The doors ping and open onto the floor. I charge through and am unlocking the door before she can take her next breath.
She follows through behind me and I spin round and slam her against the door, closing it in the process.
“This cunt better be wet and ready for me,” I growl into her mouth, my tongue following my words and plundering hungrily.
“Always,” she whimpers. “I’m always wet for you.”
My hands hike up her dress, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. Hooking them on my hips I move my hands to my belt and make quick work of releasing my incredibly hard and angry looking cock.
“Mmm, baby, that looks painful,” she murmurs teasingly. Her hand reaches between our bodies, giving me a firm squeeze.
“Brat,” I grunt, thrusting into her hand. “Put me inside you.” She slides the tip of my cock up and down her slit, coating me in her wetness and then places my head at her core.
Enough playing.
I push forwards, forcing my way inside her balls-deep.
“Fuuuck,” I groan. “Never again. I’m never going that long again without this. Without you.” I circle my hips once before withdrawing and slamming back into her. I lose any control I had, not that there was much left, but anything I did have is now gone as I hammer into her.
The door bangs at her back with every thrust of my cock inside her. I rut into her like an animal, like a starving man and she’s my nourishment.
“Yes, Reed,” she shouts, her cunt tightening around me like a vice as her orgasm nears.
I grind my hips on every thrust, stimulating her clit. She screams her release, tightening around me even further, damn near bruising my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I grunt in her ear, my thrusts faltering, losing their rhythm as my own orgasm is pulled from me and I spill into her. “Such a perfect little cunt.”
There isn’t a chance in hell she’ll be sleeping in a bed other than mine ever again.
“Well,” she huffs. “That was a fun little detour before the office.”
“Fuck the office. I didn’t bring you here to work. I need to spend the next twenty-four hours inside you.”
I could spend the rest of my life inside some part of this woman and it still wouldn’t be enough. There’s something about her that calls to the possessive beast inside me, and there’s no way we’re letting her go.
Bella
It’s Thursday evening, and Reed is taking me on a date — our first ever date — and to be honest, it’s needed. I need food, I need sustenance.
I need to get out of the apartment and give my vagina a rest.
Reed has been relentless, he has spent every moment he can inside me since we got to San Francisco yesterday. There are guys in their teens who would love to have the libido my guy has.
“So, where are we going?” I ask as we walk out of our apartment building and head towards the waterfront hand in hand.
“Just a little seafood restaurant round the corner.”
“I love seafood,” I murmur in surprise.
“I know, you told me. Well, more specifically you told me you love crab cakes and this restaurant has the best.”
How does he remember that? I don’t even remember that conversation. Yet, here he is, taking me on a date to have one of my favorite foods, because he remembers an offhand comment I made.
I am so in love with this man.
Dinner was absolutely delicious. I had some of the best crab cakes I’ve ever tasted. We shared a bottle of wine and talked for hours, telling each other stories of growing up and filling in some of the blanks we don’t yet know about the other.
We’re walking along the boulevard, taking the long way back to our apartment when we walk past a street cart vendor who is selling something with the most amazing smell.
