He lifts his head, lips slick and mustache damp, eyes dark with something bordering on reverent possession. I’ve barely caught my breath, my limbs are loose and shaking, my brain soft and fuzzy. But that’s exactly how I like it.
And I want more. Ineedmore.
“That’s one,” he says, voice rumbling like thunder as he drags two fingers through my pussy, then reaches up to press them to my lips. “Suck.”
I open without hesitation, eyes on his as my tongue swirls around my taste on his fingers, then he draws them out and leans in, kissing me deep.
“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect.” He sits back. “Now I’m gonna fuck you.”
I bite my lip with a chuckle as he grabs my thighs and flips me without warning.
“On your knees.”
I obey without question, and he helps me move, arranging me exactly where he wants me, pulling me onto all fours and guiding me up the bed.
“That headboard sturdy?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Hold onto it while I fuck you.”
He kneels behind me, palms skating up my thighs as I scramble to hold on.
“Ready?”
I nod frantically, still breathless.
A palm slaps down on my ass. “Use your words, Havoc.”
“Yes,” I gasp out. “I want you to fuck me.”
A hand slides into my hair, gripping at the nape, while his other drags the head of his cock through my soaked pussy. I moan at the feel of it—the stretch, the way the piercings bump and catch.
“Mmm,” he hums. “You’re so fucking ready.”
I glance back at him over my shoulder. “Then fuck me already.”
“Hold on tight, baby.”
He thrusts forward in one deliberate stroke, and I feel his ladder press and slide against every sensitive nerve.
“Fuck,” I cry out. “Reid.”
“You like that, huh?” he asks.
“Yes—fuck—yes.”
He pulls back, the balls of his piercings catching again, and my knees nearly buckle.
“Shit,fuck,that—” I break off with a moan as he thrusts back in, hard and fast enough to slap skin against skin.
“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Good.So good. So fucking deep, Reid, I can’t—”
“You can,” he grits out, fingers digging into my hips. “Take it, baby.”
I arch, my mouth open and eyes rolling back. My hands clutch at the headboard as he bottoms out with a groan, hips flush with mine.
