Chapter 34 Reed
REED
Ididn’t think anything could undo me faster than Wren falling apart beneath my hands—but seeing her like that?
Eyes squeezed shut, mouth parted on a fucking scream that sounded like it had been dragged out of her soul, her body trembling as she came completely undone.
That was it. That was the image that would haunt me—in the best damn way—for the rest of my life.
I didn’t even have a daddy kink until now.
“Jesus, Wren…” I whispered, still catching my breath, my voice rough. I was one moan away from coming in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
She was glowing. Not just from the heat still clinging to her skin, or the flush high on her cheeks—but from the look in her eyes when she opened them and stared at me like I’d just given her the sun, moon, and stars.
Then, to my complete surprise, she mimicked my position, rolled up onto her knees, and reached for the waistband of my jeans and tugged, not urgently, but purposefully. Her palms smoothed up under my shirt and over my toned stomach, slow and warm, like she wanted to memorize my body by touch alone.
“Your turn,” she said, voice low, sounding almost shy.
“Wren—” I started, but she shook her head, already switching our positions and pushing gently at my chest until I gave in and let her ease me back against the pillows and blankets in the truck bed.
“You always take care of me,” she said. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
My chest ached in a whole new way—like she wasn’t just touching my body but something deeper. She leaned down, lips grazing mine with more heat than softness this time, her hands moving with a confidence that told me exactly what she wanted: to wreck me.
She climbed over me, slow and sure, her knees on either side of my hips. My hands instinctively went to her thighs, gripping her like I needed proof she was real.
Wren leaned down, her lips brushing mine—not just kissing, but claiming me.
She moaned into my mouth, “You’re right. I do taste pretty good.”
I swear I almost blew my load right there. Her hands slid under my shirt and pushed it up, and I sat up just long enough to yank it over my head. The air between us sparked like a live wire.
She kissed down my neck, across my chest, her mouth warm and soft. I sucked in a sharp breath when she bit lightly at my ribs.
“Jesus, pretty girl,” I groaned, my hand tangling in her hair. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
She looked up at me then, eyes dark, lips parted, and that expression—full of focus, care, and hunger—it about broke me in half.
She moved down, her touch everywhere, and my hips instinctively shifted up, needing more.
“You look so good like this,” I murmured, voice wrecked. “Taking control. Take what you need from me.”
“Oh, I plan to,” she whispered, almost too quiet to hear.
She peppered kisses down my abs while rubbing her hands up my sides, down to my thighs. I groaned again, deeper this time. “You’re driving me crazy, baby. Touch me—please.”
Her fingers worked at my jeans, slow enough to tease, and when she finally freed my aching cock, she gasped.
“Holy shit, Reed? Seriously?” She looked at my throbbing dick then back at my face, mouth still agape. “How the fuck am I supposed to take this? Let alone give you a blow job?”
Her shock was a massive ego boost. I laughed, taking in her expression. “I think my good girl can handle it.” I ran a hand through her messy hair.
She blew out a breath and mumbled, “Here goes nothing.”
Her hand wrapped around my base with a gentleness that alone almost undid me. She started by licking my shaft from base to tip and stopping at the head to suck on it. She swirled her tongue around my tip, tasting my precum, causing me to moan.
She looked me dead in the eyes and spat right on my cock. Fuck, that was filthy and so hot. She stroked me again before taking my cock halfway into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks. She bobbed her head up and down on my shaft, her eyes watering.
“Fucking hell, Wren—just like that,” I hissed through my teeth, eyes fluttering shut. My hands flew to her hair, and my hips jerked beneath her.
She moved with purpose, switching between sucking me down and licking the head, all while stroking the half of me she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
She was dragging me to the edge with nothing but her hands and her mouth and that sweet, wicked look in her eyes when she glanced up and asked, “Like that, daddy?”
“Yeah,” I breathed, voice ragged. “Just like that, baby. You’re perfect. God, I love that filthy mouth of yours.”
After I said that, Wren sucked me down to the base, gagging three times before pulling back slowly.
She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, eyes dark and hooded as she crawled back up my naked body and straddled me.
Her palms planted on my chest, and I could feel the warmth coming off of her pussy.
My hands gripped her hips. “Wait,” I managed, breathless. “Shouldn’t I grab a condom?”
She shook her head, leaning in close, her mouth inches away from my ear. “I have an IUD. And I was tested six months ago and haven’t been with anyone since,” she whispered.
“I was tested at my last physical around two months ago, and I haven’t done anything with anyone since then.”
She nodded. “I want to feel you, Reed.”
Something primal flickered in my chest, flaring hot and instant. I had gone bare only a couple of times since losing my virginity, but it was a rarity. Plus, I’d never come in a woman’s pussy before.
“Fuck, Wren.” My voice came out rough, like the words scratched my throat on the way out. “You’re gonna let me cu—”
She didn’t let me finish my question. Wren just slipped the tip between her wetness and put the head in. She moaned loudly and continued to sit on my dick. She sank onto me in one slow, aching slide. For her just voicing her concerns about being able to make me fit, she took me so fucking well.
My head fell back with a guttural sound I couldn’t contain. Her heat, her tightness—it stole the breath straight from my lungs.
“You feel—God, baby—so fuckin’ perfect,” I groaned, hands tightening on her hips like I was holding on for dear life. She was going to have bruises. I felt like I was gasping for air. “Taking me so well, Wren. You were made for this.”
She moved—slow at first—and my eyes locked on hers.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “Riding my thick cock. God, you’re such a good girl, baby. Ride me, baby, let me watch your tits bounce.”
Her breath hitched and her eyes widened. She nodded, barely. She adjusted her position, taking me deeper and riding me faster.
“Fuck Reed. I’m so full. You’re fucking huge.” She spoke in between moans.
I dragged my thumb across her lower lip. “You want me to fill you up, huh? Want all of me?”
She gave a soft sound—desperate and sweet—and moved even faster.
I needed more. I needed to pound her sweet cunt.
I gripped her hips again and met her thrust for thrust. The sound of skin slapping and echoing in the woods was absolutely obscene.
Her head was thrown back, and she was mumbling incoherent sentences. Fuck, she’s everything.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I groaned. “That’s my girl. I can feel how close you are, baby. Fucking take what you need. Come all over my cock. Make a mess of me, Wren.”
Everything blurred—her body, her breathy moans, the way she clenched around me with each thrust. My whole world tunneled down to this moment. Her. Me. The way we fit together like we’d been made for it.
“You’re taking me so well. So fucking deep,” I whispered, voice wrecked. “I could stay buried in you forever.”
Her hands slid up my chest, fingers splayed like she was trying to hold on to the moment, to me. Her eyes returned to mine, not looking away even as her hips rocked in that quick, deliberate rhythm that made my brain short-circuit.
“Reed…” she breathed, voice hoarse from all the loud moaning. “You feel so good. So deep. I can feel every part of you.”
Those words—God. They landed like lightning in my blood. I couldn’t stop the sound that tore out of me, raw and low. My hands gripped tighter, guiding her movements.
“You’re perfect,” I rasped. “So fucking perfect, baby.”
She stilled, leaned down, and brushed her lips on the corner of my mouth. “No one’s ever made me feel this full,” she whispered. “Like you were meant to be inside me. Like my body’s been waiting for this.”
I looked up at her, completely undone. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
She moved again, rolling her hips until I couldn’t breathe right. Until the only thing that existed was her warmth wrapped tight around me, her breath catching when I hit her G-spot.
“You’re ruining me,” I said, the words slipping out like a confession. “No one else, Wren. Just you. It’s always been you.”
She stopped moving her hips against mine. Her fingers threaded into my hair as she kissed me—hungry, sweet, a little shaky. Like she felt everything too.
She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. “Then don’t stop,” she said, voice trembling with truth. “I want all of it. All of you. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want you to know I’m yours.”
I held her face in both hands, pressing my forehead to hers.
“And I am yours,” I looked her in her eyes and continued. “You have all of me, Wren.”
And she moved—faster now, desperate and aching and close—and I met her there, heart wide open, letting her take me apart.
“Wren, I—fuck—I’m gonna come.”
Her pussy clenched tight around my cock as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
We came together. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body trembling around me as my own broke apart inside her.
My name left her lips like a breathless prayer, and I held her through every second of it, as if I let go, I’d lose something I’d never get back.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, clinging to each other, hearts racing, breaths tangled.
But eventually, her body softened against mine, chest still rising and falling as if trying to catch up.
I pulled my now soft penis out of her, neither of us caring about the mess of my cum spilling out of her.
And honestly, it was so fucking hot. My cock twitched at the thought of her filled so full of my cum.
I reached for the blanket we’d tossed onto the other side of the truck bed earlier and pulled it over us. The night air had a bite, but under the weight of her and the warmth between us, I didn’t feel it.
She was still straddling me, forehead pressed to my chest, her breath slow and steady now. I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed the top of her head.
“You okay, Little Birdie?” I murmured.
She nodded against me, mumbling something soft that I couldn’t quite catch. Then she shifted off me and curled up beside me, her bare legs tangling with mine under the blanket like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. She fit there—like she always had, even before either of us knew it.
“Sleep,” I whispered. “I’ve got you.”
Her fingers found my chest, resting right over my heart. A minute later, her breathing deepened, slow and peaceful. She’d dozed off, completely undone and safe in my arms.
I stared up at the stars overhead, my hand still running through her hair. My thoughts were loud even in the quiet—about how much she meant to me, about how strange life would have been if I never got to know what it felt like to love her like this.
Eventually, even those thoughts faded. The rhythm of her breath, the warmth of her skin, and the weight of the night grounded me. I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep beside her.
Home. That’s what this felt like.