It’s unhinged. We haven’t talked about this, but yeah. I’m on board.
“Now spread your legs for me.” His knee nudges against my inner thighs, pushing them apart.
I obey. And I go onto tip toes, bringing my bottom up because I know he’s far taller than me.
But Reid has a plan for that. He bends his knees, lines up his cock, and slams into me.
I scream at the sudden intrusion, even though he’s already broken into me, it’s a shock, and there’s a pinch of hurt as my body readjusts.
“I will never get tired of your juicy little cunt,” he growls and rams into me again.
He has both hands on my hips, holding me in place, and if I thought he was feral before, it was nothing to how he is now. The speed and the impact of his body in mine is breathtaking. His balls slap against my clit, and it’s so animalistic. I’m a creature of liquid pleasure, and I’m his. Every part of my body is buzzing, down to my bones. Him ramming in and out of me is keeping me right on the edge of orgasm.
I told him to use me, and he’s doing so. Another peek over my shoulder reveals that his expression has gone savage. His mouth is open, teeth bared, and the noises he lets out as he fucks me are hoarse and gravelly.
I can’t do anything but receive. And oh god, that’s enough. He’s slamming into some inner sensitivity, and mypebbled nipples are flat against the cool tiles, making them tingle. Despite everything, the pleasure grows, climbing with every pistoning movement of Reid in me.
And then, ignoring what I said—or perhaps making me come really is what makes this all the better for him—Reid releases one hand. And this time, it’s not an awkward angle on my clit. It’s confident, and easy. He strokes me in time with his cock, and within seconds, I shatter again.
“Come on my cock, sweetheart. Go on. You’re being such a good girl for me.” He doesn’t let up.
His fingers and his erection are equally demanding. They drag out the ecstasy until I’m sobbing, almost incapable of holding myself up, my limbs all weak and tingling.
I sob, over-sensitised and on the edge, but unable to tip over.
“One more.” His demand is harsh. “I’ve got you. I’m going to give you what you want, and come deep inside you. But first, you have to give me one more.”
23
REID
“I can’t, I can’t.” She’s shaking, and almost liquid in my hands. Her cunt is soft and open for me, even as she continues to twitch and clench around my length.
“You can. You will. You’ll do this for me, my beautiful girl. My sweetheart. Callie, I love you so much, and I need to know you’re entirely satisfied before I have what’smine.” I give that last word too much emphasis. She’s mine. She’s going to have my baby, be my wife. She’ll never be apart from me again, if I can help it. “This is just part of spoiling you, caring for you. I need it.” My voice has gone hoarse. “Please.”
If I’m begging, so be it.
My fingers are still on her clit, and I’ve barely slowed the pace of my thrusts. I just need her to show me how thoroughly she belongs to me by giving me her third orgasm. It’s as though I have to feel this to be sure that although I’m a selfish shit who’s as morally grey as I am too old for an innocent angel like her, that she’ll be so well looked after, so well fucked by me, that she’ll never leave.
I release her hip and run my hand up her back, thecurve so beautiful, untouched and unmarked, unlike my own body that’s covered in scars and tattoos in a crisscross of time and choices. I don’t regret them, because they brought me to her. But I do appreciate how perfect she is. How unspoiled.
And how much she needs me to be her monster, and take. The demand for her to come for me isn’t enough. I have to insist.
I can feel her trembling on the edge again, her last orgasm never having fully relinquished its hold on her body. I brush her hair out of the way of her neck and sweep my palm upwards. Then I grip.
She lets out a whimper and her eyes flutter closed.
“Give it to me,” I rasp.
And then I tug her head back by her soft hair.
It’s the right thing. In combination with my thrusts and my fingers on her clit, her pussy locks onto me. She cries out, an involuntary sound of pleasure amplified by a tiny slice of pain.
I release myself. Thrusting forwards into her once, twice. The orgasm is inevitable now. It’s rising up from my balls, ready to paint her insides with my come. Then a third time and I’m in her as deep as possible, my hips pressed to her arse, my fingers slipping from her clit to hold her thigh as I empty myself.
I must shout. Roar. All the frustration of not just the weeks I’ve been holding myself back, but a lifetime of not having the one woman I didn’t know I needed pours away as I spurt into her, the pleasure wrecking me. Her hot, wet, tight little pussy holds me perfectly, drawing out every shudder and drop of come.
This girl is my life. My lover, my sweetheart. Theperson I want to treasure, and build a new life with. Whatever she wants that to look like is fine by me.
