44. Reed #2
“Love it when you talk dirty to me, baby,” he mumbles against my skin, moving his head to bite the curve of my cheeks on either side, until I know his mark is all over me.
Then he is back to feasting on me, like he’s on death row and I’m his last fucking meal, licking and thrusting at my hole until I can’t even remember my own name.
I no longer know where I end and he begins, so I just keep riding his face like we were always meant to be joined like this.
I’m sure he is struggling to breathe by now, not that he’s complaining.
No, the only thing I can hear is deep, satisfied groans, and slutty little whimpers, like he could stay beneath me all day.
My own string of sounds fall from my lips, as I plead for him to never stop, to give me more, to just keep going, all the while knowing I will never feel this kind of pleasure again.
Wilder is ruining me in every way possible, without realizing just how deep I am going to fall apart when I have to give him up.
He just keeps fucking my hole, before he drags himself all the way back up to my tip, swallowing my cock and taking as much of me as he possibly can at this angle.
My hands snap out and hold onto the headboard to keep myself upright.
“Oh my fucking God,” I groan, dropping my head forward so I can watch him feast on me, and I feel him smirk around my cock, as his hand comes down roughly, spanking my ass in warning.
I can practically hear his mimicking voice saying ‘What did I tell you about that name’, but it only spurs me on more.
My hips start to move with a mind of their own, swirling against his waiting tongue, until I can feel myself hit the back of his throat.
I open my mouth to cry out again, but his hand spanks me even more roughly, biting into my skin even harder, before he strokes away the sting.
I start rocking into his mouth, fucking his throat, while his fingers start to tease my spit-soaked hole, with barely-there little rubs that drive me insane.
“So good, Wild, you’re fucking mouth is everything,” I hiss, gritting the words through my teeth, as my orgasm already burns at the base of my spine.
Wilder pulls back to take a breath, his eyes watering slightly and his lips swollen. “Fucking starving for you, baby,” he moans, lapping at my precum and swirling his tongue around my crown. “I want you to ride my face until I am choking on your cum.”
I nod shakily, tightening my hands around the headboard, as he takes me back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to accommodate me.
Then he is sucking me like I am the last thing he is ever going to taste, making the filthiest sounds.
I’m riding a high that only he has ever given me, and what?
I’m just expected to give this up? I must be a masochist, because that’s the only explanation for letting myself fall so deep into the flame of him.
He sucks me hard and fast, my hips meeting his mouth in quick snaps until I can feel myself ready to explode.
Only then does he thrust two of his fingers deep inside of me, finding my prostate with a military-like precision, and forcing me to explode down the back of his throat.
Thick, hot ropes of cum splash against his tongue, and he drinks them down greedily until he is almost choking on me completely.
I barely have time to come down from my high before he is shoving me up, ripping himself from beneath me and positioning himself at my back.
I hear the rip of a condom, before I feel his cock thrusting inside of me.
Then he is fucking me hard, with deep, long strokes of his cock, as his hand comes around my throat and pulls my mouth to his.
His kiss is feral, teeth and tongue licking and sucking at my lips, as he grunts in pleasure with every snap of his hips.
“Do you have any idea how good you taste, Blue? How insane it makes me when I feel you throb on my tongue? I’m fucking addicted to you and your pretty hole.
” Each word has him thrusting deeper inside of me, fucking me like a man possessed.
“Harder,” I cry, arching my back to try and get him deeper, and he groans in pleasure, kissing me even more.
“So fucking perfect for me.” His hand flexes possessively around my throat, stroking the lace there, and I lean into his touch.
His other hand slides down my arm to close around mine on the headboard, until every part of us is connected. We move in unison, his cock rolling over that sweet spot inside of me, until I am once again hard and leaking.
“Fuck, I hate you,” I curse again, losing my mind between lust and frustration, and he smirks against my mouth.
“Mmm, yes, go on, tell me what you hate about me,” he demands, pushing me closer to the edge once more, his tongue still twirling with mine.
“I hate how you look at me,” I cry out, and his eyes meet mine.
“How do I look at you, Blue?” he asks, giving me the very look I am talking about, and my cheeks heat, his cock still stretching me out
“You know how you look at me, Miles.”
“Do I look at you like you’re mine?” he asks, and I nod. “Good.”
Then I am being fucked harder than I ever have before, his hands tightening around my fist and throat until I feel him everywhere.
There is nothing else, just us, and I give myself over to him completely.
I take every snap of his hips, every thrust of his cock, and every kiss of his lips, until both of our bodies are trembling and shaking as one.
“Fuck, gonna come,” he grits against my lips, his hands flying to my hips to hold me in place, as he ruts into me.
One of his hands spanks my ass, making me cry out, cum spraying from my cock and splashing all over his pillow, as I find my own release, but still he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking and fucking until his body tenses, his own orgasm finding him, until he is panting against me.
“That was incredible,” he pants out, his hands stroking along the lace on my body once more. “I knew this bodysuit would be worth every penny,” he adds, before reaching up to my neck and ripping it in two, shredding it off my body completely.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I scold, collapsing onto the bed with him still inside me, surveying the now-tattered lace, but his hands come down on my bare skin.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll buy you one in every color, I promise.”
That promise is the last thing I remember before I drift off to sleep.