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Emily
Vol. 4
By E. Loves
Closing chapter…
Gorilla Ben saw a change in his Rosie lately. Her chest gave harder rises and falls, her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes strayed to him and his body until he returned the look, and she averted her gaze from him…
Was she worried that he’d get taken to the white room once more? That those bad guys would come back for him? Never. He made sure to destroy them all. When he saw her tear-streaked face after escaping one of his guards, he had no choice. No one made Rosie cry. No one tore them apart and made her feel sad. He wiped away her tears with his furry, bloodied fingers and her breath caught, then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to their home.
And since then, his Rosie had been different.
Not that it was a bad change. It just left Gorilla Ben slightly different himself because he no longer knew how to treat his Rosie. She looked nervous at his touch, so he kept his distance. He feared his own touch because something started to change. He didn’t know whether it was a bad or good thing, but one thing was for sure, it was definitely hard not to notice his human anew.
Rosie was soft and heavy in her chest and hips while his body was hard and covered in fur. He wondered why he never noticed these things before. How different the two of them were? He’d never seen her without her clothes while he never wore any. His fur kept him covered until lately when he stared at her sometimes, he grew hard and stiff. His chest was full of warmth and his body on fire. He did this before, and he’d have to grab ahold of it and stroke to make it go away. Only he never did such a thing in front of Rosie. Now, every time he looked at her, it seemed to grow. The first time it happened, she covered her eyes and hurried off. The second, her face grew red, and she hid it in her palms. The third, she was bathing, and Gorilla Ben shouldn’t have come to the water because he knew she liked her privacy. His curiosity wouldn’t let him stay still. Although ashamed, he peeked at her from afar. He wanted to see what his Rosie looked like underneath all the things that kept her hidden.
She lifted her head above water, wiping her hair down with her hands just as he dropped down behind a bush. Then she moved further out of the water and her chest came into view. His body reacted and grew at the sight of her. So different, yet so alluring and beautiful. Then her hips moved out of the water, followed by the rest of her legs. He realized she was finished with her bath, but he could only hold his breath.
She didn’t have what he had. She had nothing at all… Up close, he wondered if maybe there was more to the small patch of hair between her legs. The fire in him grew, and without caution or thinking, he rose from behind the bush. She saw him immediately and dropped down covering herself.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
He hated to make her upset, but his body was an inferno and his mind a cluttered mess of nothing but thoughts of her. He had only her to talk to. She was the only thing he ever wanted… Until now. He wondered what else he needed from his Rosie instead of just her company.
He stalked toward her, moving through the bushes. She sucked in a breath and glanced down at him. “Rosie…” He glanced down at the hard length before gripping it in his hand.
“Ben, w-what are you doing?” she asked again. Only she didn’t really cover her eyes so much this time.
“I…” He had no clue how to explain himself to her. He only hoped she’d understand him.
She swallowed. “We can’t.”
“Can’t?”
This time she pressed her face into her knees. “You don’t even know…”
“I’m sorry, Rosie. I don’t want to peek at you, but I can’t...” Gorilla Ben used his hand that he held his length with and covered it from her view, ashamed. “You are not safe with me anymore… My body reacts on its own and now, even my head is full of bad thoughts of you. You…and what you look like without clothing. It makes me burn all over, your beauty does. I can’t make it stop.”
“Ben,” she whispered, standing up and revealing her curves to him once more. His eyes drank her in and this time, he was the one to swallow. “Neither can I.”
To Be Continued…
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My mind was having trouble processing how great volume four was doing on release day. Not only that, the entire series was taking off.
I tried to figure out what it was. What changed… Then I realized it had to be my readers gushing about the fourth book. Did people really want them together so badly? Now that I began the journey of their newfound desires for one another, it seriously made a difference.
I glanced over at Benjamin sleeping beside me. I hadn’t woken him yet even though he had wanted me to as soon as I did so that we could check out the reviews. But, I had been too nervous to wake him without looking at them first. Now I was smiling and feeling a little amazed. I couldn’t stop looking down at him… I could totally see why they wanted the two of them together now. One hundred percent.
My body hummed to life the longer I stared at his dark, thick lashes. He had Nightmare on Elm Street on and waiting for me like he’d said he would when I got home from work last night. He made us popcorn and pizza, and it had been amazing. Benjamin was always amazing. He’d taken me on the couch during the movie, and I had climaxed just as a woman was getting killed… I had screamed louder than her.
Just thinking about it… I closed my laptop and set it aside as I moved underneath the cover and slid my hand down until I grabbed him through his briefs. He was soft, but my body was a buzzing with awareness. I hadn’t gotten a chance to truly look or touch him. He always pleased me so much that he left me no time to think—only to react and feel what he did to me.
I wanted to explore and taste him… I lifted the covers and traveled down as quietly as I could, feeling devious that I was taking advantage of a sleeping man. Only he was already growing in the palm of my hand as I stroked him through his briefs. He moved a bit. I paused as he thrust his hips into my hand. I got between his legs, pulled down his briefs and he lifted his butt in the air to help. I took that as a sign that he was possibly awake and on board, or even asleep, he was on board. I wanted to pull the covers off me so that I could devour him with my eyes. Benjamin was impressive down below. Every time he entered me, he forced me to realize just how full he made me. I sucked in a breath because I was turning myself on as I stroked my palm up and down his length. He was hot against my skin, and as I raised my head to take him in my mouth, I felt his hand slide under the covers and tangle itself into my hair. I covered him with my mouth and he hissed, pressing my face down onto his erection just as he pressed his hips forward.
“Oh, fuck, Emily.”
I whimpered myself because his reactions always turned me inside out, and the way he took control of everything sent me into a frenzy.
I couldn’t deep throat. I never cared to try to be good at giving head because it was never something I enjoyed doing, but I could see myself doing this to Benjamin whenever he wanted. I took what I could of him in my mouth, then pulled away and then back again, suctioning my mouth against him as I did. He groaned again and tossed the covers off us. His eyes caught mine, and that only seemed to make us worse. He pushed my mouth over his dick again while thrusting his hips up. He retreated when I started gagging, but in all honesty, I thought he enjoyed it when he forced my throat to react. The fact that Benjamin knew what he liked and had no problems taking from me had me squirming as I sucked him off.
“I want that ass on my face.” His voice was thick and raspy from sleep and desire. “Seriously, babe, turn around and you can go back to sucking my dick while you ride my face.”
I made a sound in my throat as I slid my lips off him, taking the chance to look at his huge length in my palms. He was big, and his skin darker there than the rest of him. He kept his dark hair trimmed, and he was so yummy looking that my stomach clenched. I eyed the head of his dick before meeting his gaze. “Can’t you let me please you?”
He leaned across the bed and grabbed his glasses off the nightstand, put them on and smirked, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes as he muttered, “Believe me, anything I do to you pleases me.”
His words gave my chest warmth. I went to take him in my mouth again and he gripped my hair to prevent me. I met his eyes again. “Where’s the dildo I got you?” My stomach fluttered and burned at his question.
“In my room,” I whispered. My stomach gave way to the flood of desire his words meant.
He raised up, and I reluctantly released his erection as he climbed out of bed. He discarded his briefs that I had slid down his legs and stood naked. He was the best thing I’d ever had the pleasure of looking at and knowing that he was my boyfriend as well as the boy that became my best friend and protector over the years had me feeling emotional. I lifted my arms up lying on my belly and placed my head in them to stop myself from weeping over looking at him.
God, he made me such a mess.
I felt him tucking his hands underneath me before he flipped me around and scooped me up in his arms. “Let’s go to your bedroom,” was what he said as he walked out of his room with me in his arms.
I eyed the side of his face as he carried me. I was equal parts weepy and so turned on by looking at him that I could only let him lead. “Where’s it at?” It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about.
“In the dresser. Top drawer,” I mumbled as he laid me down on the bed and hurried around the bed to where my dresser was. He had it in his hand within the next few seconds then he was back in front of me with a smoldering gaze that swallowed me whole.
Without words, he dropped down on my bed and laid back, bringing me toward him. “What are we doing?” I asked almost shyly.
“Bring that ass up here.” His voice held a soft command.
His dirty bedroom talk was my undoing.
When I didn’t rush to move, he twisted me around and backed me toward his face. I leaned down on my elbows as he manhandled my hips and my cheek grazed his dick. I brought my hand out to grip it. He hissed. “Now you can go back to what you were doing.”
I told myself not to think about the fact that the light was filtering in my bedroom window, and my entire body was on display for him. I never cared that I had curves and maybe too much fat on my ass and legs that created cellulite. I just accepted it, but it was hard not to feel self-conscious when Benjamin was right there staring at me straddling his face. I knew that was what he was doing because he had yet to do anything to me. He just rubbed his hands leisurely up and down my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, Emily,” Benjamin muttered, the words and their sounds so real tumbling off his lips that he released me of my self-doubts. “I want this ass in my face every morning before going to work.”
Spurred by his words, I took him in my mouth. His mouth returned the favor and his tongue swiped my opening. I hummed my appreciation against his dick, and I could tell that he liked that. He ran his tongue over me a few more times until I was wiggling. I wasn’t a great multitasker when it came to focusing on his pleasure instead of just what he was doing to me. When his tongue left me alone, I took that moment to concentrate harder on pleasing him… Until I felt the cold tip of my purple dildo sliding into me.
I bucked. “Benjamin.” His name was muffled as I tried to speak with him in my mouth.
He twitched inside my mouth and groaned. “I’m not going to last… Watching you take this dildo and knowing I’m the lucky guy that gets to sink into that pussy every night just like this…”
I whimpered, and he started sliding the dildo out of me then pushing it back it at a slow pace. I rolled my hips in circles as I cupped his balls and put more of him into my mouth. I gagged when he thrusted his hips upward and his dick twitched again, and he groaned as he placed his mouth at my clit. Again, I noticed that it turned him on when he did that to me. That only made the heat crawl up my throat and neck. My nipples rubbed against his skin and they were so sensitive. Everywhere our bodies touched burned with awareness.
My sex throbbed as he worked me into an orgasm. He sucked and worked his mouth against my clit until I cried out against him. “Like that?” he asked.
I nodded as he gagged me again. He groaned. “I’m about to…raise up.” He thought that I wouldn’t want him in my mouth. I slid my mouth further down so that he knew I wasn’t taking my lips anywhere until he was finished. “Emily,” he moaned as he started fucking me with the dildo. With the faster pace, his tongue at my clit, and his dick pulsing in my mouth as he let himself go, I scrambled from my own climax. I cried around him as he filled my mouth and throat. I took it without complaint, and he pumped the dildo harder until another orgasm rolled into the one I just had.
“Oh my God, I’m coming again,” I moaned as I pulled away from his dick and lifted my head. He pulled the dildo out and his mouth covered my opening, tasting me before he pressed a finger into me to finish what the dildo had started. I pulsated and throbbed as I dropped my head against his leg and let him devour me like his life depended on it.
Once I was finished, and he was done with my body, he lifted me up until I was facing him again. He hugged me, and I placed my legs over his as he kissed me, and kissed me, and kissed me.
I never felt such adoration, such love, as what Benjamin had given me in a matter of two days. I hoped he planned to do so for the rest of his life. I’d give him every part of me in return.
“What time is it?” he finally asked me.
I traced his jawline and the stubble that was there. “Time for you to go to work.”
He slid his hand down the curve of my hip. “Emily…”
“What is it?”
“I’m so far gone… I need you to know that.”
Like quicksand.
“Me too,” I whispered back.
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After Benjamin left for work, I loaded up our dirty clothes to take to Dad’s to wash before I went to work that evening. We had gone online to see if I had some more reviews of my books before he left, and I had even more. Benjamin had looked happier than me, and I knew it was genuine. He was always going to be proud of my achievements, small or big.
Dad was drinking some coffee at the kitchen table when I stepped in. He also was doing a word search. I smiled. “Hey, Dad.”
“Come to wash clothes?” he asked, but his eyes took me in before an eyebrow raised. “Did something good happen?”
I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. “Maybe… Or maybe the best thing happened.”
I even had Dad grinning now. “Well, what is it?”
“Benjamin—”
Dad laughed boyishly. “I’ll be damned. Did he finally grow some balls and tell you he was in love with you?”
I laughed, my mouth dropped because I was momentarily stunned. “You knew?”
“You’re the only one that was oblivious.”
“Why didn’t you say anything? Especially this year. I’ve been steadily falling for my best friend since Christmas or maybe even before that and… Dad, I’m so happy that it scares me.”
He stood up, walked over to me, and hugged me. I hugged him back. “I’m not going to worry, and neither should you. It’s Benjamin. That boy has crushed on you probably most of your life. His mom on the other hand… She’s going to give you a tough time and that worries me.”
“I know.” I frowned. “I love him. Like full-blown. He makes my knees weak and life brighter… I’m not letting any woman come between us. I’ll make her like me. I want her to like me.”
Dad nodded and released me, stepped back. “Now, text him to come over when he gets off, and we’ll play some cards. I’ll take their money again.”
“Dad…”
I would ask Benjamin though. I didn’t realize how much I adored that Dad liked Benjamin until I fell in love with him. Dad was lonely a lot too. I tried to come visit him a couple of times a week, but I knew it still wasn’t enough. He deserved more than being alone in this house. And I hoped this new gambling hobby wasn’t going to become an addiction. Playing with friends wasn’t bad though, right? It wasn’t like he was going out and blowing money. And I liked playing with them just as much as Dad enjoyed it, so I wasn’t going to worry.
I sent Benjamin a text after putting a load of clothes in, and watched TV, and talked with Dad. I ended up making us something to eat. I was enjoying myself until the knock on the door came.
“I’ll get it,” I told Dad as I stepped out of the laundry room. When I opened the door and saw Faith, I won’t lie, the fear crawled up my back.
“Faith,” I mumbled. “Hey.”
Her gaze slid over me briefly before trailing back to my eyes. “You like driving Benjamin’s truck?”
She was already throwing daggers at me without a hello.
I gripped the side of the door as I held it open. “Only until I find myself something I can afford,” I said quickly and realized I could have worded it hundreds of better ways than I did.
“That could be a while with you working as a waitress.” Her words sounded casual, but I knew nothing about Faith was casual.
More daggers.
Remembering that she had lied to me about the pearls and Kelly, I straightened my spine and asked. “Is there a reason you came over?”
“Not really.”
This woman… she was hard to read, and she made me so damn nervous!
Just ask her why she lied. Go on. Do it!
“About those pearls… Did you really give them to Benjamin to give to a girl he’s not even dating?”
She tilted her head. She seemed to be scrutinizing me. “Seems I must have forgotten that his granny had no pearls to give.”
She was going to be like that, was she? How did someone forget a piece of jewelry that never existed? Still, I couldn’t call her out of it. I wanted her to like me.
This time, I scrutinized her though. “Benjamin has your eyes,” I blurted, and like vomit, I couldn’t stop. “I really love his eyes. I really love him.”
I waited… and waited… and waited for what she’d say or do about what I had just said. I gave her major ammo to start throwing more daggers. “I don’t recall friends speaking about other friends in such a manner to their mother.”
Daggers: thrown.
“Benjamin and I are different. We’re close…really close.” Now. In every sense. Forever and ever. Come on, Mama Helen, we need to accept this.
Baby steps, I told myself. No need to get thrown under a bus too early.
She sniffed and handed me her phone. I stared at her outstretched hand, confused. “Put your number in my phone.”
I blinked several times. “Um…okay.”
What was happening?
After putting my number in her phone, I handed it back to her. She regarded me. “You’re working at that…Crash’s tonight?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do the men give you a hard time there?” What a strange question. Actually, all of this was strange!
“I’m used to the few drunks we get.”
She scrunched her nose up at my answer. “I don’t like that.”
Umm… Okay?
“Benny probably doesn’t either,” she added.
That made me smile. “He typically goes Freddy on everyone, but he’s always been like that.” I stopped smiling when she genuinely looked confused. “Never mind.”
“I’m going back to the house,” was her random goodbye.
I stared at her in complete shock as she stepped back over into her yard and slipped into her house. When I shut the door, Dad was behind me. “What was that about?”
“I have no clue.”
I just knew Benjamin’s mom terrified me, and now she had my number.