“With pleasure.” I linger with the head of my cock barely inside her for a few seconds, teasing us both. “But I’ll never hurt you.”
She wraps a bent leg around the back of my thighs, applying some downward pressure. “Then stop holding back. Give it to me.”
Because I’m a stubborn shit who loves to rile her up, I withdraw completely. “Beg for it, greedy girl.”
She kisses up my neck and tilts her hips just enough to tease the tip of my cock with her warm, wet flesh. Her mouth moves to my ear, where she lets it hover so I can hear her shaky breaths.
This woman, despite her insecurities, she knows exactly how she affects me. How much I crave her.
Determined to make me break, she purrs out the words I’ve been waiting for. “Please, Reed.Please. I need to feel you moving inside me.Please.”
Fuck yes.
Those words, falling from those lips, make the last band of my resistance snap.
My body responds on instinct. With a feral groan, I charge forward, slamming my cock into her silky depths to the hilt. Herhoneyed voice trembles with a blend of pleasure and pain from my frenzied invasion.
I pause there, buried inside her. Inside my Lila.
Where I’m safe. And whole. And loved.
Our foreheads rest together, and our mouths graze as we take a moment to fully appreciate this deep connection.
She breathes out my name in a tortured, desperate cry. “Reed.”
“I know, cookie. I know. I got you.”
Her pussy walls grip and throb around my shaft. Feathery pulses she likely can’t control. Each quiver beckons me to take her with reckless abandon.
My pace is languid at first, as we settle into the movement. We grind against each other with each stroke. Hard and desperate.
As the sensations heighten, we both seem to lose patience with this slow dance. She bucks up against me, faster and wilder. Her nails scrape my back as I start to unleash on her.
For better leverage, I bring my hands under her upper back, curving them over the tops of her shoulders. With each forward pump of my hips, I use my grip to slam her down my shaft. The bed quakes, and the headboard pounds into the wall, but I don’t care.
I fuck her harder and faster.
There is something so fucking heady about moving her body this way. Like she’s given herself to me fully, willingly becoming pliant in my arms.
She tilts her chin upward to request a kiss. Not a chance I could resist that tempting offer. As our mouths collide, she parts her lips, begging me to taste her.
That’s one thing I won’t make her beg for.
Now that she’s mine again—as she always should have been—I’ll never deny her my affection.
When the tips of our tongues touch, it makes my lust surge. Then Ireallystart moving.Damn. And I thought we were already going at it hard.
But this is explosive.
All the love we’ve repressed for years rushes to the surface, demanding to be freed through our bodies. I give up the fight entirely, succumbing to this all-consuming desire.
Lila’s equally as frantic. Her hands roam, caressing and squeezing me like she can’t get enough. Her kisses are just as needy. She drives her hips upward with force, eagerly meeting me thrust for thrust.
She never backs down, no matter how punishing my strokes become.
“I love the way you take me, cookie,” I rumble against her lips.
“Don’t hold back. I want it all.”
