10-REAGAN
I had started to worry Miles was right. What if he was ugly? Why was he fighting me so much? Was it me? His body was already perfect, sculpted and tattooed just right. But my God, when he took his mask off, I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
It came off with a soft scrape of fabric, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe, and my whole body went still.
“Oh. My. God.” Stumbled out of my mouth filterless. “You’re fucking hot.”
His dark and glossy hair was styled in that rebellious swoop that always looks a little rain-kissed and a little dirty. It fell over his forehead in dramatic strands, stopping beneath his cheekbones. A small, silver hoop earring in each ear.
His face was sharp and sculpted with purpose. His jawline was pronounced, the kind that cast its own shadow. Fang’s mouth was full and expressive, with a natural pout that made every expression look more dramatic than intended.
He didn’t say anything after, just dropped his mask to the side, satisfied, and made his way to me.
I couldn’t stop myself from meeting him halfway. My fingers curled around the back of his neck. Our lips connected like I was waiting for Fang, a complete stranger, to return to me after a dangerous mission.
Fang laid me on my back. His body pressed into mine, and I felt every part of him without breaking apart. Not wanting him to.
I needed a man who gave me focused attention, and the chemistry between us, the playful banter, it was everything I needed to spread my legs.
I was already deprived because no man piqued my interest, thanks to Tate.
If this were who I was going to break my sexual sabbatical with, you wouldn’t find me complaining.
He pawed at my chest, my nipples responding to each touch. The texture of hair descending his stomach scratched against me, and all I wanted was him to slide into me like he was just as hungry for this as I was.
Fang’s hand grabbed my side for a moment before maneuvering it back to my opening. My knees distanced from each other, and a soft moan rolled from my throat. The sound of him breaking us apart filled the room. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He muttered.
“Obviously.” I teased as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of me.
I didn’t want to do hand stuff, and I didn’t want to spend what time I had on foreplay.
And after seeing Fang’s face, I wanted to be fucked like it was my first and last time.
In a twisted way, I wanted to feel like something enraged him enough to drive him to be rough with me. Not actually mad at me though.
I caught my breath enough to let the words claw out, “I want you to fuck me, now.”
His arm continued to be the force behind his fingers. “You sure? We’ve got all night.”
“Yes. This won’t be the only time. I’ve gone almost a year without it, and I have some catching up to do.” I pushed his hand away from me. “And Fang, I have some requests.”
“What’s that, Wildflower?”
“I want you to fuck me like I destroyed your life.”
His face went smug. “You got it. Speak up if I do anything wrong.”
Still on my back, I nodded. Without another word, Fang split me open, pulled me onto his thighs, and lined his head up to me, giving the tip a quick lubrication.
His hands circled the apex of my thighs and dragged me onto his cock, filling me even though I was wet and open for him, he had more to give than I could take.
His fingers dug into my thighs, using the momentum of my body rocking on the bed to dive into me over and over again. My nerves crawled up my torso, peaking my nipples.
The motion of it all jolted my breast back and forth, and to take it in, I gently held both for a moment before putting pressure on my nipples between my thumb and index finger. I gave them a slight pull and looked at Fang.
There was emotion in his eyes. A passion inside him. Something I hadn’t gotten from Tate in years. “You like this?” He breathed.
I nodded. “Yes. But—”
He switched his movement, plunging his body to sink into my back wall. Then paused. “But what?”
My hands continued across my body with no place in mind to land. “Like, I really destroyed your life, and fucking me is the best revenge you could get. Because tomorrow you won’t be here, you have to make it all count. But respectfully.”
“God, you’re fucking naughty, just my type.” His motion picked up again. Repeatedly, he hit my back wall hard with a smirk. I almost regretted asking for it, then he leaned in with a hand on each side of me. “I’m going to need you to rub that pretty little clit of yours for me.”
I clenched around him, following his request before he pushed my knees into the mattress. Fluids that seeped into cracks and crevices, now cooled my skin as I was pushed open. He slammed into me and my walls never felt so alive.
“You like that?”
I give a nod, speechless.
“Good. After I’m done fucking you, no man will ever please you like I have. You’ll be chasing something only I can give and fucking love it. Got it?”
“Yes.” I breathed as I strummed my exposed and swollen clit, Fang’s gaze switched from watching him slide in and out of my pussy to the emotion across my face.
His hands gripped me just tight enough before he was full-on pinching me.
I didn’t speak up because I wanted him to bruise me, and I wanted Tate to see them, and I was no longer his.
I propped myself up on my elbow to try and get a glimpse of his view. My fingers deeply pushed circles into myself, and the motion of Fang drawing in and out of me, a white residue building at the base of his cock.
Popping out of me, I glanced at him. The side of his lip pulled up. Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I felt embarrassed that I wanted to watch, to see what he got to see. But the look he gave me was like I was the cutest thing to ever lay under him.
“Push your lips apart.” With one hand, I spread them apart, exposing my clit, and Fang started towing his hard cock between my lips, back and forth. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I quietly nodded.
“You can’t say I’ve never done anything for you. Now, no breaks. Play with those tits, and when I sink back into this pussy, I want you to take over again until you come on my cock. Understand?”
“Yes.” I softly responded. My fingers rolled my nipples, squeezing my full breast, and Fang ran his dick up and down my center, catching the ridge of his head on my clit over and over again, including almost dipping back into me more than once.
It stimulated my nerves over and over again, and I was about to finish.
Betrayed by my body again, He drove back into me, and my hand jumped to my pussy, chasing the orgasm that got away.
Adjusting his weight and thrust with one hand, the other cupped my breast. Holding it steady enough to trap it between his fingers, he gave a firm pinch. I jerked out of shock, and he moved to the other, slowly pulling it free.
Fang gripped my thighs, slamming into my body as I requested. “Fuck.” His eyes fastened to mine. “You’re lucky you’re so damn irresistible.”
His hand moved from the secure spot on my leg, and he remembered. He fucking remembered. Wrapped around my throat, he pressed lightly, enough to hear me wheeze while I worked my clit, pushing me into my orgasm.
His lips overcame mine as my orgasm was not subtle. I was moaning, arching my back to consume every inch of him and probably thrashing. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m being honest.
The sweat beading on his forehead became visible when he sat up. With a thick, wet sound, he pulled out of me and fisted himself. The tension in his body changed before I even understood what he was doing. A moment later, his hot load shot across my stomach and chest.
I froze, not expecting that ending. Not because I disliked it. The opposite, actually. And it wasn’t the heat that stunned me—it was the way his eyes held mine—Personal.
Something raw passed through him, almost like a different kind of relief. He looked at me as if what was happening meant something to him, something he couldn’t say out loud.
He pressed his fingertips into the mess, smearing it across me. His touch was saying everything he couldn’t. That this was real and he wished he could claim me for more than tonight.