Breaking All the Rules by Abi Walters Page A

elsewhere. He was desperate to keep her, even if just for the night. He was going to make her feel better the only way he knew how- with mind blowing sex.
                  She leaned back as his spare hand pulled her shirt up exposing a dark purple lacy bralette. Her ample breasts were tender, aching for his touch, her nipples already hard awaiting his touch. Quickly, he pulled down the lacy material, freeing one plump breast. Her skin was milky white, her areola a delicious pink that made him want to throw her down and drive his cock deep inside her. Benson twirled the hard nub in his finger for just a moment before he took it in his mouth. Mia moaned as she looked down at him. She was a vixen. Her hair had been expertly placed on the top of her head moments ago, but was in a limp ball near her neck. Her face was a mix of sadness and pleasure, and Benson couldn’t put a finger on how he felt seeing her makeup smudged while her lips were full from arousal.
                  Mia shivered with pleasure as his fingers curled inside her. She needed to touch him, to taste him, to feel him. At that moment, she was sure she never wanted anything or anyone more than she wanted Benson Ward. She let go of the leather seat and moved to release him from his pants. He released her nipple. The warm air hit the wet flesh and Mia licked her lips.
                  “Not yet,” He said hoarsely. “I don’t want to have you for the first time in the back of a limo.”
                  “I want to touch you,” She whined with a pout that made his balls tighten.
                  “If you touch me, precious, I won’t be able to control what happens next.”
                  “I’ve been selfish, taking all the orgasms. Please, Benson, let me touch you.”
                  It was true. She hadn’t touched him once since they’d met, not that she hadn’t tried. Benson was so focused on pleasing her every time that he ignored his painful erection. Of course he wanted to let her stroke him, to feel her warm tongue swirl around the head of his dick. Just the thought of sliding into her velvet fist made him weak. Benson never denied himself pleasures, but taking care of Mia seemed to have more precedence, more urgency.
                  He withdrew his hand and flipped her on her back, cloaking her body with his. With one leg on the floor of the limo and the other between her legs, he pressed into her. Her soft gasp followed by a moan of excitement was torture. Benson kissed her hard, his hands exploring her body. She had her fingers weaved through his hair pulling him closer. She couldn’t get enough of him. Mia was scared that if she took a breath, if she blinked, he’d disappear.
                  The limo pulled to a stop and lingered. By chance, Mia tore herself away from Benson and looked out the tinted window. They were outside her tall brick building. She groaned out of frustration and excitement of what was to come. Benson followed her gaze, mumbling under his breath as he fastened her pants and sat up. He didn’t bother straightening either of their garments; instead, he expertly slid out of the limo pulling her along with him. Mia watched as he spoke quickly with the driver of his car. She grabbed his arm and tugged him inside her building, paying no attention to anything but the elevator that waited in front of them. Unfortunately for the pair, the cab was filling with a few lingering tenants. They could have waited and called another, but Mia desperately needed to have him. She jerked him inside and ignored the knowing glances and smirks from the other residents as they stood close together, reeking of sex and looking like they’d spent an hour fisting each other’s hair.
                  Benson had half a mind to forget about the people in the cab and take her right there. She’d look wonderful with her bare ass