I don’t care how it happens.
I don’t care how loud I am.
All I want is to fall apart, to give in, and to see just how far Reece Wilson can push me.
It feels so fucking good.
Sounds tear from me, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as his fingers and tongue hit spots that turn me inside out.I can’t stay still.I can’t think past the heat surging through me.
A sharp cry slices through the air.
God, I’m so loud.
But I can’t stop it.I don’t even try.I’m beyond caring, beyond shame, beyond everything except the way my body is chasing release with reckless determination.I grind against his mouth shamelessly, using him, riding the pressure, until the tension snaps.
I explode.
Pleasure crashes over me like a violent wave, overwhelming and intense, as my back arches and the orgasm rips through my body.I seize up.My voice breaks.Everything turns white as I fall apart on his face, helpless and trembling, completely undone.
And even as it tears through me, one thought cuts through the chaos.
I am never going to be the same after this.
Chapter 12
Reece
Hercunt’sstillflutteringfrom the aftershocks, but her face tells a different story.Cheeks flushed, mouth parted, eyes wide like she doesn’t know what the fuck just hit her.
Good.She shouldn’t, because that wasn’t forgettable.I was getting high off her pussy like it was the first hit of something I knew would ruin me.
I’ve never done that before.Never buried my face between a girl’s thighs and let her ride until she climaxed.
But Red?
Fuck.I wanted to.
The moment I saw that pretty pussy begging for attention, I lost all control I had been pretending to hold.
And now she’s lying there trembling, fists clenched in the sheets as if she’s afraid to let go, trying to remember how to breathe.But her face gives her away.
She’s embarrassed.Ashamed.Probably thinking she was too loud, too needy, too fucking raw.
That’s the part that really pisses me off because there’s nothing wrong with the way she came or the way she gave that to me.
She’s fucking beautiful.That pussy, those sounds.
I kiss my way up her thighs, dragging my lips across her stomach while I feel her eyes on me.She’s tense, caught between losing herself in the pleasure and wishing she hadn’t.
I stay silent until I’m level with her again.My thumb brushes the damp edge of her jaw as I rest my forehead against hers.
“You’re beautiful, Red, you know that?”My voice lowers now, less cocky.
Her eyes flutter shut, and I press my mouth to hers, slow at first, the kind of kiss that makes you forget how to breathe.My heart races in my chest.
“Are you scared, Red?”I ask, voice low, hoarse from everything I’m holding back.
Her hands slip into my hair, nails brushing my scalp as she pulls me closer.“I’m fucking terrified,” she whispers, then kisses me as if she’s not.
