Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Bella
We pull up outside Reed’s house in Malibu. I had a feeling he was going to do this, it’s his way of ensuring I stay with him. It’s not what we’d agreed, though. Not until we’d spoken to my parents after their party tomorrow.
“Reed —” I start, only to be stopped by him.
“No. No more fighting me on this. It’s not up for discussion and I’m getting tired of this same argument.
There is no way I am spending any more nights away from you.
Especially not when you’ve been ill, I would be worried sick.
We’ll speak to your parents tomorrow after the party and then move your stuff in on Sunday.
It’s not negotiable, Bella,” he continues when he sees me about to object.
“Where am I supposed to be tonight then? My parents are going to ask.”
“If it was up to me you’d be telling them you’re here. But I’m guessing that’s not what you want, so tell them you’re with a friend. Tell them you’ve stayed in San Francisco. I really don’t care what you come up with as long as you’re here.”
“Fine,” I mutter, pulling my phone out of my pocket to send a text to my parents.
Reed rounds the front of the car, pulling my passenger door open and scooping me into his arms.
“I’m not sick anymore,” I mumble.
“Humor me,” he says, placing a gentle kiss to my temple.
How are you ever meant to say no to this man?
“Where do you want to go?” he asks as he walks into the entrance of his house.
“Can we sit outside and watch the sunset?” It’s already dipping low in the skyline, it shouldn’t be too long before the most beautiful colors fill the sky.
“Anything you want.”
Carrying me through the house he unlocks the back door with me still in his arms, showcasing his incredible strength, and walks out onto the decking. He places me carefully on the outdoor sofa, and tells me he’ll be right back once he’s got the bags out of the car.
Within minutes he’s returning, taking a seat on the sofa, and reclining into the corner. He pulls me between his legs to lean back on his chest.
“How’s this?”
“Perfect,” I whisper.
We lay like that long after the sun has set and the stars come out, neither of us talking, both perfectly happy to just be together.
***
I wake to the sensation of feeling too full. Reed’s body is pressed against my back, his hips thrusting, forcing his cock into my pussy.
“Mmm, so wet for my cock. Even in sleep your body craves mine,” he groans.
I push back into him, trying to help him fit.
“Fuck, I love watching you try to take me. Your body fights every inch I give it. This tight little cunt is too small for me and it’s fucking incredible.”
He pulls out and rolls me to my back, then thrusts back in again, driving his cock into me. His hands come up to play with my nipples.
“I haven’t played with these anywhere near enough,” he murmurs. The thrusts of his cock steady as his fingers toy with those sensitive peaks.
“Yes,” I gasp. It’s like he has a direct line to my clit every time he tweaks my nipple.
“Mmm, they’re sensitive. Fucking perfect,” he whispers. “Your cunt, your ass and your mouth have all taken my cum, but these glorious tits haven’t. I think we’re going to have to change that.”
“What — what do you mean?”
“I’m going to fuck your tits, baby girl, and then I’m going to paint them with my cum. But first I need you to come on my cock.”
His fingers find my clit and pinch. A spike of pleasurable pain runs through me and I cry out. My orgasm rises as he continues to thrust, his hips picking up speed, the tip of him hitting my cervix, giving me all of him.
“Reed, I’m going to come,” I shout.
“That’s it, give it to me. Squeeze my cock as you come on it, baby girl.” I fall over the edge into ecstasy, an ecstasy that only one man has ever given me.
He pulls free of me and I hear him fumbling around in the bedside drawer. He brings a bottle of lube towards his cock, squeezes a stream onto it, throws the bottle to the side, and begins rubbing the liquid up and down his shaft.
Moving up the bed, he straddles my chest; his pupils are blown, the brown completely obliterated by black.
“Push them together for me, baby. Yeah, just like that, make it nice and tight for me,” he murmurs as he brings my hands up to my chest and pushes my tits together with them.
Holy shit, this is so hot.
Reed takes his cock in his hand and slides it into the valley between my breasts, grunting his pleasure as he begins to thrust.
On every upwards stroke, his cock nudges my chin, so I dip my head and open my mouth, licking him with every pass of his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, “just like that.”
From this view I can see every emotion that crosses his face, every moment of pleasure he experiences is mine to witness.
His fingers find my nipples again, squeezing them rhythmically with every thrust.
“Sooo, hot,” I moan. His head drops forwards, his eyes meeting mine.
“One day I’ll suck our baby’s milk from these gorgeous tits.”
Oh fuck — fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Come on me, Reed, mark me with your cum. Show me who I belong to.” His thrusts speed up, his eyes narrow on me.
“Open that mouth nice and wide, baby. Let me feed you some of my cum before I cover these tits.”
I do exactly as he says, opening my mouth wide and sticking my tongue out. It’s Reed’s tipping point; he throws his head back and shouts towards the ceiling as his orgasm takes over.
His cum shoots out over my tongue and chin. He quickly pulls away and the remaining ropes of his release splatter my tits and chest.
He’s a panting mess as he leans on one hand and hovers over me with his cock still in his grip.
“Jesus, fuck,” he mutters as his gaze roves over me. “You look fucking stunning like this.”
I bring a finger up to my chest, scooping up some of his cum, and bring it to my mouth, sucking it off with a moan.
“Delicious,” I murmur, repeating the process again and again.
“Fuck, baby, you’re going to marry me.” My eyes widen, my mouth popping open in shock.
“Reed, tell me that wasn’t a proposal.” He chuckles, his eyes creasing at the corners with his smile.
“Baby, you’ll know when I propose. There won’t be a doubt in your mind that I’m making you mine.”
“You’ll need to speak with my parents first.”
“It’s the only reason my ring’s not already on your finger.” His hand cups my jaw, his thumb stroking along my lips, gathering the cum that lingers there. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
“You did make me rather dirty. I think it’s only fair that you clean me.”
“Oh, baby girl, I’m dirtying you up more before I clean you.”