“Reed,” I pant as he stares at me with a dark intensity I’ve never seen in him before.
“Tell me how much you like Daddy’s cock filling you.” He bucks into me wildly, his heavy balls slapping against my skin, and I whimper, my wrists burning beneath his palms. “Tell me!”
“I l-love it,” I cry, my legs shaking as he pauses to circle deep inside me, giving my clit friction against his body.
“Good girl. You’re mine, Angel. You’re fucking mine.” He thrusts so hard that I cry out as my breasts bounce in the small space between us. “Say it!”
“I’m yours.” It’s an effort to get the words out as each pump of his hips forces the air from my lungs. I look up at him and wonder how I’m still breathing, let alone speaking.
“Don’t fucking forget it. You. Your cunt. Your ass. Your pretty pink lips. All mine. And I will fuck them whenever and however I see fit. Understand?”
I nod mutely, but Reed tightens his hold on my wrists as he circles inside me again, dragging across my clit with his body until I’m trembling beneath him.
“Understand?” he hisses, circling again as the peak of my build up slides within reach, my stomach coiling in anticipation.
“Yes. I’m yours, Reed. I’ve been yours since the first night you touched me.” I suck in air as though I might pass out any second. My head is light, and I force myself to focus on Reed’s voice.
“Wrong, Angel. You were mine a long time before that. You’ve always been mine. And you always will be.”
“Yes,” I cry, bucking in his firm grip, my eyes wet at the corners from the overwhelming need to come. The need to be his and have him own me forces my concerns and doubts to the far corners of my mind.
“Good girl. Now come on my cock. Come all over my cock, Angel. Scream my name,” he grits out, causing my chest to shudder.
His name. Call his name.
The first wave hits me moments after his words, and I writhe underneath him, lifting my lips toward his for a kiss. Desperate to have him closer to me, to feel him swallow my cries; sucking them in and replacing them with kisses like he so often does when I fall apart.
Not this time.
This time, he screws his eyes shut and clenches his jaw as I come undone around him. Alone and unseen.
He leaves me to shatter around him, with his body buried deep inside mine.
Without him.
Physically, we couldn’t be any closer, but it feels like there is an ocean separating us. Reed, my Reed, leaves me trembling beneath him as he pulls up a mask, closing me out for the first time ever. Fucking me with only his body, his beautiful heart missing.
And my traitorous body ignores the voice in my head that’s screaming that something isn’t right as I come again a second time, and then a third, one orgasm rolling into another as I whimper and my eyes blur.
“Fuck, I love your cunt, Angel,” Reed growls, his eyes screwed shut, lost in his own prison as he keeps fucking me. He swells inside me, every muscle in his body tense as droplets of sweat drip from his broad chest down onto the fabric of my dress. “Angel, you’re so… fuck, Angel, you’re—”
“Harley!” I cry as my body continues to suck his in greedily and pulsate around his. “Call me Harley, Reed. Please, please,” I beg, sucking in giant breaths as my orgasm takes over my senses to the point I’m delirious, like an observer to my own body’s pleasure.
An observer to whatever the hell is going on right now.
Reed freezes, his eyes snapping open like I’ve broken a spell he’s been under, and they widen with shock as he stares at me. I search them, my body still coming in ripples around his, stealing the breath from my lungs. He swallows so hard I can hear it over my own panting. Then he releases my wrists suddenly, like they’ve burned him. He holds himself up on one arm, his free hand flying to my face and cupping my cheek with sudden tenderness.
“Harley, Angel, I’m so sorry.” His eyes search mine with a wild, haunted look that makes my breath catch in my throat and ice scatter up my spine.
He’s still nestled deep inside me, my body reeling from his touch, but my throat burning with unexpressed emotion.
“Reed?” I croak.
“I’m so sorry.” He drops his forehead to mine, and presses kiss after kiss to my lips as I clench around him, feeling his unfinished desire still burning through the hardness of his cock inside me. “Harls,” he whispers as I flex my hips, encouraging him to keep moving. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want it to end like this. I need to see pleasure on his face again. I need it more than ever.
“Please, Reed. Look at me.”
He lifts his head to mine and begins to mirror my movements, slowly sliding his cock into me. His eyes are laced with the same darkness as before, but I can see Reed in them again.My Reed.