My Everything by Julia Barrett Read Free Book Online

answer?”
    “Yes,” said Grace. “If I were you, I would have hunted him down and killed him.”
    Ben snorted. “Yes, I killed him.”
    “Good. I’m glad you killed him,” she said without hesitation. “Do you still work for the government?”
    “I don’t work for the government.”
    Grace blinked at him. “Then why do you have a gun under your pillow?”
    Ben raised an eyebrow. “How do you know I have a gun under my pillow?”
    “Um, because when I was, uh, coming, I guess I reached for the pillow, and I felt it.”
    Ben’s mouth began to twitch, and he found himself grinning. A second later he was laughing out loud. He tackled Grace and rolled her beneath him.
    “When you were, uh, coming, huh?” He grinned.
    “Yes,” Grace answered, with a grin of her own as she reached up and wiped the remaining moisture from his cheeks.
    “Do you care that there’s a gun under the pillow?” he asked, pressing his suddenly swollen cock against her thigh.
    “Not particularly,” she replied.
    “Then spread your legs and let me in.”

    Grace felt her entire body grow hot at his words. She didn’t hesitate. The raw sensuality, the arousal, the sexual tension she heard in Ben’s voice brought her close to a climax even before his first thrust. She let out an involuntary gasp when his mouth descended upon hers. He kissed her hard, as if claiming her.
    A kiss is always more intimate than a fuck.
    “I fell in lust with you ten years ago, Grace,” Ben said as he plunged in and out of her, his movements slow and deliberate. “But I won’t make any promises now.” He stilled his body. “Other than to make you, uh, come again.”
    Grace laughed. She felt ten years melt away. This was her Ben. Despite the tragedy he’d experienced, he had survived. It gave her hope that maybe she had, too. She wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his firm buttocks, pulling him in further, rubbing herself along his cock as he moved. Her breath came in pants. Ben began a low rumble in his throat, and at the sound, Grace lost control. As she climaxed, he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. He bit down lightly, sucking, increasing her pleasure immeasurably.
    With a toss of her head, she cried out, begging him to stop. The sensations were simply too powerful.

    Ben did stop then but only for a moment. He loosed her nipple and said, “My turn.”
    He began to pump into her, in a rhythm designed for his pleasure. He didn’t worry about his performance. He didn’t worry about her response. All he wanted was Grace, inside and out. The wet, silky feel of her drove him wild. She was tight and sweet inside, and her skin was pure cream outside.
    He kept his eyes open and focused on her face. She looked beautiful in ecstasy. Her lips were plump and swollen from his kisses. Her eyes were closed, and long lashes shadowed her cheeks. Her hair was a tangled mass of curls, falling across her forehead and over one breast. He quickly brushed the curls aside. He wanted those delicious nipples exposed so he could watch them peak over and over again as she came.
    As Ben felt his own climax approach, he licked her lips. She parted them for him, and he thrust his tongue inside, matching the rhythm of his cock. Grace sucked on it, her response pushing him to the brink.
    Ben was a big man, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He tried to be easy with her, but she pulled him in deeper, her hands squeezed his buttocks, and he gave in to her demands. He came hard, calling her name.
    With a deep groan, Ben fell to one side of her, stunned. Every voice in his head was silent, except for one that repeated a single word, “Grace,” over and over again.

    Entwined in each other’s arms, they dozed. Eventually Grace became aware time was passing. She lifted her head and peered at the clock. It was near nine and she had a lecture to give at one. She laid her head back in the hollow of Ben’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around his chest, feeling his