Chapter 15
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When Reyna starts to pant, I suddenly have the urge to pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and cuddle her. Hard. Up against the wall. Over and over.
“I’m going to touch you now.”
The way she’s looking up at me, all wide-eyed and parted lips, does something feral to my cock. I need to taste her. I don’t give a shit if it’s here on her porch, out on the lawn or in the fucking dirt.
This is happening.
Slowly, I slide my hands up her thighs, taking my sweet ass time. A soft gasp escapes her lips as my palms skim higher, shivering beneath my touch.
“Fuck, Pretty,” I murmur against her ear. “Your skin is so soft.”
Her hips buck into my hand when I cup her sex over her panties, making me grin against her neck.
“Brex,” she breathes, digging her fingers into my shoulders.
I suck, tasting salt and something sweet as I press my mouth to the skin between her neck and shoulder. I want to leave my mark on her. Something she’ll see tomorrow when she looks in the mirror. Something that’ll remind her of me long after she’s gone.
So I suck harder, teeth grazing her pulse point as I tuck my hand inside her panties. The second my fingers slide through her slick heat, I groan.
“Holy shit,” I rasp, pulling back just enough to look down at her. “You’re fucking soaked.”
Her cheeks flush as I admire the dark mark I made. It’s already starting to bruise, and it makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
Perfect. I want the whole world to know she’s been claimed.
Dropping to my knees, I lock eyes with her as I bring my fingers to my mouth. One by one, I lick them clean, watching her reaction as her lips part and her breathing turns ragged.
Eyes on her, I lift the hem of her dress. “Hold this,” I order, voice rough with need. “I want you to watch me devour you.”
Her hands tremble as she gathers the fabric, bunching it in her fists, clutching it between her breasts.
The sight of her soaked panties, thighs slightly parted as she gazes down at me with those ice-blue eyes, nearly makes me come in my jeans.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growl.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I drag her panties down her smooth legs, helping her step out before tucking them into my back pocket.
She makes a small sound of protest. “What are you doing with those?”
“Souvenir,” I grin up at her.
Before she can argue, I grip her thighs and pull her closer, spreading her open. The scent of her arousal hits my nose, and I groan, pressing my mouth to her inner thigh.
“Brex,” she whispers, fingers threading through my hair.
I look up, making sure she’s watching me, then dive in.
The first taste of her has me rolling my eyes in ecstasy. Musky and sweet, I can’t get enough as I lick, long and slow through her folds before circling her clit with my tongue.
“Shit,” she gasps, hips jerking forward.
Gripping her hips tighter, I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, holding her in place as I work her with my tongue. She’s already trembling, thighs quivering as I slide two fingers inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan against her clit.
Her walls clamp down on my fingers instantly, and I curl them, finding that spot that makes her gasp and dig her nails into my scalp. I pump my hand slowly, adding a third finger as I suck her sweet bundle of nerves between my lips.
“Brex—I’m—oh God! Oh, fuck!”
She’s getting close. Pussy fluttering, her breathing turns erratic and shallow as I quicken my pace, shoving my fingers deeper while flicking my tongue over her swollen bud.
“Come for me, Pretty please,” I growl, looking up at her through my lashes.
Her back arches, a strangled cry falling from her lips as she shatters. I keep my mouth on her, working her through every wave and crest until she’s pushing me away, oversensitive and shaking.
“Stop, please. It’s too much,” she pants.
Reluctantly, I pull away, pressing one last kiss to her inner thigh before rising to my feet. My knees pop, and I wince, but the sight of her—flushed and disheveled, lips swollen, eyes glazed—makes it all worth it.
She’s still catching her breath when her hands move to my jeans, fingers fumbling with the button.
“You don’t have to—”
The look she gives me is dark and hungry, full of pure sex, hitting me square in the chest.
“I want your dick in my mouth, Brex,” she says, voice low and husky. “I want you to fuck my face.”
My brain short-circuits. I’ve had plenty of women go down on me in my life, but damn. The way she’s practically ordering me to fuck her face makes my cock so hard it almost makes me wince.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as she pops the button and drags my zipper down.
Reyna’s eyes widen, flicking up at me in shock when she sees how big I am. “Shit, Brex. I don’t know if can take it all.”
“Promise?” I growl. “Cause I more than like the idea of you choking on my cock, Pretty. Do you think you can cry for me, too?”
Face flushing, she wraps her hand around my length, giving me one long stroke before dropping to her knees, hot breath ghosting over my cock.
“I can give you much more than that, Brex.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, bracing one hand against the wall above her head.
The first touch of her tongue nearly makes my knees buckle. She’s tentative at first, licking from base to tip before taking me into her mouth. The heat of her surrounds me, and I have to bite back a groan.
“Fuck, Reyna,” I hiss down at her.
She’s gorgeous like this—on her knees, lips wrapped around my dick—looking up at me with so much heat I’m surprised I don’t combust on the spot.
Taking me deep, I feel the back of her throat constrict around the head. My hand moves to her hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as I fight the urge to thrust.
“Use your hand,” I instruct, voice strained. “Grip it tight at the base.”
Doing as I say, she fists me tight, working me in tandem with her mouth as wet, obscene sounds fill the air.
I let her set the pace, enjoying the sight of her taking me so eagerly. But the pressure is building, coiling tight in my lower belly, and I know I won’t last much longer.
“Take off your dress, Pretty,” I command, voice rough. “I wanna come on your tits.”
Her eyes go wide at my words. Still sucking me, she pulls down the top of her dress exposing her breasts.
God. They’re perfect. Full and round. Nipples pebbled and pink.
Unable to stop myself. I reach down, cupping one in my palm, thumb brushing over the tight peak.
She moans around my cock, lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks, the vibration nearly making me lose it.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby,” I groan, gripping her hair a little tighter. “I’m so close, Pretty. So fucking close.”
I bite the inside of my cheek; the taste of copper grounding me as I fight to maintain control. Blood pounds in my ears, drowning out everything except the slick rhythm of her mouth.
Needing to stop before I come too soon, I pull out. My breath catches at the sight of a glistening strand of saliva linking her bottom lip to the tip of my cock. It’s so obscene, so fucking hot, my balls draw up tight. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to fuck your face?”
She nods, pupils blown. Her expression is dark, on the edge of desperate. “Yes, please.”
Fuck. I can’t get enough of this woman.
“If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh twice,” I purr. Her eyes track my fist as I slowly stroke myself. “Tell me you understand.”
Lust runs rampant through my veins when I see her throat bob on a nervous swallow. “I understand.”
“Open,” I command.
Parting her lips, she sticks out her tongue, resting it against her bottom lip as she tilts her head back, exposing every inch of her throat.
I grip the base of my cock, holding myself steady as I slide past her lips. The wet heat of her mouth almost makes me go crosseyed. As I push in deeper, I can feel her throat open around me. She doesn’t gag. Doesn’t pull away. She just takes it, eyes watering and locked on mine.
“Goddamn,” I grunt, watching my cock disappear between her swollen, pink lips. “So fucking perfect.”
Raking my hands through her hair, I use it to hold her head immobile. Her hands grip my thighs, nails biting into the denim as I start to move. Slow at first, shallow thrusts that let her adjust. But the restraint is killing me. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to ruin her.
“That’s it, Pretty. Such a good fucking girl sucking my dick.”
She moans, the vibration traveling straight up my shaft and into my spine as I pick up the pace.
Deep, punishing drives have her choking. The wet sounds she’s making are going to haunt my dreams for the rest of my goddamn life.
“Shit,” I grunt, watching as my cock disappears between her lips over and over. “Your mouth… So. Fucking. Good.”
She’s gagging now, spit running down her chin as she claws at my thighs, tears streaming down her face, just like she promised. The sight of her—wrecked, used, and oh so beautiful—pushes me right to the edge.
I’m seconds away from coming down her throat.
“Gonna come,” I warn, voice strangled as I pull away.
Sliding out of her mouth with an obscene pop, she sits back on her heels, chest heaving. Lips swollen and glistening, her naked breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath.
I wrap my fist around my cock, jerking myself hard and fast. “Watch,” I command, eyes locked on hers.
Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she stares up at me, waiting.
It only takes three more strokes and I detonate.
“Unngghh,” I groan, cock pulsing as I come all over her tits.
Slowly, I start to come down. The amount of cum splattered all over her chest and dripping from her nipples is on the verge of obscene. “Holy—fuck.”
She smirks up at me. “Not bad for a first date.”
Letting out a breathless laugh, I help her to her feet.
Her eyes search mine, full of conflict. Want versus logic. Desire to invite me in despite knowing that she’s leaving tomorrow.
Reaching for her dress, she uses it to clean herself up as I tuck myself back into my jeans.
“Brex...” she starts. The resignation in her tone makes me cringe.
“Don’t,” I say softly, shaking my head as I step back. “I know. You’re leaving. It’s complicated. Blah. Blah. Blah. But…” I hold out my hand. “Give me your phone.”
Her eyebrows lift in surprise. “Why?”
“I’m going to give you my number. Without...” I say, holding up a finger when she opens her mouth in what I’m sure is going to be a reason not to. “...calling mine. You hold the power.”
Bending down, she snatches up her tiny pocketbook. Taking out her phone, she hands it over.
I punch in my number and hand it back.
Clutching her dress to her chest, she saves my information and takes out her keys.
“Thanks again for saving me.”
“Thanks for letting me fuck your mouth, Pretty.” I stuff my hands into my pockets. Otherwise, I might not be able to keep myself from letting her go.
She snorts as she shoves the key into the lock. “Have a good night, Brex.”
My chest tightens as she steps over the threshold. “You too, Reyna. Hope to hear from you soon.”
And with those famous last words, her door closes with a soft click, leaving me out in the cold.