Stony Creek Hero [Stony Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Taylor Berke

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    Lizzie ripped her lips from his to gasp as he plunged one finger into her dripping channel while rolling his thumb over her sensitive nub. Her breathing hitched with her lips parted as she tightened her legs on his hips, as though desperate to pull his cock closer as he inserted now two fingers into her trembling body.
    “Ben, Ben, what are you doing to me?” she moaned out, rolling her hips erotically under his skilled ministrations, her eyes now half closed under his erotic onslaught.
    “I am teaching you a lesson, baby. Look at me,” he demanded roughly.
    Her lust-glazed eyes looked up into his, now visible in the flickering candlelight. He knew that he looked wild, aroused, and male, definitely male and barely in control. She liked it. She must be shocking herself as she came to realize that she liked it a lot, Ben thought approvingly.
    “Never are you to risk yourself ever again. Never. You are too precious. Never are you to risk what is mine and you, baby, are most certainly mine.” He squeezed her breast with an almost ruthless intent while curling his fingers through her juices to rub erotically on her G-spot. Ben watched as she held her breath while she waited desperately for him to pull her over the edge of her pleasure.
    “This is all for me alone,” he said indicating her whole body with a sweep of his hand. “This breast, this pussy, and you are all mine. Mine! Now come for me.” Ben felt her body clenched at the power and control of his gently spoken command, knowing that there would be electric streaks of pleasure racing through her limbs. He felt her body violently clenching on his fingers, prompting him to declare to her, his voice rough with his own unfulfilled need.
    “Hot holy hell, you are the most fuckable thing I have ever held in my arms.”
    She couldn’t stop trembling as he eased her down from the lofty heights of liquid satiation from which he had brought her to yet again. Her breathing was ragged and she now clung to his sweaty, reassuring strength. His eyes were hooded as his engorged member pulsed against her soaking pussy, dampening the front of his jeans. He leaned his forehead against her and drew in several deep breaths, tenderly placing light kisses on her lips, eyelids, and by her ears.
    Her hands slid down his belly, her nails etching over the hard ridges of his abdomen, on their quest to give him pleasure as well. He placed his hand over hers as she ran her palm up and down his rigid length. She thought he was about to pull her hand away when he pressed his right over the top of hers and increased the pace and pressure of her stroke. The moment felt surreal to her as he silently helped her, even now, to learn about him and his body while maintaining their intimacy. Lizzie leaned back, trying to find the release to his buckle when he took a sudden step back from the counter, breaking their connection.
    He stared at her as though he had never seen her before. She sat there like a wanton goddess with her abundant soft breasts teasing his eyes while he eyed the swollen, wet lips of her mouth that matched the swollen, wet lips of her core. It had to be the most fucking carnally arousing site he had ever seen.
    “Ben, please let me touch you. I need to,” she beseeched him.
    He felt himself crumble with all his good intentions lost at her entreated plea. She slid to her knees, and he rotated around so now it was his hips that leaned against the same span of counter that he had just given Lizzie her soft, sated expression. He threaded his fingers in her thick, silken hair as her hands began to explore the muscled planes of his chest and belly again.
    Lizzie felt drunk with power and pride that she could have an effect on a man like Benjamin Powell and that she was the only one who got to touch him. She trembled from wanting him. Fresh moisture ran from her molten core as she became more aroused at the feel of his incredible physique under her hands. Long daily hours had