Page 115 of Forget Me Not

I want to complain, but his hand on my ass, delivering a sweet, dangerous heat shuts me up with a moan. Reid grunts his approval, his fingers never slowing down to match my own pace.

Abruptly, he pauses, and I hear the rustling of his zipper being lowered. My body tightens with need when he rubs the head of his cock through my wet folds, hissing at the contact. Seconds later, I don’t have time to react before he slides into me in one full thrust, taking me and claiming me, just like I need him to.

“Fuck,” he shudders, his hand connecting with my ass again. This time, the pain is stronger, my skin angry, but my body says something else entirely.

I gasp, my hips shaking with the strain of taking his size all at once. I force myself to let go, force myself not to worry about the sounds I’m making or if I’m being sexy enough. I just . . . feel him.

I want this. I want it more than words can say and something about letting Reid, the mysterious, lonely fisherman be the one do it for me is enough to have me tightening around him.

“Your pussy takes my cock so fucking well, little bird,” Reid hums, his hips bumping into my ass. “Like it was fucking made for me.”

“Reid, please,” I beg, gripping the comforter below me until I’m sure it will rip. “Please move.”

Instead of reprimanding me, Reid obliges, this time, pulling back enough to lessen the pressure building in my core.

I decide in that moment, when his hand connects with my rear again, that I love this dominating side of Reid. The way he makes me feel—cherished, desired—and how he makes me feel like I can let go and truly abandon my need for constant control of my life.

I can be reckless. I can fall because I know he’ll catch me.

When the next sting lands on my ass, I welcome it. “Yes,” I groan through my teeth, tears welling in my eyes from the onslaught of pleasure rushing through me. If Reid so much as touched my clit right now, I would come.

I can feel the pent-up tension in his hips behind me when they meet my ass, the flesh slick with perspiration and irritating my skin where his hand has been. He’s holding me just on the tipping point, not allowing me to come, but not slowing down, either.

“Feel me filling you, Nova?” He uses his hand on my hip to slam me back on his length “Feel how fucking tight you are? Taking my cock so greedily.”

“Fuck, Reid . . .” He uses his hands on my hips to slam me back onto his length, but I go willingly, thrusting my ass back into him with a dizzying need. “Harder,” I pant, my body scooting up the bed with each of his thrusts. “I’m so full.”

He chuckles, his hand connecting with my ass again and I can feel the welt rising in the soft flesh. Abruptly, he tugs me back to him, arms circling my waist, and pushes me forward until he’s the only thing holding me up. He’s kneeling behind me, his cock still sliding in and out of me as his hand slides over the planes of my stomach and his fingers tease the area around my clit. My fingers dig into his arms, my legs shaking as he crushes me back against his front.

His breath fans over my neck, making me shiver from the rush of adrenaline coursing through me. I’ve never felt so dominated, yet so powerful at the same time. The fact that I can make Reid, this man made of steel, shiver as he enters me, lose his control as he fucks me with barely reined in abandon—that’s true power.

“Who’s in charge, Nova?” he asks, his teeth bared at my ear while his fingers finally find my clit, working it in circles to match the pace of his cock entering me.

“You,” I stammer, my voice shaky and light.

Just a little harder and I’ll come. I can feel the first strings of my orgasm just past my reach.

“No,” he rasps, nipping at my ear lobe. “You, little bird. You have the control. All you had to do was tell me you wanted me, and I would have been at your feet, worshipping you.”

“You stopped it every time . . .” I pant, my voice barely recognizable.

He chuckles darkly, bending over my back and pressing his lips to my ear. “I’m always ready for you, little bird. You just weren’t ready for me.”

His words settle in my core and my body tightens to a breaking point. “Reid. Please, I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Nova.”

He adds just a hair more pressure with his thumb and I lose it, my orgasm ripping me to shreds until I can’t breathe and I’m clinging to him desperately for something to ground myself.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, flipping me onto my back and slipping his cock out while my orgasm is still raging inside me. I cry out from the loss of him, but it’s quickly strangled out by a sob when his tongue meets my clit, prolonging the pleasure until I’m sure I’m losing my mind.

Reid works at my body, a hungry groan leaving his mouth and vibrating through my core.

“Reid,” I gasp when he doesn’t slow down after my orgasm leaves me. “I’m so sensitive.”

My fingers wind in his hair, tugging on the strands to pull him up, but he fixes me with a dark stare. A warning.

Safe word.

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