28. Reed #2
I don’t stop until she tugs at my hair, oversensitive and gasping.
Withdrawing, I kiss my way up her body, tasting her release on her skin as I capture her lips. She kisses me hungrily, with no hesitation, her hands exploring my back.
My cock’s rock-hard, leaking pre-cum against my sweats.
“Take it off, Reed.”
I stare at her until I slowly peel off my sweats and boxers, tossing them aside as I wrap my fingers around the shaft and pump my cock, moaning with pleasure.
She lets out a gasp, staring at my hard cock leaking pre-cum, watching me jerk off.
I reach for a condom in the nightstand, my hand brushing past the drawer’s edge before her fingers circle my wrist, halting me.
“Reed,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I want to feel you.” Her eyes meet mine, wide and glassy from the orgasm I just gave her. “I haven’t slept with Brian in months,” she adds, her breath shaky. “And I’ve been tested.”
My throat tightens as I study her, every inch of trust she’s offering.
“Layla…” My voice comes out rough. “Are you sure you want this?”
She nods, but I keep my hand on her cheek, needing her to see the truth in my eyes.
“I haven’t been with anyone in years,” I admit quietly. “Not since the accident.”
Her eyes soften as her fingers trace the burn scars along my jaw and down my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin.
“I’m sure,” she whispers.
I kiss her softly, positioning myself between her legs, lining up at her entrance.
Her eyes widen as she feels the head of my cock nudge her lips. “Reed... you’re so big,” she whispers, a hint of worry in her voice, yet her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer.
“Take a breath, baby. It’ll fit,” I coo, my voice low and reassuring as I rub the tip along her slickness. “Be a good girl and open up for me.”
Inch by inch, I push inside, her heat enveloping me like velvet fire.
She’s tight, so fucking tight, but wet enough that I slide deeper with each careful thrust. “There’s my girl,” I groan, bottoming out, my balls pressed against her ass. “Feel how perfect you fit around my cock?”
She nods, moaning, as her nails dig into my shoulders.
I begin to move, slow rolls of my hips building the rhythm. We find our pace together, her sunshine blending into my shadows, our bodies locked in the most intimate dance.
I hold still for a moment, buried deep inside her, letting her adjust to the stretch of my cock filling her. Her pussy clenches around me, pulling me in as if she never wants to let go.
Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted in a soft moan, and I can’t tear my gaze away from her stunning face—flushed, glowing, utterly wrecked in the best way.
I’m going to make her my wife, one way or another. She’s going to be mine. I can’t live without her, I can’t breathe without her, and in this moment of our connection, I’m ruined for anyone else.
“Fuck, Layla,” I groan, my voice gravelly as I start moving again, pulling out halfway before sliding back in with a slow, deliberate thrust. “You feel incredible. So tight, gripping my cock like you were made for me.”
She whimpers, lifting her hips to meet mine as her hands glide down my back. “Reed... it feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
Picking up the pace, my hips snap forward in a steady rhythm, each thrust bottoming out and grinding against her clit.
The bed creaks under us, its sound blending with the wet slap of our bodies meeting.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss, our tongues sliding together as I fuck her harder.
“You’re perfect, baby,” I mumble against her lips, breaking away to trail kisses along her jaw and neck. “Every inch of you.”
She laughs, a breathless sound that turns into a gasp as I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes flutter.
“Reed! Yes, right there. You’re... you’re making me feel things I’ve never…”
“That’s because you’re mine now,” I say, smirking down at her as sweat beads on my forehead.
My scars pull taut with each movement, but her hands roam over them freely, tracing the rough edges. It fuels me, making me thrust deeper, faster. “Gonna worship your body every chance I get. Lick it, fuck it, make you come over and over.”
She moans louder, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist as her heels dig into my back. “Promise?” she says, her eyes sparkling even through the haze of pleasure.
“I promise, baby,” I say, shifting to hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up further. The new angle lets me drive in even deeper, my cock dragging along her walls with each plunge.
She cries out, her pussy fluttering around me, and I feel her building again, her breathing coming in pants.
“Look at you, taking my cock so well. You love it, don’t you? Love how I stretch this pretty pussy?” I ask, gripping her ankle as I pound deeper into her.
“Yes, baby,” she admits, biting her lip, her cheeks flushing bright red. “Give me more.”
Her words send a shock through me, my balls tightening as I pound into her without mercy.
I worship her with my body and my praise as I lean down to suck on her neck, leaving more marks because I don’t give a fuck.
“Your thighs,” I rasp, gripping one and squeezing as I thrust, “wrapping around me.” “This ass—” My free hand slips under her, cupping the soft curve, pulling her into each stroke—“so grabable, and your face when you come... gonna see it again, baby. Come with me.”
The tension coils tight in my gut, her pussy squeezing me, milking my cock with every withdrawal.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way her nails rake my shoulders, her moans turning desperate.
“Reed... I’m—oh God, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” I command softly, slowing just enough to tease, circling my hips. “Wait for me, sunshine.”
She nods frantically, her body trembling beneath me. “Please... I need it. I need you.”
I ramp up again, fucking her with everything I have, the room filling with our gasps and the obscene sounds of her wetness coating my shaft.
My thumb finds her clit, rubbing firm circles to push her over. “That’s it, baby. Let go. Where do you want it, Layla? Tell me.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, wild and pleading. “Inside me. Please, give it to me.”
I thrust deep one last time, my cock pulsing as I come, hot spurts flooding her pussy.
She clenches around me, her orgasm crashing over mine in waves, crying out my name as her body convulses, her slick mixing with my cum.
We ride it together as my forehead presses to hers, and aftershocks ripple through us both.
I collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms, our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together.
She kisses my chest, her gaze meeting mine. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
I smile, caressing her jaw, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “There’s a lot you haven’t been given, baby. I plan to fix that.”