Anastasia Chapter 14 #2
There were some I found outright scary, while others made me curious, and the urge to play grew.
I found my body reacting to the images in my head.
They were of Reign and me together, using them.
I wouldn’t let just anyone do it. However, thinking of him made my body grow hot and tingly.
My nipples were pressing against the front of my jumpsuit.
Because of the back, I didn’t have a bra on.
In addition, my thong was useless as it became damp.
I tried to adjust the thong when Reign wasn’t looking.
I attempted to move so the material of my pantsuit wouldn’t rub as much, but it was impossible.
I was so into worrying about that, I hadn’t noticed Reign had moved until he encircled me with his arms. More heat flared throughout my body.
His hot breath blew on my neck, causing me to shudder.
I gasped when he latched onto my ear with his teeth and gave it a nibble before he spoke.
“You seem to be uncomfortable, Jaanu. Why don’t you let your man help you with your discomfort? Tell me what’s wrong. Better yet, show me.”
His voice throbbed with desire. His hands that rested on my waist slowly slid up my ribcage and paused beneath my breasts for a few seconds before he inched up and cupped both of them in his hands.
When his thumbs brushed back and forth over my distended nipples, I moaned and pressed my breasts deeper into his hands.
“Hell, I guess you are in need. All these things got you excited, I see,” he murmured.
“It was many of them that piqued my interest, and when I pictured it was you using them with me, I got hot and bothered. We should leave,” I said in a strangled voice.
“I have a better idea. We have forty-five more minutes. You take off your pretty outfit and let me relieve your tension.”
“I, uhm…” Then he pinched both nipples at the same time, thrust his erection between my ass cheeks, and rubbed. I moaned loudly.
“Take off your clothes and lie on that chaise. Spread your legs. Go, now,” he growled all bossily.
Usually, being bossed around made me resist. But not with Reign or in this circumstance.
Instead, when he let go of me, I headed for the chaise unsteadily.
Reign took my arm to help me balance. When I got to it, he situated himself so he could see me undressing, but first, he unzipped me in the back.
All it took was pulling the looped neckline over my head, and the jumpsuit dropped to my hips. A little push sent it past my hips and onto the floor. I stepped free of it. Then I picked it up and placed it on the arm of the chaise. I wanted it to remain wrinkle-free.
“Jesus Christ, you’ve been wearing only a thong under there all night. Goddamn, leave on the shoes. I’ll deal with the thong. Lie down on your back.” Reign’s voice was raspy. I did as he told me shakily.
I was barely seated before he was on me.
His mouth attacked mine, kissing me until I could hardly breathe.
Then, he broke the seal and kissed his way to my breasts, where he paused to suck and pinch them, causing me to cry out partially in pleasure and partially in pain.
I wasn’t opposed to the conflicting sensations.
In fact, they made me crave more, but Reign didn’t linger.
Instead, he kissed and nibbled his way down my stomach to my pubic area.
That’s when he ran into the thong. He glanced up at me.
“Is this pair sentimental?” he asked.
“N-no, why?”
Rather than answer me with words, Reign did it with action. He grasped my thong in both hands and yanked, tearing through the thin, fragile fabric that made up the sides of it. As soon as it gave, he tugged it down and off, tossing the scrap to the floor. I was panting and unable to say a word.
Reign shot me a wicked smirk. “Scream all you want, Sia. This room is soundproof.”
He followed that declaration by pushing my legs wide apart, lowering his head between them, and growling.
That first swipe of his tongue made me see stars.
Reign had gone down on me several times.
It was something he loved to do, and I had no objections.
I adored him eating my pussy. But it had never been like this.
My whole body was lighting up. My cries were wild.
I begged him at times to stop, then I’d immediately shout for him to continue.
The first orgasm came within a minute or two.
The next was a handful of minutes later, and by the time I climaxed a third time, I was weak and barely able to move.
I waited for him to continue, though I had to tell him no more if he did. Except he didn’t. Instead, he stood. Reign’s eyes were filled with fire, and he was breathing like he’d run a race. He tore at the button and zipper of his leather pants.
I whimpered as his huge cock popped free as he shoved his pants to mid-thigh. I had no clue if I could survive him fucking me, but I wouldn’t stop him. His cock was so red it was almost purple. Reign gripped himself tightly, then began stroking up and down his shaft.
“Don’t look away. I want to mark you, Sia. I need to put my essence all over you,” he said in a hoarse, gruff tone.
“Then do it,” I whispered.
It took no more than a dozen strokes for him to begin shooting his load on my breasts, stomach, and then my pussy. He shouted my name and grunted with every stream of cum. Its warmth made me want to touch it. With our eyes locked together. I rubbed his cum into my skin.
When Reign finished, he slumped partially over me, panting. However, he did run his fingers through the cum still on my skin.
“You are amazing. And I know this is probably too soon, but I love you, Anastasia Shah. You’re mine.”
I lifted his head by cupping his face. “Reign Caldwell, you’re the wonderful one, and I love you too, so I’m an early confessor, too.”
Our lips locking sealed the deal.