Her voice shakes, but she gives it to me, anyway.“I’m yours.”
Fuck.
The way she offers herself to me so fully, it lights me up from within.I snap.I push into her harder, deeper, every muscle clenched, every part of me chasing the moment when we stop being two bodies and just become heat, sweat, and raw need.
I look down and fucking groan.
Her pussy swallows every thick inch of my cock.The sight turns me feral.I fuck her harder, deeper, nothing held back, nothing gentle.It’s fast and filthy.I’m a lunatic, lost in it.In her.
Her back arcs, perfect and pleading.Her tits lift like an irresistible offering.I lower my head, my tongue flicking over her tight nipple until her sharp gasp turns into a moan.
I bare my teeth and scrape them against the swollen peak, just enough to hurt.
“Fuck, Reece,” she cries out, breath broken, hand pulling in my hair.She tugs hard, and I love it.I suck harder, nip at her skin, claiming her.My mouth expresses the truth all over her body.She’s mine.Mine to take, to fuck, to ruin.
My hips don’t hesitate.I keep driving into her with a steady rhythm, every thrust smooth and relentless.
She begins to shake.Her moans turn into ragged, desperate sounds, her body tense beneath mine.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, voice cracking.
“Good,” I rasp, lifting my head to look at her.“Come for me, Red,” I growl, my voice rough with the edge of breaking.“Show me how fucking beautiful you are when you do.”
She screams my name as if I earned it.
Her orgasm crashes over her, wild and unstoppable, a goddamn masterpiece of chaos.Her body writhes, head thrown back, mouth wide open in a broken cry.I don’t stop or give her a second to catch her breath.I fuck her through it, each thrust dragging out her pleasure until she’s shaking all over, a mess of sound and sensation.
She’s gone.And I’m fucking close.
I drive into her harder, rougher, losing rhythm and sanity.My hips slam into hers, pace aggressive, my grip tight on her waist, pulling her down onto every inch of cock.
My body locks up, every muscle going rigid as my release detonates through me like a lightning bolt.It’s brutal.Blinding.I keep moving with shallow, frantic thrusts, grasping at every ounce of sensation.Refusing to let it end.I pour every fucking drop I have into the condom.
Panting, I collapse against her, my chest pressed to hers, heart pounding like I just sprinted through fire.We’re both exhausted—slick, trembling, and breathless.
I remain inside her, my cock still twitching faintly.My body still hums from the aftershocks.And damn, I could stay here forever.Right here.Buried deep in the only place I’ve ever truly belonged.
Her.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Red,” I murmur, my voice rough.I press a lazy kiss to her jaw, breathing her in, inhaling the scent of sex and her skin as if it’ll keep me sane.
The aftershocks are still there, rippling down my spine, nerves shot to hell, every part of me still humming from how fucking good she feels wrapped around me.
I lift my head just enough to look at her.Our eyes meet.My hand brushes her red hair away from her face, fingers softly skimming her cheek.
Tell her, idiot.Tell her you’re finished hiding.Tell her you want everyone to know she’s yours.
But I don’t say it.
Instead, I lean down and kiss her slowly.Every filthy, fucked-up thing I don’t say gets poured into her mouth.
Then I ease back and pull out.My cock slips free, wet and spent.I tie off the condom and toss it in the trash.
When I turn back around, I half expect to see her already halfway dressed, like she always is after we finish.But she’s still there, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling.
I move back to the bed.
She begins to sit up; I grab her wrist.“Wait.”
