Chapter Fifteen
Reed
I’m in love.
There is not a single doubt in my mind.
I am completely and utterly in love with Bella Knight.
Fuck.
It’s not something I ever planned on happening — in fact, it’s something I have actively avoided my whole life.
Yet, this little brat of a girl walks in and all of a sudden I’m struck by cupid’s arrow and my entire life plan is thrown out the window.
I’m sitting on my surfboard on the sand watching her catch a peeler back to shore.
If I’d been asked to make a checklist of my dream girl, she would be it. I’ve never shared my morning surfing ritual with anyone, never even dreamed of it.
I love spending hours out on the water, catching wave after wave or just sitting at the line-up watching and observing. Alone.
Yet, here I am, happier to watch her than participate myself, to the point that for the last half hour I’ve not even been in the water. Choosing to sit on the beach and watch my girl.
I watch her approach, one of my spare boards tucked under her arm.
She looks ridiculously adorable wearing one of my fullsuits, which is far too big for her.
We rolled it up as much as we could at the arms and legs but it still absolutely drowns her.
I’ve already mentally ordered her a couple to keep here, as well as her own board.
Now I just need to work out how to keep her here.
I’m all in — kids, marriage, the whole nine-fucking-yards. I want everything with her.
“That was amazing!” She’s got the biggest grin on her face as she plops down in the sand next to me.
“I thought you’d be a kook,” I say, referring to the term we use for a beginner or inexperienced surfer.
“What?” she splutters. “Reed, I was born and raised in Malibu, I am no kook!” she cries outraged.
“Well, obviously, I know that now,” I nod towards the ocean. “I just hadn’t expected it. Your Dad’s never spoken about surfing.”
I internally cringe at bringing him up. I’m going to have to have a conversation with him soon. I already know it is not going to go well. My playboy lifestyle, that he is all too aware of, is going to come back and bite me in the ass.
“Oh, no,” she laughs. “Dad, doesn’t surf. He’s suddenly very British again whenever we try and get him to go. It’s something Beau and I have always done.”
It’s easy to forget sometimes that George Knight wasn’t born here in the U.S. He moved to the States for college, where he met and married Bella’s mom, Valerie.
“How often do you do this?”
“Most mornings; it’s my workout.” Don’t get me wrong, I hit the weights as well and I’ve been known to go for a run too, but my main workout is, and always will be, surfing.
“Ready to head back and hit the shower?” She nods, stands up and goes to grab her board. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I mutter, grabbing it before she can and carrying them both back to the house.
I make my way to the outdoor shower which is just through the gate of my backyard and wash down the boards before stepping under the spray myself and pulling her with me.
I turn her in my arms and drag down the zipper on her suit, stripping her of it so she’s standing before me naked. I give her my back so she can do the same for me, both of us soon standing under the spray, our bare skin pressed against each other.
My lips take hers, kissing her sweetly, telling her without words what she means to me.
My tongue slowly explores her mouth, stroking gently against hers, stealing her taste and taking what’s mine.
I pull away from her and place a quick kiss to the tip of her nose before reaching for the shampoo on the shelf and washing her hair.
She groans her approval as my fingers massage her scalp, ensuring I wash all the saltwater out of her long locks.
“Hmm, how did you get so good at this?” she moans. “Shit, no, don’t answer that,” she quickly adds. I spank her for that little comment, less than impressed with what she’s implying.
“You’re my first. I might be having all of your firsts, but believe me when I say you’ve been getting a lot of mine, too.” I tip her head back and rinse out the bubbles, ensuring the water runs clear from her strands before reaching for the conditioner.
Once her hair and body is all clean, I quickly wash myself, feeling her eyes on me the whole time. I take a bit longer than I would normally, giving her a show.
“Enjoying the view?” My head is tipped back under the spray and my eyes are closed, but I know she’s watching me. My cock twitches at the thought. I take my erection in my hand and give it a good tug.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
When I open my eyes I find her staring at my cock with her plump bottom lip between her teeth. I turn off the shower and give her ass a good hard pat.
“Get that ass inside, baby girl. I’m about to fuck it.”
Bella
I’m nervous.
I am so nervous, it’s not even funny.
Reed throws a bottle of lube onto the bed and I nearly jump out of my skin. He barely fit in my pussy, how is that absolute giant of a cock supposed to fit in my asshole?
It’s not, I am going to die!
Reed comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. His stubble grazes my neck as he places gentle kisses along its column.
“I need you to trust me, Bella. I’m going to make this good for you, it won’t be like when I took your virginity. I’m not breaking through anything this time.” His cock twitches where it’s pressed into the small of my back
“You liked breaking through my innocence.” His cock twitches again.
Yep, thought so.
“I hated causing you pain — being inside you and knowing you were hurting because of it was pure torture. But, knowing that I was the first, the only one to be inside you, was the biggest turn on of my life.” He pushes his hips into me.
“Taking all your firsts, owning every part of your body, means more to me than you can possibly imagine. I need this last one, baby. Let me have it. Let me have all of you.”
“It’s yours, Reed. I’m yours,” I breathe.
He groans and spins me in his arms, his mouth crashing down on mine. I moan into the kiss, loving the way his tongue dominates mine, he controls every part of me, and I love it.
“Get on the bed, baby girl,” he says as he pulls away from me. “I want you on all fours with your ass up. Show me what I’m about to fuck.”
I climb on, doing exactly what he asked. I’m still nervous, but his control of me — of the situation — has definitely helped to calm me.
He reaches for the lube in front of me and I hear the cap click before a cool stream drizzles between my cheeks. His finger is there, rubbing in circles over that puckered hole, spreading the lube where he needs it.
“Such a pretty little ass,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to be inside it.” I push my hips back onto his finger, wanting to feel more of that pressure. “Greedy girl,” he chuckles just as his finger slips inside.
Fuck!
“Hmmmm,” I moan as he pushes deeper.
Holy shit, that feels good. It’s different, wrong, but so much more intense than when he fingers my pussy.
Shit. What is his cock going to feel like if this is what it’s like with just a finger?
For the first time since we started this, I actually think I might want it. Really want it.
His finger is thrusting in and out of me. When he’s at his deepest he twists it, trying to stretch me more.
“I think you’re ready for another one.” He withdraws, but is quickly back, pushing two of his digits inside me. I whimper at the burn his fingers cause, feeling a lot more of a stretch than before. However, that burn is quickly replaced with an even more intense sensation.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear what I’m doing to you.” He leans over my back, bringing his mouth to my ear. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs while licking the skin of my neck. “You like me fingering this tight little hole. You really are my dirty little girl.”
He bites down on my neck and I feel my walls squeeze his fingers. I can feel an orgasm rising inside me, the feel of his fingers in my ass making me feel things I did not expect.
“Reed, I’m going to come.” His fingers stop at my words and my orgasm fades. “Noooo,” I wail. “Why did you stop?”
“Fuck, baby, you can’t come before I’m inside you; you’ll tighten too much and we’ll struggle to get my cock in. I’ll make you come around my cock, I promise,” he murmurs. “Now, let’s get one more in before I fuck you.”
I feel a third finger pressing against me and my body tightens instinctively.
“Breathe for me, nice and relaxed, baby. You can take it.” He pushes a third in and I cry out at the burn. “That’s it, such a good fucking girl stretching for me. I wish you could see how beautiful you look like this.”
I hear the cap on the bottle again as he applies more lube to my hole. Out of the corner of my eye I see him apply some to his cock, he throws the bottle back on the bed and starts stroking himself with his other hand, spreading the lube along his shaft.
“Reed, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for at this point. I’m so turned on. I just know I need more, more of what he’s making me feel. “More, Reed. I need more.”
“That’s it, baby, beg me for my cock. Beg me to fuck your tight little asshole.”
“Please, Reed, please. I need it.”
“You can do better than that,” he goads.
“Please fuck my ass, Reed. I need you inside me now. Please,” I add on a whine, beyond caring how desperate I sound.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans as he pulls his fingers from me and I feel the much larger head of his cock pressing against that tight ring of muscle. “Take a nice deep breath for me and hold it. As I push inside I want you to slowly release it for me. Okay?”
I nod, desperate for him to give me something, anything to make me come.
I take in a lungful of air and feel him start to apply pressure. As I breathe out, he pushes in, forcing his cock past that ring of muscle.
Ah, fuck, that hurts.
I bite my lip to stop the cry that wants to leave my lips, but whimpers still escape.
“Breathe, baby,” he grunts, his cock still pushing inside me. “I need you to keep breathing out. Relax for me, baby girl. You can take me.”
His chest presses to my back and a hand snakes round to my front, his fingers find my clit and start rubbing. His middle finger slides down to my slit and dips inside.
“Ah, fuuuuck,” he groans, “you’re dripping, you’re so fucking wet. Christ, baby, this cunt is perfection.” He brings his finger, now covered in my wetness, up to my clit and slowly circles it. The burn of him inside me starts to fade — there’s still pressure, but it’s a good kind.
“Are you all the way?”
“No,” he puffs. “You’ve taken about half of me.”
Half?!
“Come for me as I give you the rest,” he demands, increasing the pressure of his fingers on my clit while slowly feeding me more.
My pleasure starts to increase even as the pressure of him pushing further into me does too.
“Reed, I can’t — it’s too much,” I say, trying to move further up the bed, away from him. He tightens his hold on me with the arm banded around my waist, his fingers still strumming my clit like he’s a musical prodigy.
“Yes you can. You will take all of my cock like the good little cock slut you are. Now come,” he orders, pinching my clit firmly, thrusting harder into me and biting down on my neck at the same time.
I scream as my release barrels through me, my body falling flat to the bed as my legs give out. Reed follows me down, his cock thrusting deep inside me, his hips slamming against my ass cheeks again and again.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts. “Look at you taking all of me. I knew you could.” His hips speed up, his cock nailing me to the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” he moans.
An animalistic groan follows his final thrust as I feel his cum filling me, as I feel him throbbing his release deep within me.
He collapses on top of me and quickly rolls us to our sides, his cock still buried inside me. His chest heaves at my back, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath.
His hand gently runs up and down my arm, soothing me as his lips press to my hair. He murmurs words I can’t quite make out through the sound of our breathing and the rushing in my ears.
I don’t know how long we lay there like that, both of us coming down from our highs, trying to regulate our breathing. Eventually, his hand moves to my hip, giving it a light squeeze.
“Roll forward slightly for me, baby girl.” I do as he says, moving only a little, but it’s enough for his cock to slip out. I gasp at the sensation, every part of me feels ridiculously sensitive.
His hands hold my cheeks apart, his gaze riveted to that just fucked hole.
“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath. “I can see my cum leaking out of your ass.”
He presses a finger gently inside me, pushing his cum back in.
“Keep that in there, where it belongs.” He pulls me to his chest again, wrapping me in his arms and lifting his leg over mine, pinning me to him. “And I’ll keep you here, where you belong.”
I’m no longer falling for Reed.
I am head over heels in love with him.