I watched with glazed eyes as Reed positioned himself over me, that one strong arm flexing with his weight.
I glanced down past his rock-hard abs, my hands on his biceps. He was lining himself up at my entrance, his gaze focused on my open pussy. I could see the tip of his penis was wet with pre-cum, and I longed to taste him.
A muscle in my thigh jerked slightly as I felt the velvet tip of him nudge my slit as he gripped himself and coated his length in my arousal. “Let’s give you what you need,” he growled.
And. He. Did.
Reed slid inside me, all the way in one go, to the hilt, his gaze lifting toward the ceiling of the room with a suppressed hiss of pleasure. “Fuck!”
He felt so big, bigger than I remembered, as he filled me up completely. His hips pinned mine to the mattress, and lust continued to coil inside me.
Reed held himself there for a moment, allowing my muscles to stretch around him. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, lowering his body over mine, his focus back on my face. I moaned, he felt so good.
“You’re so fucking big.” I gave him a soft smile, mirroring his tone. I didn’t tell him what we both knew. My body hadn’t had any man since Reed. Not Jasper, not anyone. And I could see that truth reflected in that possessive expression which bloomed across his features.
Mine.
Reed’s nostrils flared as I ran my fingertips over his back, raising my hips to push him deeper inside. “Fuck, don’t do that, or this will be over way too soon.”
Raising my head off the pillow, I nipped at his chin with my teeth.
His breath hitched as he pulled out of me and then drove back in with one hard thrust, making my toes curl. Reed knew I liked it dirty and rough as he nailed me to the bed.
I remembered how he would tell me to open my mouth and then feed me his cock, inch by inch, as I knelt before him. I would usually swallow every drop he gave me, apart from those times when he’d come on my tits.
A whimper escaped me as I threw back my head and pressed my eyes shut as he took control of my body. He was so much stronger than the boy I once knew. Years of playing professional football had given him stamina and strength, his body a work of art.
Reed pulled out again, and then he started to fuck me, and it was better than I remembered. An animal-like groan burst from his lips as he shifted onto his forearms, one of either side of my head, and picked up the pace. He gave me no mercy, just how I liked it, taking me hard and fast.
Having Reed inside me again smashed away all the pain from the past. The way we had treated each other when we were young: the fights and then the making up.
Another harsh growl sounded between us as Reed started to pound into me so hard that my breasts jerked and the headboard of the bed crashed against the wall.
I was flattened against the sheets as he shifted, grabbing one of my legs and pushing it over his shoulder, penetrating me so deeply my eyes rolled back into my head. My entire body lit up with pleasure.
“You feel so good, baby,” he rasped between thrusts, intermittingly taking my lips with his. The veins on his neck stood out, as did that muscle in his jaw.
I could feel my orgasm uncurling in the pit of my stomach. “Yes, Reed, please!” My internal muscles clamped around him.
Reed took me with such urgency and ruthlessness that I had never experienced with him before. A sheen of sweat lined both our necks as he lowered his head and kissed me savagely again, as if he owned me.
As another wave of pleasure crashed over me, I opened my legs wider, the one from his shoulder falling to the bed, changing the angle slightly, and I bucked against him, increasing the friction.
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Please, I need to come!” I panted as I shamelessly clawed at his ass cheeks, which flexed while he pumped into me.
After two more long, hard strokes, my pussy clenched, and my climax peaked, sending me crashing over the edge, my entire body jack-knifing as my orgasm was ripped from me.
“Oh God,” I cried, holding my breath.
“That’s it, baby,” Reed huffed gruffly, keeping a steady pace as I came. “Don’t forget to breathe for me.”
And I did. While riding that high, I listened to the sound of Reed’s deep, possessive grunts as he continued to pound into me, and I knew he was close.
After another couple of pumps, Reed held himself rigid, and the groan as he found his own release exploded between his lips. Red-hot cum flooded my insides as he spasmed; the look on his face was a sight to see.
Still holding himself up on his hands, he opened drowsy eyes to look down at me, a sexy smile on his face.
