Page 91 of Static

I sucked him harder, hollowing out my cheeks and pumping his cock faster. I wanted him to come in my mouth. To dream about the next time I'd do this to him.

"Fuck!" he grunted and his hands fisted in my hair, slowing down my rhythm on his now sensitive cock.

Warm, salty fluid flooded my mouth and I swallowed it down as best I could. My stomach was flipping and flopping with nerves.

"Come here, Sugar."

I didn't need him to tell me twice. He'd already had a hand under my arm and was hauling me up his body. Our mouths crashed together and he held me in his arms, stroking my hair. "Thank you," he murmured.

"For what?" I asked with a laugh.

"That was fucking incredible."

I hummed, happy and content even though I hadn't gotten off.

He tugged on my hair, forcing my eyes to meet his. "Don't you dare even think about falling asleep."

"Why not?"

"Because it's your turn."

My eyes widened when he shot me a wicked grin. The muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched and flexed as he shoved himself lower, down my body. Then his tongue was licking my core. "I could eat your sweet pussy for days," he murmured.

The vibrations of his voice made me gasp.

"Love the way you taste, Gwen." He reached up and squeezed one of my nipples with his fingers while he sucked my clit into his mouth.

I groaned, my back arching into the overwhelming sensations he was creating inside me.

"You like that, Sugar? Want me to suck that pretty little clit?"

I couldn't form the words to respond, but that didn't stop him. His mouth was on me again, tongue, teeth, and lips driving me insane. Pleasure was flooding my system, building inside me. I'd never experienced this type of intense passion. Not until him.

He lifted one of my legs and draped it over his shoulder. His finger sank into my pussy. "You're so fucking tight," he growled. "I'm going to spend the rest of our lives fucking you. Filling you up with my cock until you're screaming my name."

"Yes," I whimpered. "Reed, please."

He chuckled and went back to sucking and teasing. Two fingers sunk into my pussy and I bucked and writhed.

"So fucking responsive," he growled. "You want me to fill that pretty pussy up?"

"Yes!" I scratched at his back with my nails.

He groaned and withdrew his fingers only to notch his cock at my entrance.

"Make me yours," I begged, my voice a whimper.

He grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You've always been mine. Always will be."

With that, he slammed into me. One hard thrust buried him inside. He held still for a few beats, and I realized he was holding himself back. That wasn't what I wanted. I clawed at him again. "Don't."

He frowned down at me. "Don't what?"

"I don't want you to hold back. Give me everything."

"Gwen-"

"Do it, Reed. Take me. Please. I'm not going to break. I want to feel you."

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