Chapter 7 - Reed
REED
“Sunshine.” I don’t recognize the tone in my voice as I wordlessly plead with her to cut me some slack. There is only so much a man can take before the string of self-control completely gives out and breaks.
“Yeah, big guy?” she asks, and fuck, my cock jerks behind the denim of my jeans. Big guy. I want to show her exactly how big.
“You keep looking at me like that, little girl, and—" I swallow hard and watch as her lips part and that pretty little pink tongue peaks out. Gliding over the flesh of her perfect pouty lower lip, leaving it glossy and tempting in its wake. I want to take that lip between mine and suck on it for so long she’ll wake up with swollen bee-stung lips.
My hands dip lower over her back and linger just above the swell of her amazing ass.
“Like what?” she breathes so fucking innocently I swear my cock leaks.
“You know like what,” I grit through my teeth and feel her press her full, more than a handful tits against me.
“I don’t.” The prettiest pink tint covers her naturally tan cheeks. “Tell me, Reed, how am I looking at you?” she asks so fucking sweetly I can’t resist. My hands dip lower and cup the globes of her ass, pulling her into me, and I like the little whimper she makes as my cock presses into her.
“Like you want me to kiss you,” I share. A muscle in my cheek twitches, and her hand leaves my shoulder, reaching up to smooth my face. I lean into her gentle touch.
“Kiss you?” she repeats, and I don’t know if she’s honestly this innocent or if she’s playing games with me. My hands squeeze her booty, and she gasps.
“Don’t play with me, Camila,” I warn.
“I’m not. Reed…” she pants. Her breasts rise and drop, brushing against my chest, making me ache to lift her up and have her wrap her sexy thick legs around me
“If I kiss you, sunshine, that’s it. Game over,” I try to warn with few words, knowing that I’m probably not making sense.
“Game over…” she repeats with a sexy little smirk dancing over her lips. “Don’t you get it, big guy? It’s been game over since I hopped out of my U-Haul truck,” she confesses, and something inside of me snaps.
Whatever little common sense I still had left leaves the building.
I lift her up, and she wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. Our mouths gravitate toward one another, and I finally know what it’s like to be so damn close to the sun.
Hot and dangerous.
But too beautiful and hot to walk away. I couldn’t do that if I tried. Not anymore. Any space and time I stupidly wasted is done with. I need her with an appetite that will never end.
I walk us toward the couch and sit down.
Her luscious body straddles mine. Her thick thighs are on either side my lap, my cock perfectly nestled against her sex, and I’m fucking thankful she never changed out of that dress and that for whatever reason, she took off those leggings.
I would have had to rip them off her little body.
Though the idea has me leaking precum.
Another time.
“You make me crazy,” I groan as my mouth leaves hers, and I pepper kisses against the line of her jaw and down like I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. “You taste so good.” I lick the line of her neck and nibble at her collarbone before breathing her in deeply.
My mouth waters as her taste blooms on my tongue, and she purrs. Fucking purrs! She’s perfection. I thrust up, and my eyes feel close to crossing when I feel her wet heat. Even through my jeans I can feel it. Heat and silky sweetness wait for me.
“You’re wearing too much,” she mewls, and I growl. I lift her and myself up and off the couch
“You’re right. So damn right,” I groan as I tug my shirt off and she watches me closely. I can feel the way she’s gawking at me, obviously appreciating my body, and I thank the stars above. I stand proudly, expanding my chest at her, puffing up like a proud peacock.
“Take off your panties,” I order her and watch as her eyes widen before they fill with something else. Lust and desire and sheer need reflect back at me.
I don’t blink.
Hell, I don’t breathe.
My eyes are pinned on her sexy legs and the way her hands touch her thighs. The material dances and brushes against her soft-looking flesh, and I’m suddenly jealous of that fabric. Her hands dip below it, and I watch with bated breath as she bends slightly and takes off the satiny material.
“Give it to me!” I order, and she hands them over. Like a fucking cretin, I lift the material up to my nose and breathe in deeply. I shouldn’t be so damn crass, but by the way she’s looking at me, she likes it. “Smells like heaven.”
“Reed.” Her eyes drop to my chest, and my pecs twitch up and down.
“See something you like, sunshine?” I tease, but whatever shyness she was feeling is gone. She steps in closer, her hands to my belt buckle, and Cami gets working on undoing it and unbuttoning my jeans.
“That’s right, baby. Get me out. Get your prize out,” I goad her on, something taking over me. This need to talk that I’ve never particularly felt during sex presses through me.
“You have a dirty mouth,” she whispers, almost as if she’s talking to herself, and I chuckle hoarsely.
“It’s about to get dirtier, sunshine. Hell of a lot dirtier,” I promise and see the flash in her eyes. She likes this.
She likes me being filthy, and that bodes well for me. She brings out this side of me. Domineering to the hundredth degree. “Now, pull me out and get on your knees,” I order and don’t miss the way her thighs press together.
She needs relief, and I’m a bastard. I should be the one falling on my knees and worshiping her, and I will; but I need this.
I need her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock so I can think a little clearer.
Once my brain can function, I’ll take care of her until she sees stars and other universes.
Thankfully, my sweet sunshine takes mercy on me.
I watch as she kneels in front of me, looking down at her.
I can see her cleavage even better from this angle, and I swear I grow another inch just thinking about fucking her tits one day.
Her hands do quick work on springing my cock out of the prison of my boxer briefs, and she holds it at the base.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my length and girth.
I’m not a small man, and as I look at her, a shiver of worry courses through me.
She’s small.
Sure, she has mouthwatering curves, but she’s small, and fuck, I know in my gut she’s tight.
I don’t want to hurt her when the time comes.
I wonder if she’s thinking the same. When our eyes meet and she licks her lips like my cock is the best-looking dessert she’s ever seen, it jerks in her touch, and she smiles.
Fuck. Could my girl be any more perfect?
She’s not scared about the size of my one-eyed monster. No, my girl’s hungry for it, and that washes away the slight trepidation I might have felt. “Lick me, Cami. Lick your man from root to tip and back down again.”
“Reed,” she sighs with a pant, and I smirk at her.
“Give me that pretty mouth.” I force my eyes to stay open, afraid to miss a moment as she does as I directed, and my toes curl in my boots.
Her togue is soft and wet and warm as it drags its way up, swirling the tip and licking up the bead of moisture seeping out before licking her way down.
“Fuck, yes!” I groan and growl. My hand moves to her hair, grabbing some and tugging it carefully.
She looks at me and opens her mouth. Fuck, those eyes. The eyes of every tomorrow to come slay me as she silently lets me know she’s ready for more. Cami is incredible, fucking unbelievably perfect.
I guide her toward my cock, and she takes me in her mouth.
She sucks and bobs. Fuck, I’m close. Too fucking close for having just started this.
Way too close for a man who is almost forty.
Jesus, her mouth has me feeling like a teenager about to pop off at the smallest amount of attention.
Her mouth erases the memory of anyone who might have come before her.
Hell, who am I kidding? That vanished the moment she jumped out of that moving truck like a real-life ray of sunshine.
“I should stop. I shouldn’t have you take my load in your pretty little mouth,” I grit through my teeth, and she only seems to get off from my words.
She moans, relaxes her mouth, and takes me a little further down. My hands fist tighter. I look between us, and the sight I see has my balls drawing up tight. One hand is holding me in place, stroking the base of my cock. But it’s her other hand that has my balls filling with my seed.
“Fuck, Cami, baby girl, you playing with that pretty pussy?” I ask, and she moans, the vibrations making my balls draw up tighter. A tingle and warmth starts to settle at the base of my spine.
“Jesus, baby. Play. Play with that pretty pussy. Keep it nice and wet for me. The moment you swallow me, I’m gonna eat you, baby girl.” She whimpers. “I’m gonna eat you so fucking good, I’ll have you gushing on my face,” I promise.
She takes my cock out to breathe for a moment.
Her lust-filled gaze has my cock throbbing to come.
I’ve never needed to nut like this. If she asked me to hand over everything that belongs to me in this moment, I would.
Without a second thought. Hell, if she asked me at any time, blowing me or not, I know I would hand her the world.
She owns me.
She licks me up and takes the tip back into her mouth. Her tongue swirls and strokes the underside of my shaft. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I bend down and pick her up
“Hey, I didn’t finish,” she whines. My nose flares as I try to find some kind of control.
“For now, you are,” I grunt.
“But, big guy—” I shoot her a look to quiet her.
“Don’t,” I clip as I kick off my boots and jeans, leaving me naked in front of her. If I hear her ask to take me back in her perfect mouth, I won’t be able to turn her down. She wipes her face and then licks her lips.
“Why are you mad?”