.”

He kissed me hard. Our tongues tangled until I pulled back to bite his bottom lip. My hand gripped the back of his neck angrily. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

He smiled and bent down to nip at my neck playfully. He kissed up to my ear until his breath was on the shell of it. “Get on the bed, Roxanne.”

“Or what?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

His hand bit into my ass in a playful slap. “You infuriating woman. You’re going to get it good.”

“Yeah?”

“You gonna listen now? Or do I need to spank that cute ass of yours? Huh, bad girl?”

I let a whimper out, and he smirked because he knew I was into the domineering thing he was pulling right now. The idea of him bending me over his knee and spanking me? I was into it. Why was I into that? I yelped as he picked me up again and threw me onto his bed. I sat up and watched as he took his jeans and boxers off.

Benny crawled into bed with me and kissed me roughly. I gave in to the feeling of letting him take control. His hand pinched my nipple while the other slow-crawled down between my thighs. I sighed in satisfaction as he pumped two thick fingers inside me. I moaned when he kissed down my chest and swirled his tongue across one of my nipples. He sucked on it in time with his pumping fingers, and I arched into his hand.

He lifted his head up from my chest. “Are you gonna come for me?”