Page 78 of Catching Feeling

“Promises, promises, All-Star.”

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The Second First time… Come again?

We barely make it through the front door before Reese is lifting me off my feet, my legs wrapping around his waist as his mouth slams against mine frantically, his fingers threading through the hair at my nape.

On the ride home, he touched me everywhere with steady purpose. Dragging his fingers up my thigh, stroking my jaw, whispering all the dirty things he planned to do to me when he got us home, how beautiful I looked tonight, and how he can’t believe that he gets to touch me. He drove me to desperation with the small touches and promising words.

I was panting when he helped me from the limo. Even his hand brushing against the small of my back as we walked was enough to make my clit throb. My head feels dizzy with a lust-filled haze. He’s surrounding me, infiltrating every part of me, and I don’t want to walk away. I don’t want to stop this feeling.

We bump into the edge of the couch and almost end up on top of it, but he catches us at the last minute with his strong arm behind my back, his lips never leaving mine.

His tongue thrashes with mine, stroking, exploring, claiming, and I’m writhing in his arms by the time we make it to his bedroom.

He tosses me onto his bed and yanks at the bow tie around his neck, unfastening it and letting it hang open, all while his gaze stays zeroed in on me.

God, he looks fucking unhinged. Wild, heated eyes that travel down my body and make me feel strung up with electricity.

I’m so wet that I’m probably making a mess on his bed and ruining this beautiful dress.

“You make me fucking crazy, Vivienne. I’m worried I’ll be too rough…” he grunts, low and raspy, fingering the buttons of his shirt, and I feel it in my core.

“I want rough. All of it. All of you, Reese,” I promise, reaching up and pulling at the buckle of his belt, his pupils darkening when I flick the button of his slacks open and slowly drag the zipper down.

He works the buttons of his shirt free until the white fabric hangs open, revealing his broad chest and sculpted abdomen. He’s staring down at me with so much intensity that it feels tangible, draping over every surface of the room, making the air between us thick with tension. His pants are open, the bulge of his cock straining against the thin fabric of his briefs.

I stare up at him while dragging my fingers down his erection, palming him through his briefs, his cock twitching in my hand from the motion.

He reaches down and drags his thumb along my bottom lip before pushing it inside my mouth and groaning when I suck the digit deeper and swirl my tongue around it.

“Are you going to suck my cock like the good girl I know you are, Vivienne?”

I nod around his finger and rake my teeth over the pad, causing him to hiss. Only then do I slip my hand into the waistband of his briefs and wrap my hand around his length, pumping him once, and then again.

Circling the head with my thumb, I feel the slit leaking with cum, and I can’t wait another second to taste him, so I pull off his finger and lean forward, closing my lips around the tip of his cock, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.

My hands grip the base of him as I take him deeper into my mouth until he jerks against the back of my throat.

“Fuuuuck,” he chokes out raggedly, his fingers flying to my head, threading through the strands. “My girl loves to suck my cock, doesn’t she?”

I answer by sucking him deeper and holding until I’m gagging around him.

He loves it when it’s messy, and I’ve learned that I love pleasing him. I’ve never wanted to hear anyone’s praise more than I do his.

I pull off his length, rubbing the saliva that trails from his head along my lips, holding his gaze.

When I drag my tongue along the thick vein down his cock, he whimpers. It’s the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard coming from the back of his throat as he tightens his fingers in my hair and his head drops back, exposing the thick column of his throat.

My mouth closes around the head of him, and he guides me up and down his length, torturously slow, setting a languid rhythm. I watch as his chest heaves and his breathing becomes erratic, hitching when I deep-throat him again.

I’ve never felt so powerful in my life, watching this gorgeous, fierce man losing control because of me.

It’s both filthy and beautiful at once.

Heat pools in my belly, so I reach beneath the slit of my dress and slip my fingers into my panties, pressing my fingers against my swollen clit. I’m throbbing unbearably. Desperate to dull the ache. Desperate for release.

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