Chapter 22 #2
“You’re so fucking drenched for me,” I murmur. “This pussy’s fucking desperate. Begging to be ruined.”
I lean down and plant a kiss on her stomach. It’s soft. Too soft for what I’m about to do.
“Lower,” she says, her voice breathy and sharp.
That pulls a filthy grin from me. The good girl’s gone. She knows exactly what she wants and, fuck, I’m going to give it to her.
I trail my mouth lower, pressing soft kisses across her stomach, slow and possessive as hell. My tongue drags across her skin, tasting her, marking her. My voice drops to a whisper, lips brushing just above where she needs me most.
“You’re mine, Red.”
Another kiss. A gentle lick.
“And I’m gonna take my time fucking you.”
I slide a finger into her, slowly, and fuck me, she clamps around me so tight I almost lose it right here. Hot, wet, and fucking perfect. It’s a chokehold. A goddamn vice.
“Shit,” I say. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Another finger presses in, and I feel her stretch around me, inch by inch. Her back arches off the bed, hips rolling into my hand, chasing the friction with this frantic, dirty rhythm that makes my cock throb against my zipper.
Her lips part in a gasp. Her eyes flutter. Then she moves—grinding down, owning it. Owning me.
My thumb finds her clit and starts circling. Her whole body jolts under my touch, and it sends a shot of pure fucking lust through my veins.
“That’s it,” I murmur, voice low and edged with need. “Take it. Show me how much you fucking want this.”
I curl my fingers just right, dragging against that spot that makes her hips jerk, her breath catch, her moans break open against the air. She’s a vision. Writhing, needy, wrecked, and she hasn’t even had my cock yet.
I lean in, breath brushing over her skin. My lips graze the inside of her thigh, just enough to tease. I breathe her in. She’s ripe, sweet, dirty. She smells like sex and everything I need.
Then I flick her clit with my tongue.
She jolts — hips snapping upward, a cry ripping from her throat. And just like that, she comes alive.
“Reece,” she breathes, that soft, needy whisper that fucks with my head in the best way possible.
God, I fucking live for that sound.
I flick her clit again, then suck hard enough to make her hips jerk. She moans my name a second time, all breathless and broken. I groan against her pussy, tongue relentless as I devour her. I lick. I suck. I curl my fingers just right, stroking her inside until she’s shaking, right on the edge.
She’s a mess. A damn masterpiece.
And I’m not stopping.
Not until she’s falling apart with my name in her mouth.
“That’s it,” I growl, my voice rough and dripping with hunger. “Let go, Red. Let me fucking feel it.”
And fuck, she does.
She falls apart in the most intense way. Head thrown back, mouth open, face twisted in this perfect blend of pleasure and surrender. There’s no holding it back. No pretending. Just raw, chaotic need. Her moans hit my ears like gasoline to a flame, every sound she makes fueling the fire inside me.
I can’t look away. Watching her fall apart under my touch is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Every shake, gasp. Every filthy sound spilling from her lips is addictive. I swear, I’ll never get enough of this. Of her or the way she gives in when she trusts me to take her there.
Finally, when I ease back, her skin flushed and glistening, her breathing shallow and uneven, I lift my hand. My fingers glisten with her release. I lock eyes with her as I bring them to her mouth.
“Open,” I say, voice rough, dripping with need. “Taste how fucking good you are.”
Her lips part instantly. I push my fingers past them, and she closes around them, sucking hard. Her mouth alone is enough to make my cock throb painfully. Her eyes flutter shut, her tongue swirling over my fingers as if she’s savoring every drop, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Jesus, Red,” I mutter. “You don’t know what you fucking do to me.”
But I think she does. That smug, satisfied, fucked-out look that screams she owns me.
When I pull my fingers free, I don’t give her a second to catch her breath.
I’m on her before she can blink. Leaning in, crashing my mouth to hers in a kiss that’s all hunger and heat and fucking possession. It’s rough, messy. It’s everything I’ve been holding back
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I growl against her lips, my voice thick with promise. My forehead presses to hers for half a second, just breathing her in like I need it to stay sane.
Then I pull back.
Damn, she’s a vision. Sprawled out on my bed, hair tangled against the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen and parted as she fights to catch her breath.
Her nipples are tight, her chest rising and falling.
Her legs are open, her thighs slick with arousal, her entire body screaming for me to claim her.
My girl.
My Red.
I stand at the edge of the bed, looming over her, grabbing her knees and pushing them wider, just so I can take in every inch of what’s mine. Her slickness catches the light, her folds glistening, pulsing with need.
I reach down and pop the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down with one slow pull. The second the fabric loosens, my cock springs free, rock hard, thick, and already leaking. Her eyes drop, her lips part.
“See what you fucking do to me, Red,” I rasp, voice rough with need as I wrap my hand around my cock, giving it one slow stroke. Her eyes stay locked on the movement, pupils blown wide, mouth still parted, chest rising and falling.
I pull my jeans the rest of the way down, step out of them, and walk over to the drawer. I yank it open, grab a condom, rip it open with my teeth. I roll it on, keeping my gaze fixed on her.
I return to her, kneel between her thighs, and press the thick head of my cock right against her entrance. But I don’t push in. Not yet.
Instead, I drag the tip through her folds, letting it glide over her clit in slow, teasing passes. She moans, desperate for more. I keep at it, watching her fall apart from just this.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I growl, touching her clit again with the tip. “You want it that bad, hey Red? You want me to fill this tight little pussy?”
She nods, her lips trembling, and her eyes plead.
I slam into her in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her back arches off the bed with a cry, her pussy clenching tight around me. The fucking grip of her knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Shit,” I groan, fists gripping her hips.
I pull out slowly, then slam back in harder, my hips snapping forward, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. Her moans are loud and needy, and I lose any last shred of restraint I had.
I fuck her hard and deep, each thrust rougher than the last. Her body takes all of it, her nails dragging down my arms as she cries out my name.
“Reece… oh my god… fuck… don’t stop.”
Damn, the way she moans has a hold on me I won’t ever break free from. It crests beneath my skin, sinks into my bones, and pushes every ounce of control out of my body. Her body shudders underneath me, legs trembling, arms thrown back, mouth parted in that perfect, fucked-out way.
“You love this, don’t you?” I growl. My hands slide down, gripping her hips, holding her in place. “You’re mine, Red. Fucking say it.”
Her voice shakes, but she gives it to me, anyway. “I’m yours.”
Fuck.
The way she offers herself to me so fully, it lights me up from within. I snap. I push into her harder, deeper, every muscle clenched, every part of me chasing the moment when we stop being two bodies and just become heat, sweat, and raw need.
I look down and fucking groan.
Her pussy swallows every thick inch of my cock. The sight turns me feral. I fuck her harder, deeper, nothing held back, nothing gentle. It’s fast and filthy. I’m a lunatic, lost in it. In her.
Her back arcs, perfect and pleading. Her tits lift like an irresistible offering. I lower my head, my tongue flicking over her tight nipple until her sharp gasp turns into a moan.
I bare my teeth and scrape them against the swollen peak, just enough to hurt.
“Fuck, Reece,” she cries out, breath broken, hand pulling in my hair. She tugs hard, and I love it. I suck harder, nip at her skin, claiming her. My mouth expresses the truth all over her body. She’s mine. Mine to take, to fuck, to ruin.
My hips don’t hesitate. I keep driving into her with a steady rhythm, every thrust smooth and relentless.
She begins to shake. Her moans turn into ragged, desperate sounds, her body tense beneath mine.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, voice cracking.
“Good,” I rasp, lifting my head to look at her. “Come for me, Red,” I growl, my voice rough with the edge of breaking. “Show me how fucking beautiful you are when you do.”
She screams my name as if I earned it.
Her orgasm crashes over her, wild and unstoppable, a goddamn masterpiece of chaos.
Her body writhes, head thrown back, mouth wide open in a broken cry.
I don’t stop or give her a second to catch her breath.
I fuck her through it, each thrust dragging out her pleasure until she’s shaking all over, a mess of sound and sensation.
She’s gone. And I’m fucking close.
I drive into her harder, rougher, losing rhythm and sanity. My hips slam into hers, pace aggressive, my grip tight on her waist, pulling her down onto every inch of cock.
My body locks up, every muscle going rigid as my release detonates through me like a lightning bolt. It’s brutal. Blinding. I keep moving with shallow, frantic thrusts, grasping at every ounce of sensation. Refusing to let it end. I pour every fucking drop I have into the condom.
Panting, I collapse against her, my chest pressed to hers, heart pounding like I just sprinted through fire. We’re both exhausted—slick, trembling, and breathless.
I remain inside her, my cock still twitching faintly. My body still hums from the aftershocks. And damn, I could stay here forever. Right here. Buried deep in the only place I’ve ever truly belonged.
Her.