Reek stared at me for a long second, and I could see he was pissed. Not because I was wrong. BecauseI wasn’t.
His eyes dropped to my mouth, then back to my eyes. His breath pushed out through his nose like he was trying to hold himself back.
“You don’t know what you asking for,” he finally spoke.
I lifted my chin. “I know exactly what I’m asking for.”
His eyes grew dark and frustrated. Reek looked like he hated how much he wanted to give it to me.
He suddenly grabbed my hand like he was done talking. Without a word, he pulled me through the crowd before I could decide if I was going to resist.
Reek dragged me down the hall with long strides, not caring that my heels clicked loud behind us. I tried to keep up, half stumbling, half laughing because my nerves didn’t know what to do.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He didn’t answer. He just pushed open a door and pulled me into a room fast, then closed it behind us. The noise fromthe party dropped instantly, muffled by thick walls and distance. The quiet made our breathing sound so much louder.
Reek finally turned to face me, still holding my hand, pulling me deeper into the space until my back hit the edge of a four-poster bed. His furious eyes burned into mine, but underneath that anger, I saw the hunger he'd been holding back for months.
“You push me too far, Ava,” he growled, yanking me closer until our bodies pressed together. I felt the hard length of his dick straining against his pants, right up against my thigh, and a rush of heat flooded my core. I'd wanted him for so long, even though I knew I shouldn’t. But tonight, with the liquor flowing through my veins and his jealousy sparking off him like fire, I was willing to risk it all.
“'Then stop talking and show me,” I shot back as my hands slid up his shirt to feel the solid muscle of his abs.
He didn't hesitate this time. His mouth slammed down on mine, tongue forcing its way past my lips, tasting like whiskey and need. I kissed him back just as hard, my nails scraping down his sides as he shoved me fully onto the bed. The mattress dipped under me, and he followed, his weight pinning me down while his hands tore at my dress.
The fabric ripped at the straps, exposing my shoulders, and he didn't stop there. He yanked the top down, freeing my breasts. His palms were rough as he grabbed them. His thumbs flicked over my nipples until they hardened into peaks. I gasped into his mouth, arching up, my pussy already throbbing with wetness. It had been over a year since I'd last been with anyone, and the anticipation made every touch electric, and my body ached for more.
“Reek...please,” I whispered, but he just smirked, dark and possessive, before his lips moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
He pulled back suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach and his knee nudged my legs apart. I heard the zipper of his pants, the rustle of fabric, and then his hands were on my hips, hiking up my dress and ripping my panties down my thighs in one swift pull. Cool air hit my bare ass, and I shivered, pushing back against him instinctively.
“You want this dick? Beg for it,” he demanded, with one hand fisting my hair to tilt my head back.
“Fuck me, Reek. I need you inside me,” I moaned.
He didn't make me wait. I felt the thick head of his dick press against my entrance, slick with my arousal, and he paused there, rubbing it up and down my folds to coat himself. His size was intimidating. Even just the tip felt massive against me, stretching my lips apart, but the way he moved, so controlled and knowing, told me he had this handled. He was a professional with it, easing in slowly at first to let me feel every inch.
Then he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke that made me cry out. It was rough, the way he filled me completely, but I loved the pressure hitting all the right places without any real pain, just that delicious fullness I'd craved. He held still for a second, his hand stroking my back in a surprisingly tender way, giving me time to adjust before he started stroking me.
But Reek wasn't gentle for long. He began pounding into me right away. His hips snapped forward with force. Each slam drove deeper. The bed creaked under us. His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through me. It was intense. His grip on my hips was bruising but exciting, pulling me back onto him like he couldn't get enough.
“This pussy's mine,” he grunted as his free hand came down to spank my ass.
The sting mixed with the ache building low in my belly. I pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm. My fingersclutched the sheets as he fucked me harder and faster. Every plunge stretched me wide. His big dick dragged along my walls, but his skill kept it all pleasurable, giving me wave after wave of building ecstasy.
He released my hair to grab both my hips, pulling me onto his dick.
“Harder... Don't stop,” I begged. “I want to feel all this dick.”
He obliged, and the orgasm hit me. My pussy spasmed around his dick, gushing wetness down my thighs. He didn't slow down. He fucked me through it with expertise. His thrusts turned erratic as he chased his own release.
“I told you this pussy was mine,” he rasped, and with a final, deep plunge, he came. Hot spurts of cum flooded inside me as his body shuddered against mine.
As we collapsed together, I could feel his dick still twitching inside me. Both of us panted in the quiet room.
Reek stayed on top of me for a moment longer, breathing hard, not saying anything. Then he finally rolled off and sat at the edge of the bed like he was resetting.
Soon, he stood up and started getting dressed. I fixed my clothes slowly, not because I was taking my time, but because I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to sound immature. I didn’t want to ask him what it meant, because I already knew the answer. It didn’t mean anything. It was lust that finally exploded. That was it. If I started looking for more, I would be the only one looking.
