Chapter 32 Reed
reed
To see Lina Larsen tied up on my hitching post, spread out for me, willing to trust me even when I fucked up tonight––I was such an asshole, and I’m glad she fucking called me on it––made me love her all the more.
I wasn’t planning on letting her go, but if this was the last time …
if that’s what she wanted after tonight … I’d give it all to her.
We were both on edge. Seeing her completely submit to me was the biggest turn-on. It was sexy as hell, and I wanted to make this last forever.
I thrust back in. Her walls were already fluttering around me. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” With my thumb and cock now inside her, she was barely holding on.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “I can’t take it.” She was straining against the rope, her body quivering.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You can take it. I know you can. My badass barrel racer. You’re burning it up with a horse between your legs every week. I know you can handle me.”
I didn’t know if I could fucking take it.
My spine tingled and my balls tightened.
I wasn’t about to end this for either of us, though.
Her pussy felt too damn good. I wanted her wrapped around me and to stay buried deep forever.
I could live there. I had to slow down the pace, though.
Otherwise, it would end sooner than I wanted, and I intended to draw this out.
Make this last, intensified for both of us.
I ran my free hand up her ass, over her back, up her shoulder, and down her arm. Her hands were twisting and turning in their binds.
“So fucking full,” she breathed. Thrusting at this angle, while she was unable to move her legs and spread them as she wanted, added friction for both of us.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby. How did I get so lucky? To have you totally submit to me like this. You like this, huh? A little slut for me?”
“Yes,” she moaned out. “You feel so good, cowboy.”
“You like being at my mercy? Letting me play with your body however I like?” I laced my fingers with hers. My heart thumped in my chest seeing my hand intertwined with hers, holding her steady, while I was deep inside her.
She moaned again, pulling at her ropes. “However you want, cowboy.” Her voice was breathy and raspy, dripping with sex and desire.
“Fuck.” I withdrew my thumb, bringing my hand around to rub her clit. She groaned, her hips rocking to now grind against my hand while I thrust slowly in and out.
“Yes, like that. Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
“No,” I growled.
I quickly pulled out and removed my hand, taking a step back.
“Reed,” she whined.
“I told you I was going to edge you, baby.”
She circled her hips, seeking some form of relief.
“Let me just take you in for a moment. You look so perfect trussed up there for me, sweetheart.” The moonlight was beaming down on her, making her dark hair gleam.
Her hands gripping the post where she was tied.
She was a fucking sight. I stroked my cock, feeling her wetness between my fingers.
I wanted to memorize this if this was going to be the last time.
“Reed, please.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I need you to make me come.”
“What if I just want to watch you for a while, all tied up for me while you thrash and writhe, desperate for my cock? Watch you dripping for me, those pretty thighs glistening, begging for me?”
“You’re an asshole,” she growled through her teeth.
“I’ll be whatever you want, sweetheart. Do you want me to be the asshole tonight? Because I can be that. Do you want me to be your cowboy, and you can go for a ride? Because I’d gladly do that, too. Or do you want me to be your daddy tonight and do exactly as you’re told?”
She groaned again, her ass still squirming, searching for me. “Fuck, daddy, tell me what to do.”
“Daddy’s good girl is going to stay just like this for a little bit longer while I get on my knees for you and lick up that mess you’re making. But you’re going to tell me when you’re about to come.”
“Thank fuck.” She sighed.
I tucked myself in and walked around the hitching post, taking her in. Her eyes were heavy with desire, peeking from above the post, begging for me to relieve the tension.
I chuckled as I knelt before her in the dirt, gathering her dress up so I could be face-to-face with her beautiful pussy. I looked up at her as she peered down at me. “I didn’t say I was going to make you come … yet.”
“Asshole,” she gritted out.
I gave her clit a little slap. She moaned, her knees nearly buckling. God, those legs were strong. I marveled at her calves, dragging my palms over them and up between her thighs until I could part her.
“No, I’m your daddy tonight. If you want to come, you’ll tell me when you’re close. Say, yes, daddy.” My stubborn girl glared down at me. I wet my lips, wanting so badly to taste her. “Don’t be a brat, Lina. I want to taste you.”
“Yes, daddy,” she said through clenched teeth.
“That’s my good girl. Now don’t take your eyes off me while I eat you.”
I kept my eyes on her while I flattened my tongue. I held her open with my thumbs as I ran my tongue through her wetness from pussy to clit. She tasted so fucking good, like fucking cake. She could be my dessert every night for the rest of my life.
She pushed her hips toward me, greedy for it, rocking, as my tongue fucked her and then circled and sucked her clit.
I did it over and over again while her hips rolled.
Glancing up, she was doing so well listening, not taking her eyes off me, watching what I was doing to her, my face buried in her pussy while I devoured her.
“Reed,” she breathed. “I’m close.”
I gave her clit one last suck before pulling back to see her face tight, so close to orgasm. “You’re doing so good, baby. Listening just like I want you to, sweetheart. I think you earned that orgasm. Ready to come down from there?”
“Mmm,” was the only response I got from her, her forehead rolling against the post. She was so close to letting go completely for me.
Walking back behind her, I began undoing the knots around her ankles, removing the ropes. I rubbed her skin where it left a little burn. Wrapping an arm around her middle, I loosened the rope at her wrists until she could slip through. She nearly collapsed in my arms, leaning back into me.
“Come here, sweetheart. I got you.” She was already weak for me. I swooped her up into my arms.
“Please, let me come,” she murmured, gripping my shirt in desperation.
I walked us over to the picnic table, laying her out for me. She squirmed up on the table as if trying to get away from me.
“Nuh-uh. No, you don’t. You’re going to stay right on the edge here. Bend those knees, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
I dragged her back down the picnic table until she was on the edge in front of me. She bent her knees for me, and I parted them wider. She was soaked and swollen. I swiped a single digit through her slit so I could taste it one last time, sucking my finger. God, she was my addiction.
“Reed, please,” she begged again.
“I know, sweetheart. You need it so bad. And you’ve been such a good girl for me.
I’ll give you exactly what you want.” I pulled down my pants, letting my throbbing cock bob between us.
Precum was already leaking at the tip. It wasn’t going to take much more from me, either.
“Now give me those beautiful, brown eyes and watch how perfectly we fit together.”
I gave myself a stroke before positioning at her entrance.
“Reed, I love you. Please don’t break me,” she whined.
My gut clenched, my eyes jumping from where I was sliding into her to her face.
She was still watching me as I disappeared inside her.
She was so goddamn heartbreakingly beautiful.
I gulped, my heart cracking, thinking this may be the last time I ever heard those words from her once she knew about my past.
As I bottomed out, I stilled, tipping her chin back to look at me as I laid her head back on the table. “I’ll always love you, Lina Larsen.”
Her brows pinched as if she were in pain, and I wondered if she could read my thoughts.
I leaned down to brush a kiss across her lips, letting her taste us, as I started to move inside her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me to her, pressing her mouth to mine.
Her knees tightened at my hips while I thrust inside her.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as it intensified.
I pulled back, then, to look at her, needing to see what she looked like beneath me. Wanting to sear this moment into my brain. Her eyes were closed, her mouth falling open, panting. She looked like she was in complete rapture. On another plane. I wanted to be on that ride with her.
“Come for me, baby?” I asked, but she only responded with a throaty groan.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t hold back anymore. I need to fuck you.
” I wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing not too tight but just tight enough, feeling her thumping pulse beneath my fingers.
I gripped her as I fucked her, pounding her pussy as it tightened around me like a vise grip, milking me.
She cried out, her nails digging deeper, puncturing my skin beneath my shirt. I hoped those fucking marks were still there in the morning. Her body stiffened beneath me.
“You’re mine!” I yelled, not caring who heard.
The pressure in my spine burst through my balls, my dick twitching as I spilled into her, filling her to the brim. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed around me while I shot rope after rope of cum into her.
Her body settled beneath me. I held her, not wanting to lose this connection.
Our chests heaved as we caught our breath, hearts pounding in sync.
I continued to twitch inside her while I felt her pulse, riding aftershock after aftershock.
Her warm breaths were like wind gusts against my neck as she caught her breath.
I kissed her temple, trailing my lips down her cheek and along her jaw, down the curve of her neck.
She arched against me, though her limbs were loose, her body spent.
I ran a hand down her chest, my lips never leaving her as I slowly pulled out.
I was leaking from her. I couldn’t help myself and had to shove it back in.
Her body twitched at the sudden invasion of my touch as I pushed my cum back inside her with my finger.
I lowered her dress, helping her sit up. Gathering her in my arms, I whispered in her ear, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you inside and cleaned up. There’s something I need to tell you.”