Brooke & Ben: Before Fate Interrupted by Kaitlyn Cross Page A

care. The pleasure outweighed the pain. She
shifted on her knees, her butt hanging in the air and her boobs feeling like
they would fly off at any second as they rocked back and forth.
    Ben gathered her
hair into his fist and pulled, his hips slapping against her curvy cheeks with
reckless abandon. Sweat glistened across his chest as he pumped even harder.
    Brooke moaned
louder and looked at him over her shoulder. “Oh yeah, don’t stop!”
    The bed squeaked
against the floor and Brooke collapsed onto her elbows to give her wrists a
break. Ben pulled on the reigns, pulling her head back, and thrust even harder.
The whole room was shaking now, registering a ten-point-zero on the Richter scale.
Everything was a series of jerky flashes.
    “Jesus Christ,
Ben!”
    “This is what
happens,” he panted, “when you get me into trouble!”
    The bed was
actually sliding back and forth across the hardwood now.
    “Oh, I got you into trouble?”
    He slowed and
let her hair fall to the side, gently gliding in and out of her from behind. He
reached around and cupped her breasts. “Let’s not argue.”
    Brooke let her
head hang from her shoulders as she soaked him in, clenching her muscles around
his shaft.
    He stared down
at her, watching her through untamed eyes. “You like that?”
    “I love it.”
    Ben needled her
nipples while gently giving her every inch of his oversized pocket rocket
before taking it all back again. In and out. In and out, her wetness greasing
his path. His cock was so swollen even Brooke’s insides were trembling.
    “Go faster
again.”
    “I’m not sure
that’s a good idea.”
    Her eyes popped
open. “Why not?”
    “You’re so hot,
I’m about to lose it.”
    She twisted her
head around and looked at him out the corner of her eye. “Go ahead, sweetie, I’ve
already had two orgasms.”
    He hesitated,
uncertainty keeping a fast tempo at bay.
    “It’s okay,”
Brooke whispered. “I’m on the pill.”
    “You sure?”
    She pushed against
him, taking him all in and wiggling her curvy cheeks against him. “I’m sure.”
    He took a deep
breath and punched back in, throttling her hips with his strong hands as he
punished her from behind. The bed creaked in protest, its legs scraping loudly.
Skin slapped against skin, rising above the stereo in the living room.
    Brooke’s head
rammed into the padded headboard. “Oh shit, not that fast!”
    He reached
forward and pulled her arms back, using them like reigns as he brought it home.
Tendons bulged in his neck.
    “Give it to me,
baby,” Brooke said into the pillow.
    Ben scrunched
his face up and grunted her name, exploding inside of her like the fireworks
going off inside her head. Brooke’s muscles constricted around him as a wave of
something she had never felt before washed over her tingling body. She turned
her head to the side for more air. Her insides felt like gravity had lost its
hold, like she was plummeting down that first big hill on a wooden
rollercoaster. Goose bumps bristled across the surface of her skin, the air sweeter
than ever before.
    Ben released her
arms and fell onto the bed next to her, spooning her from behind, struggling
for air. His warm breath rushed over her ear. “That was…incredible.”
    Brooke stared at
the alarm clock next to the bed, wanting to disagree but unable to form any
type of defense. She was breathless and stunned. He wrapped an arm around her
and nuzzled his nose into her neck, breathing her in. She inhaled a quick
breath as he pressed his softening manhood deeper inside of her one last time,
his twitching release beginning to slow. She pushed against him, taking all
that she could before it was too late.
    “God, you smell
good.”
    She rubbed the
dragon coiling around his forearm, drawing in deep gulps of oxygen to appease
her racing heart. “How old are you again?”
    Ben cleared his
throat. “In human years?”
    “No, in vampire
years.”
    “A hundred and
sixty-seven.”
    “What’re you
like