Free Breaking All the Rules by Abi Walters

He drove into her with all the force he could muster. Mia shook, crying out his name as her hands reached up and grabbed the ornate headboard. Her knuckles were white as she held, taking his cock with each deep thrust. The rhythmic pounding of his testicles against her, the guttural noises of pain and pleasure that escaped them both- it all faded away into a buzz. They were lost in each other’s eyes, stupidly unaware of everything around them as she convulsed with her final, strained orgasm. Benson didn’t break the contact when he buried himself deep inside her, releasing his seed with a jolting shake and a hoarse cry of her name. In that moment they were connected in ways others dreamed of. It was raw, it was passionate, and it suddenly became so much more than just sex.
    He wobbled as he lay beside her. Mia was hyper aware of her heartbeat. It thumped wildly inside her. She thought it was going to jump out of her chest and nestle itself in the pocket of Benson’s jeans and be lost forever. Though, she admitted to herself, he didn’t have to carry her heart in his pocket to possess it. She closed her eyes to avoid the tears that were welling to the surface. Within moments, she slipped into an exhausted sleep.
    She woke to a cold cloth running along her thighs. Shivering, she fluttered her eyes open. Benson was standing over her in his boxers cleaning the mess of the evening off her body. Illuminated by the moonlight drifting through a window, the tenderness of the act wasn’t lost upon Mia. She stayed quiet and let herself get lost in the affection. She pretended Benson Ward cared for her. She pretended he wanted her for more than just sex.
    “Sorry to wake you, precious.”
    His low voice made her insides warm. She cursed at her budding arousal and sat up before Benson could tell. Her body was too drained to have any more orgasms, not that she didn’t want them. If she wasn’t afraid of slipping into an orgasm induced coma she would let Benson take her all night long. He pushed her past the brink and into the icy waters and then pulled her back up into his arms like it was second nature. For a guy like Benson, it probably was.
    Benson watched her sleep longer than he wanted to admit. Her body, covered with sweat and wrung out to dry, was marvelous. Though he had just had her, he wanted more. Possessing her hadn’t lessened her hold on him. Instead, he wanted her more. He never wanted to go without the taste of her sweet pussy or the sight of her passionate eyes. Mia had taken him in more than one way. He had gotten out of bed quickly, afraid of his realization, afraid of being too close to her. He wanted to run out of her studio and never look back.
    “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Mia’s voice lacked emotion, though it was barely more than a whisper.
    “I don’t think it’d be smart for me to stay.”
    Mia turned quickly and pulled the blanket up to her neck so he didn’t see her quiver. He didn’t have to see it to know that she was upset. She had given herself to him fully more than an hour prior but was now retreating back inside herself. All the possession he held over her, the fire in his eyes when he saw Aaron- were they all just a ploy to get her in bed? She knew Benson Ward didn’t care about anyone other than himself, but she let herself go on for days thinking he did. He was rich, powerful, and the most handsome man in the entire world. He didn’t need to share a bed with a woman. He needed a good, hard, sweaty fuck. She had given it to him.
    Benson wanted to climb back into bed with her. He wanted to feel her sleepy breath against his chest. He wanted to smell the sweetness of her hair when he woke up with her cradled by his side. Mia was his weak spot. She was powerful and driven carrying a near deadly air of sex appeal around her everywhere she went, yet she managed to be so soft and sweet, so vulnerable. He had failed to see that before he met her at Pluto Lounge. It took a dirty