“My memory’s hazy. I don’t recall what your mouth does exactly.” The words have barely left my lips before Reed swoops down and kisses them away until I’m whimpering into his mouth. “Oh,” I whisper as he pulls back, leaving his lips lingering over mine as my body hums with electricity. “Now I remember.” I smile softly and run my fingers over his jaw.
“I’ve missed you today, Angel. God, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” I gasp as he slides a hand under my dress and inside my panties, finding me hot and wet.
“Fuck, Harls, you’re always ready for me. I want to fuck you so bad, Angel. You’ve no idea how many hard-ons you give me. It’s a miracle I get any work done, knowing this perfect pussy belongs to me.” His voice is low and gravelly, and it only serves to make me wetter as he finger-fucks me with delicious, slow strokes.
“Reed,” I cry as he presses the pads of his fingers to my G-spot. It feels so good. He’s so in tune with my body that he knows exactly just where and how to touch me to have me quaking in his arms within minutes.
I’m at his mercy. There’s no doubt about it. Reed thrives off dominating me, and what’s more, he knows it turns me on. He knows nothing makes me wetter than relinquishing control to him.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I want to be the one choosing how hard we fuck, how deep I take him. TonightIwant to be the one taking the lead.
He holds me around the waist with one arm while he continues the erotic assault between my legs. I grip his shoulders as my breath shallows. I can’t come yet. It’s too soon. I want to come riding him, looking down into his eyes as I sink down over every hard inch of him, feeling the way he stretches me.
He takes his glasses off, smiling at my disappointed huff as he drops them onto the sofa. Then he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I’ll fuck you wearing them another time, Angel. Promise.”
“You better,” I whisper, heat spreading through my body as his lips find mine again.
He carries me to our bedroom, kissing me the whole time. I sink my fingers into his hair and stroke the back of his neck, which elicits a deep groan from his throat.
“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” He drops me down onto the bed gently and grabs a condom from the bedside drawer, pulling his pants off and sliding it down onto his thick cock as I lie on my back panting from our kiss.
“I could live in your pussy for the rest of my life and die a happy man.”
I laugh as he peels my soaking panties down my legs and throws them across the room. And then he’s on me, his thick head nudging against me.
“Reed?” I moan, as his lips go to my neck, and he groans a deep, masculine sound that sets butterflies free throughout my body. I’m too wrapped up in the pleasure coursing through my veins to get the words out. To voice my fantasy and tell him I want to ride him until I explode around his cock.
“Yes, Angel?”
He circles his hips, stretching me around the tip of his cock. I arch up toward him and moan, getting carried away. I could so easily dig my heels into his gorgeous, tight ass and allow him to fill me like no one else ever has. The way I love. The way that has fueled me every day for the past few weeks.
But I don’t.
I can’t.
I want to banish Bea’s words out of my consciousness once and for all and this is the only way to do it. She has no right taking up space in my head, making me doubt, for even a second, that what Reed and I have isn’t completely real, or that he’s holding back from me. I should never have let it get this far. I should’ve forgotten every word the second they left her lying, distrustful lips.
I kiss Reed harder, moaning into his mouth as I wriggle below him until he moves back instinctively to give me space to get comfortable. The second he pulls back, I push on his chest and roll us so I’m on top of him, our lips still locked together. I lift my hips away from him so I have enough space to slide my hand down between us. Then, without missing a beat, I position his cock against me and sink down onto it, my body trembling as I stretch to take him.
“Reed,” I moan against his lips. “That feels so—”
He freezes beneath me and breaks our kiss, both of his hands gripping my upper arms so tightly that I swallow down the cry that’s bubbling in my chest. His gray eyes are staring at me, but he’s not seeing me. It’s like looking through a window at the storm that’s raging on the other side.
“Reed,” I whisper. “What’s wro—”
He flips us back over, his eyes suddenly on fire. They look almost black as he grips my wrists and pins them on either side of my head. Then he thrusts into me hard, knocking the air from my lungs.
My mouth drops open and all I can do is stare at him as he fucks me. Fast, deep, punishing hits that drive me up the mattress underneath him.
“You like that? Tell me you like that.” He juts his chin out, growling the words.
I nod, my cheeks burning, because despite his reaction hitting me like a blow to the chest, my body is a traitor when it comes to him. Everything about the way he fits inside me, like he was made for me, and me for him, has me racing toward a climax before I can even process what just happened. Before I can feel hurt, or confused, or angry. Before I can feel anything else, blinding pleasure silences everything.