Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(56)
“Oh, so it would be too much work for you to try and get me out of that shell, huh?” I raise my eyebrow at him.
“No, that’s not what I meant, f*cking hell.” He groans in frustration. “What I meant was that with what you’ve been through and then suddenly having all of us around you, you could have shut yourself off from the world. I’m not sure I’m making any sense.” He groans.
“I know what you mean. I wasn’t too sure what to expect. I thought you were going to be just as bad as them and that I was going from one prison to another. In a way, I’m glad that it was Gabe who brought me to the compound and that you spent the night at Callum’s cabin. I don’t think it would have done us any good spending that evening in each other’s company. I was a mess and having Gabe driving me to the compound and talking to the girls was just what I needed that night. I could actually feel the rage emanating from you that evening, it was a little scary and well Gabe’s calming superior gorgeous presence helps everyone.” I chuckle.
“Fuck off! I was ready to bash Gabe’s face in.”
“That would have sucked, he has such a pretty face.” I tease.
“Do you seriously find all of my friends hot?” He frowns.
“Yeah.” I grin innocently.
“Fuck’s sake.” He groans.
“You can’t blame me, don’t try and tell me you that don’t find the girls attractive?” I give him a pointed look.
“Fair enough,” he begrudgingly admits through gritted teeth.
“I win!” I sit up and throw my hands in the air in victory. Less than two seconds later, I’m pinned underneath Bennett’s amazing body. Double win!
“No, I win.” He smirks and lowers his face to mine before kissing me deeply.
“I want you to touch me, Bennett,” I whisper huskily.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I need you.” I bring his lips to mine and kiss him with all the passion I have inside me. His mouth opens and he flicks the tip of his tongue over my lower lip, I part my lips and his tongue immediately starts caressing mine. I moan into the kiss and grind my hips against his.
As he’s slowly stripping me, he licks down my neck towards my still covered boobs. He fiddles with the front clasp of my bra for a second before removing it slowly and throwing it away. He kisses his way between my boobs and down to my stomach where he kisses my belly button.
His mouth leaves my skin and I moan at the loss of his touch until I feel his fingers slowly unbutton my jeans before pulling them down my legs, all the while his gaze never leaves mine. He throws my jeans and panties somewhere behind him and spreads my legs. I know it’s Bennett, but I feel so exposed. I know I was the one who took control the last time, but this is so much more than just a quick f*ck.
He crawls between my legs and brushes his fingers over my swollen lips, making me shiver and moan in pleasure. His fingers keep teasing me as his tongue trails back up to my boobs. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and nibbles it gently.
I lift my head and pull his face towards me so I can kiss him. I notice that he’s fully dressed and that needs to change right now. I pull off his t-shirt and plant soft kisses all over his chest. I throw his t-shirt to the side and take a second to look at him. He looks beautiful in a rugged way. His chest and arms are covered in ink and it makes him all the more glorious. I grin innocently as my hands travel down his tattooed body of their own accord until I reach his belt. I undo it and pop open the buttons of his jeans before lowering them just enough for his cock to jump to attention.
I slowly caress his hard dick as I keep eye contact with him. I move out of the way and push him down onto the bed. He complies on falls backwards onto the bed, looking at me with a look of adoration on his face.
“I love you,” he whispers as he brings his lips close to mine.
“I’ve loved you since the first day we met.” I smile and brush my lips over his.
“Fuck, Nancy.” He groans.
He rolls over, taking me with him so I’m underneath him. He kisses behind my ear as he settles between my legs. My breath hitches as he caresses my stomach with his fingers. I’m desperate for him to go lower, but he doesn’t and just looks at me with a smug expression on his face. I try to move my body closer to him to get some kind of friction and relief but he keeps still. It’s like he wants to see how long it’ll be until I beg, which at this rate is going to be in two seconds if he carries on like this.
He sits back on his heels and I close my legs, if he’s not going to get on with it then he’s not going to see shit. Unfortunately the crafty bastard is stronger than me and opens my legs without any struggle. He caresses the inside of my legs slowly, traveling to the apex of my thighs and back down to my ankles. He tugs so my legs are around him his waist and I’m flush against his cock.
I grind against him as I let out a long moan of desperation. I need him inside me so badly and I know that he feels the same. He matches my movements and grinds against my sensitive clit. Luckily this torture doesn’t last long because he lies me back down on the bed before covering my body with his. He strokes my cheek with his knuckles as he balances himself on his left arm. He slowly teases my opening with his cock before I buck my hips, making him go deeper.
We both groan in pleasure and frustration as he finally, but slowly, inches into me. He slowly withdraws before quickly thrusting back in, burying himself to the hilt. He stays buried in me for a couple of seconds before finally moving again. We move together, meeting each other’s thrusts and I start to feel faint from the pleasure.