28. Reece #2
The elevator dings. I lift her in my arms, one arm around her back, the other under her thighs, and carry her inside.
The second the door closes, I slam her against it and kiss her like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.
Her legs wrap around me, arms tightening as I rock my hips against her core.
She’s hot. Wet. Already moaning into my mouth like she’s starving.
“I missed you,” she gasps.
“You’re never leaving again,” I snarl, carrying her to the kitchen and setting her on the counter. I push her dress up and freeze.
“No panties?” My tone drops to lethal levels.
Her cheeks flush, but she lifts her chin. “Didn’t think I’d need them.”
“You were right,” I growl, falling to my knees.
I hook her legs over my shoulders and pull her hips to the edge, diving into her like a man who’s been dying of thirst and finally found water. She cries out, her back arching, hands clawing at the marble as I lick, suck, and tease every inch of her pussy.
“God, Reece—fuck. Yes?—”
I reach up, pinching one nipple through the fabric of her dress while my tongue flicks her clit over and over. She’s close. I can feel it. Her thighs clench around my head, her hips grinding against my mouth.
“You gonna come, sweetheart?” I murmur, voice soaked with filth.
“Yes. Fuck, yes?—”
“Then give it to me.”
She comes with a scream, her body trembling, her moans raw and beautiful. I stand, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and stare down at her wrecked, glorious form. Then I lift her again, this time carrying her to the bedroom.
I strip as she watches, wide-eyed, lips parted. When I crawl over her, I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and slide the other down her thigh, over her hip, between her legs.
“Still mine?” I ask.
She nods frantically. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
I slam into her in one deep, punishing thrust and her cry breaks open in the air between us.
“Fuck, Reece?—”
“You take me so good,” I growl, pounding into her as her wrists strain against my hold. “This pussy was made for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes?—”
“You’re gonna come for me again,” I whisper against her mouth, “because I fucking said so.”
I angle my hips and hit that spot deep inside her that makes her scream. She breaks. Writhing. Shaking. Coming around me like a wave crashing through her. She collapses on my chest, trembling, her cheek pressed to my skin, both of us panting in silence.
But I’m not done. Not even close. My hands trail down her back, slow, reverent, until they find her hips. I roll her off me gently and sit up, brushing her hair back from her face as I watch her try to catch her breath.
“Did I break you already?”
She huffs a laugh. “Almost.”
“Almost isn’t enough.”
Her brows lift. I lean in, my mouth brushing her jaw as I speak. “I want you ruined, Skye. So sore you feel me for days. So thoroughly satisfied and spent you can’t even speak my name without your voice cracking.”
She moans, biting her lip. I shift her under me and slide my hand between her thighs. Still wet. Still ready.
“You know what I fantasize about?”
She shakes her head slowly.
“I think about pulling you into my office in the middle of the day, bending you over my desk, and making you come with my fingers while I whisper everything I’m going to do to you later.”
Her thighs tremble.
“I want to make you sit through meetings with my cum dripping down your legs.”
She gasps, and I feel her clench around nothing.
“Oh, that turns you on?” I chuckle darkly. “You like being used like that?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I drag my cock through her drenched lips, slow and deliberate. “I want to fuck your ass one day,” I say, kissing her temple. “I want to stretch you open so slow you scream, make you come just from that.”
Her eyes go wide. “Reece?—”
“Yeah, baby. I want every inch of you. Every hole. Every fucking sound you make.”
I push into her again, slow this time, watching her fall apart inch by inch. She clutches the sheets, back arching.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, thrusting deep. “Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Mine to break. And mine to put back together.”
Her eyes roll back. “You want that?” I ask. “You want to be mine like that?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I slow down even more. Just rolling my hips. Dragging it out.
“You like when I take my time, don’t you?”
She nods.
“I want to eat your pussy every morning before you’ve even had coffee. I want to fuck you so hard in the shower you have to hold on to the tile. I want to make you beg, Skye. On your knees. With my cock on your tongue.”
Her moan is guttural now. I thrust deeper. Then still.
“You gonna come again?”
“I— God, I think so?—”
“You better,” I growl. “You don’t stop coming until I say.”
I fuck her through it again, slower, filthier, her body shaking with every pass. Then I flip her onto her stomach, slide in from behind, and press my chest to her back as I whisper in her ear, “I want to wake up with my cock still inside you.”
She shatters. Again. Louder this time. Her whole body convulses beneath me, her sobs of pleasure barely coherent. I hold her through it, fucking her deep until I come again with a groan that’s half relief, half possession.
I stay inside her. Wrapped around her. Breathing her in for several more minutes.
“I own you baby, forever,” I say, wrapping my arms around her as she melts against me.