Page 90 of Forget Me Not

“You can take it,” he rasps, bottoming out, balls-deep inside me.

“Ahh. . .” I cry out and he slips back, before sliding back in, over and over until the strokes of his cock inside me start to grow longer, take me deeper. “Holy shit, Reid.”

“Does it hurt, baby?” he asks, a bead of sweat gathered above his brow.

“Yes,” I breathe, though the mix of pleasure and pain from having him so deep after four years of abstinence is everything I’ve been craving. “I want more.”

He gradually picks up speed, taking my hands in his and locking them above my head to really stretch me out. Something sinister lurks in the corners of my mind, something that likes being dominated by this man and relishes in the shudder that rolls through him when I lock my ankles behind his back.

“Can you take it harder?” he asks, his eyes zeroed in on mine from above me.

“Yes . . . please . . . harder.”

“Fuck,” he curses, rolling his hips against me. It brushes my clit, the friction making me wetter and allowing him to slip further inside. “Such a fucking good girl, little bird.”

Something about his praising me turns me from deeply aroused to full-on feral. As if he created the heavens, seas, and everything in between.

I want to please him.

I also want him to call me a good girl again.

Reid captures my lips with his and I can taste myself on his tongue. “You like my cock fucking you, Nova?” He enunciates the words with each thrust of his hips until the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the room.

“Yes,” I breathe, the heat in my core building until I think I might explode.

I can feel my walls quivering around him already, and I buck against him, fucking him back. He kisses a line from my mouth, down to the column of my throat where he sucks on the spot below my ear that he’s the only one who seems to be able to find. Finally, he moves lower, bending himself to take my nipple between his lips and heat explodes through me as the rush of another orgasm catches me off guard.

“Fuck,” I gasp, clutching his hands that hold mine until I’m sure I break skin. “Reid.”

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, stroking me deeper. Longer. “Come on my cock, Nova.”

He draws out my orgasm until I can’t form a coherent thought and then he’s lifting me into his arms.

“Whoa,” I gasp, but it’s quickly cut off when he uses the angle to take me in a new, deeper way.

“Hold onto me.”

I thought we were already fucking rough and hard, but Reid quickly proves me wrong by moving me over his cock so fast I can barely keep up. His hand grips my ass while his other presses into the mattress for balance. I cling to him, my legs wrapped around his hips and my arms around his neck, all forms of unintelligible speech flying from my mouth.

“Fuck, Nova,” he curses, laying my shoulders on the bed, while keeping my hips suspended around his. “I’m so close. Touch yourself, little bird. Come with me.”

I do just as he says, sliding my hand between us to rub my clit while he fucks me hard and fast.

“Just like that, Nova,” he grits. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

“Reid, please,” I groan, right there on the edge of losing myself in him for the fourth time. “I’m so close.”

“Come, Nova. Come for me.”

So, I do. This orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s so strong my ears ring, my vision goes blurry, and I worry I might black out. Reid roars as he comes, his voice breaking through my senses and drawing out my own orgasm.

“Fuck,” he shudders, his breathing ragged and his heartbeat racing against mine. Or maybe it’s my own.

He falls to the bed beside me, running a hand over his face. I allow myself to catch my breath, staring up at the ceiling and running through everything that just happened in my head.

So that’s it, then? That’s romance. In hindsight, I don’t know what I expected after sex, but the silence from Reid sets an iciness in my chest that wasn’t there before.

Carefully, I stand from the bed, but his hand snatches mine, before I can step away.

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