20. Reid
REID
PLAYLIST: MADE YOU LOOK – ITTIBITTI, ANNA GRACEMAN
Ican safely say, of all the sex in my life, and I had a lot, what I witnessed just now was the most epic thing I've ever seen.
And not just seen, but felt. My core is burning me down with a swollen clit, just from tasting her, feeling her, being in her, and watching her break free from everything that was holding her back.
It wasn’t just physical. It wasn’t just emotional. It was on a metaphysical level, of energy breaking literally free from her. Exploding out of her like lightning striking over the entire sky, illuminating the darkest night as light as day.
She trembles in my touch from the relief moving through her.
A tear drops onto me, and when I glance up, she looks at me with glowing cheeks and watery eyes.
She grasps my chin.
“I don’t deserve you,” she says with a faint smile on her face.
A grin cracks onto mine as I get up and grab her neck and back to kiss her.
“You are Avery Zayne,” I say between two kisses. “You deserve the world.”
“True,” she says in the arrogant tone I know her for, and laughs.
Such a consuming laugh.
And then she kisses me again.
“Mhhhhm,” she breathes out against my lips, and licks over them. “You taste like me.”
“Apparently, I do,” I say, and we both crack into laughter.
“Here,” she says, and hands me my sandwich from behind her. “Eat.”
I take from her, and she grabs her own.
There we stand.
She naked, leaning against the table.
The woman I broke all the rules for.
The arrogant, cold, and entitled con artist.
Eating sandwiches.
And I finally understand what she meant when she said she’s just like that for the people who don’t know her well.
Because that shell she created hosts a beautiful, soft heart.
I have to giggle.
“What?” she asks.
“You know I was sure you were a psychopath back at uni?”
“I am aware of your notes, yes,” she says.
“Of course you are,” I say. “I believe I can put those notes to rest.”
“Why?”
“Because you definitely ain’t one,” she says.
“Who says I am not? Could be all a game I play to manipulate you.”
There she is, the woman who makes me lose my mind daily.
“Yeah, nah,” I say. “You love me.”
“Don’t overestimate your importance,” she says dismissively, and yet with a hint of humor in it.
“Oh,” I say with my eyebrows drawn up, because I can play that game with her.
I take a step closer.
Put my sandwich onto the plate behind her by grasping around her, purposefully pressing my chest against her breasts.
Breasts that should be forbidden to have, because they are so round and stand on their own without hanging the slightest bit.
Everything about her body is just perfect.
“Mhhmmmm,” I breathe in her ear as I lean back. “I’ll go then, if I’m not important.”
I am not even two steps back when she grasps my neck, pulls me back, and swirls me into a kiss.
Not just any kiss.
Fuck me, she knows how to make a woman swoon, because the way she grasped me—
My core roars.
“Not so fast,” she says, a smirk on her face, with devilish eyes as she says, “Undress.”
She lets go of me.
“Nah,” I say. “I don’t undress for women who believe me to be unimportant.”
She sucks in her lips to keep the grin from appearing as she nods knowingly.
“Listen,” she says and builds herself up in front of me.
“You have to be at work in exactly forty-five minutes. You can either overcome your little ego thing and have me eat your pussy for the next fifteen minutes, or you will ask yourself all day what it would be like if Avery Zayne made you come not once, but twice in those fifteen minutes.”
“Your arrogance really is staggering,” I tell her as I unbutton my blouse. “Just because I want to see you fail.”
With that, the blouse drops to the floor.
She sniggers.
I do nothing else.
“Come on, make me,” I tell her.
“Table,” she orders me.
I walk around her and lean against it.
“Not this way,” she says and spins me around. She stands behind me, biting my neck as she opens the button to my pants with one quick movement of her fingers. I gasp from the sensations of the biting alone.
The soft fabric pants rush to the floor.
“You’ve been such a good girl making me come,” she says with such a dangerously luscious voice into my ear that my entire brain flatlines. “You deserve a little treat. Down,” she adds and pushes my upper body onto the table.
My agent-reflexes set in at the last possible moment, so I don’t crash onto the wooden surface, because my brain hasn’t caught up with what is happening.
She slips off my panties.
I don’t even have the time to overthink what she can see right now, because she steps between my legs and spreads mine.
“Wider,” she orders me.
And then a slap of her hand lands on my pussy.
I squeak, roll my hips, and gasp as heat spreads through my core.
“I love a good girl who likes to get her pussy spanked,” she says. “So tell me, are you a good girl who likes her pussy spanked?”
My face turns red before I say silently, “I am.”
I am not a very vocal person while having sex; she apparently is, and I have to say, I am not entirely averse.
“Good. Then count and be grateful; you will call me ‘Sir’.”
I suck in my lips with my eyes widening.
This is wild.
Slap.
A moan escapes me because she slaps my pussy in such a way that it shoots instant arousal through my entire body.
“One—no, two, thank you, Sir,” I gasp out, and the moment I said it, my arousal peaks with my core pulsating.
Slap.
“Three, thank you, Sir,” I say, my core already pulsating in waves.
She repeats the slapping until we reach ten.
“Ten, thank you, Sir.”
“Yes, you have been so grateful and good for me,” she says, and my core purrs for a release. She kneels down behind me.
Her face digs into me, and without another warning, she enters me with her tongue.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, because the sensation of it is beyond.
“I will fuck you until you scream my name,” she says, stopping with the tongue and using her fingers.
She slides them in and out fast, and I moan with every time a bit louder. Her other hand softly slaps my clit.
Holy shit.
I need a release.
“Oh, I can already feel you coming,” she says. “Come on, come for me, now!”
And with that, my core clenches, and a wave of my orgasm pulsates through me.
Relief spreads from my core into my limbs, and I want to ride out the sensation, but she doesn’t let me.
She grasps the back of my hair and pulls my head back, not stopping to fuck her with my fingers.
“I wonder if I am right,” she says, “Because I believe my good girl here likes things a bit rougher. Am I right?”
“She does,” I say, because the moment she has pulled me back by the hair, even more lust consumed me.
“Feel that,” she says as she enters me harder with more fingers. “You are mine,” she says, her voice getting dark. “And I am going to take what I want from you.”
I didn’t know I was turned on by dirty talk until she said it. A part of me wants to fight her, but then, I can’t. Because it just feels too good to be taken like this.
“You will take my fingers and hand like the good girl you are,” she says, and my core pulsates again.
Heat consumes my entire body as I can’t tell where up and down is anymore from just the sensation she gives me, showing me my place.
She grabs onto me with four of her fingers.
“Holy shit!” I shout out because I can’t anymore.
My breathing is erratic, and everything tingles from my nose to my toes.
“Yes, that’s what I want to hear. I’m going to fist you now, because you’re my fucktoy, and I want to see you come for me again.”
My mind is completely turned off at this point. There is not a single thought I have. There is just this feeling of being wanted and desired and…held.
“Tell me, are you my fucktoy?” she asks.
“Yes,” I breathe out. I need her to do it, need to. Which is why words just come out of my mouth without thinking, “Please, Sir, please use me as your fucktoy.”
And then she pushes her entire hand in.
“Argmhm,” I groan out as she fills me.
She moves her fist in me, and I can’t hold it anymore.
“Oh gods, Avery!” I scream as the next orgasm overcomes me.
My entire body burns and freezes at the same time, my muscles clenching.
She lets go of me, and I rest my head on the table. Unable to move. Unable to form a word. Unable to think.
The only thing I know is that this is the most epic feeling in the world.
She slaps my ass and says, “If you didn’t have to go to work, I’d make you come five more times until you faint,” she says.
I laugh faintly because I am already close to collapsing with the tunnel vision and cramping muscles.
“Come on, get up and shower,” she says. “You can’t be late.”
“Can’t,” I say in a strange voice because my lips and facial muscles feel like they are cramping.
She pulls me up.
I sway slightly, but she holds me.
“Here, drink,” she says and holds my coffee in front of my lips. I sip and feel instantly better. I take another.
She just laughs and brushes over my nose with the back of her pointer finger.
“We’ll have to build some stamina,” she says, and places a kiss on my cheek. “Because this was just the beginning.”
I just hum out my disbelief as I walk on a strangely moving ground to the bathroom.
When I return from my very quick shower, wrapped in my towels, she stands fully dressed, leaning against the doorframe leading to the bedroom. Her eyes stare at me with such intensity and follow each of my steps.
My brain is still mushy, so I just walk past her into my bedroom and my closet.
She turns when I pass her and watches me.
I ignore the audience and let my towel drop, because I am really, really late.
And then she stands behind me.
“You know,” she says as her hands wander between my legs and her lips caress the skin on my neck, “you might have to call in sick today, because I am nowhere near done with you.”