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This time he slides into me slowly, his gaze not leaving mine.

It feels so good when he’s inside me. It’s like this is how I’m meant to be and that, before Ben fucking me, I’d never been my whole self.

But I’m not used to him, and as he reaches the end of me, and he’s as deep as he can go, I gasp.

“Too much?” he asks.

I shake my head. “It’s…You feel so good.”

He sweeps a piece of hair from my face and nods. “You feel so good too.”

He starts to move. It’s not the relentless, desperate fucking from the kitchen. This is small, intense, intimate movements that make me feel like I’m floating over New York City. He leans forward to kiss me, without missing a beat. And he slides in and out of me, his tongue, his cock, and I don’t know where I end and he begins. We’re entirely enmeshed and connected.

He moves to his back, pulling me with him so I’m sitting astride him, his cock still buried inside me. He gazes up at me, as he slides his hands over my breasts and around my waist. Then he cups his hands over my hips and moves me back and forth, so he’s sliding in and out of me at the perfect pace. I might be on top, but it’s definitely Ben fucking me and not the other way around.

My head tips back, and I moan at how incredible the man makes me feel.

“Look at me,” he says.

I do as he says and cover his hands on my hips as he pulls me deep onto his cock.

“You feel that?” he asks.

“I can’t feel anything else,” I reply. I don’t want to feel anything else. I want to stay right here, in this room, with Ben inside me for the rest of my life.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

He sits up abruptly and kisses me. The change in angle, and his tongue…it’s too much.

“Ben,” I cry out, as my orgasm rumbles in the distance.

“Yes, baby. Come for me.”

Our mouths clash together, desperate to give and take, as Ben pistons in and out of me, my climax drawing nearer and nearer.

My body tightens as waves of pleasure wash over me, and my entire body shudders and vibrates with the feeling of Ben inside me.

“Avril,” Ben barks out, and I pull him close, pushing down, trying to get him deeper, wanting everything from him. I want him to feel even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now. Because it’s so good. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

What has this man done to me?

FOUR

Ben

I wake up, not sure where I am, and feel a sharp blow to my kidneys. And then another to my lower back.

Fuck. Who’s attacking me? And where the hell am I?

“Get out,” a woman snaps.

I open my eyes but it’s pitch black, and then I get another kick in the back. I tumble out of bed and away from whoever or whatever is trying to inflict pain on me in the middle of the night. Memories start to form in my brain, but the hangover and lack of sleep aren’t helping me piece together what’s happening to me.

“I said get your clothes and get out of here,” the woman barks. “You snore like an elephant with a respiratory issue. You need to leave.”

The voice is familiar, and I start to smile as I think back to the night before. The woman with the smart mouth and the incredible smile. Oh yes, she’s coming back to me now. What an incredible night.

The kitchen. The knife. Those streaks of pleasure she left on my countertops.