A Mess of a Man (Cruel & Beautiful #2)(40)

“More,” I breathe, holding his eyes in challenge.

He braces himself on one elbow and thrusts in and out, hard and fast. His brow is furrowed and a fine sheen of sweat makes him glow. The man look like an illusion—like something I dreamed up.

“Tell me how you like it, Sam.”

He hits a spot that makes me groan, and I pant out, “Yeah, this is good.”

A hand moves between us and he finds my sensitive nub, which is still reeling from my last orgasm, and starts to apply the slightest pressure. Then he moves his finger so he’s rubbing but not really rubbing.

Oh my God, I’m pretty sure I see heaven as stars explode in front of my eyes and I climax again, moaning out my pleasure. I think I understand why he has a reputation. He knows my body better than I do and this is our first time. I start to realize why women would want to hold on to him.

“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he says.

“Huh?” I blink before his words register. “Oh.” I smile, enjoying the afterglow of two orgasms. “I wouldn’t know.”

He chuckles at my stupid joke. Then he puts a hand under my waist and flips me over. What? There’s more? I feel his cock all over the back of me as he kisses me everywhere. My neck, my shoulder, my back, my ass, especially my ass when he sinks his teeth into me. He lifts my hips, shoves a mound of pillows under me, and spreads my legs. Then his head is back between my thighs, nibbling, sucking and who knows what all. Only I know I’m getting turned on again.

He positions himself at my entrance and plunges in. “You’re so wet, Sam.”

“I should be. You’ve just given me two orgasms.”

“Hmm. And to think the night has just begun.”

“What?” I gasp.

“That was only a warm up.”

I’m speechless because two has been the limit of the few guys that came before him.

“And Sam, this one’s going to be a little rougher than the last two.”

As soon as his words end, he slams into me, deep.

“Oh, God, Ben.” It’s all I can say.

He presses a palm on my back, pushing me down but keeping my ass raised and f*cks me like a mad man. Now I know what I’ve been missing and why all the bad girls are bad. This is what f*cking is all about.

My fingers grab the sheets and clump them up right before I scream out his name and have violent orgasm number three. He isn’t done and I ache in the sweetest way. He adjusts his angle as he continues to pound into me building my fourth release.

“That’s it, baby. I feel your tight * grip me. You’re going to come and so am I.”

He grips my sides as he nails me to the bed. I come hard screaming out my pleasure as he grunts, coming hard, grinding himself against my ass. Then he pulls out and collapses on top of me, grabbing me close to him.

“That was epic,” he says.

I can hardly catch my breath, but manage to utter, “Yeah. It was.”

He kisses my cheek and I turn so I can kiss him back. What I thought would be a quick peck turns into a serious make out session. We are nothing but hands, lips, and tongues.

When we finally stop, he looks down and my gaze follows. He’s sporting an impressive erection again.

“Jesus, Sam.” He shakes his head and laughs. “Don’t go anywhere.” He gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom but is back before I can think of doing a thing.

“I want you on top.” He reaches for a condom and I grab his hand.

“I want to do that.”

His grin is one for a toothpaste commercial as he hands me said item. I stick the end in my mouth and use my teeth to tear into the foil packet. Once his cock is fully protected, I prepare to mount. Then I laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just thought how I was preparing to mount you. Like a horse.”

“And?”

“I thought it was funny.”

“Wait.” He runs a finger around my opening. “Just wanted to make sure you were ready.”

That was nice. Trevor never would’ve done that.

“The verdict?”

“Mount up, cowgirl.” Now he laughs.

I lift up and insert the tip but I don’t wait and do it little by little. I fully seat myself on him and he lets out the sexiest damn groan I’ve ever heard. Then he grabs my hands and puts them on his hips.

“Go. Ride me hard, Sam.”

And I do. I hold nothing back. But he tells me to stop and face the other way.

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

And he’s right. The pressure, holy cow. Or horse. Or whatever. And then he starts to play with my ass. And I freeze.

“No?”

“No.”

“Okay.” His hands are gone from that spot. “For now. One day I’ll change your mind.”

I don’t pay attention; I’m only focused on one thing.

“Sam, are you close?”

“Yeah.”

Then he surprises me when he sits up, but not all the way. His hand reaches for me and starts with a nipple. Then he moves to my clit and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge. He follows and after, lays me down right on top of him, and rolls on his side.

“Next time will be like this.”