Page 80 of Catching Feeling

I can’t even get over how hot he is, no matter how many times I’ve seen him like this.

His body is truly a work of art. Broad, chiseled shoulders with a dust of dark hair covering his chest. Row after row of sculpted abs with a thin line of hair trailing down to a thick cock and heavy balls.

Who knew balls could even be sexy?

Without a word, he stalks forward, grabbing my jaw with his hand and slamming his mouth back on mine roughly. I whimper against his lips, my hands sliding around his shoulders as he carefully lowers me to the mattress and tears his lips from mine to kiss down my neck to my chest.

His lips ghost across my collarbone, then down to the valley between my breasts, moving to my nipple. He uses his tongue, circling the taut peak before pulling it into his mouth and rolling it roughly between his teeth. The sound of his sucking and his teeth hitting the metal of my piercing sends a shiver down my spine and a new flood of arousal to my pussy.

Reese is absolutely a tit guy, and he seems to love my piercings. Every time we hook up, he gives them his undivided attention until I’m squirming beneath him.

He sucks, bites, and nibbles at my breasts, scattering marks across them before he kisses down my stomach, lower and lower, but still not where I’m aching with need.

“Please fuck me,” I plead.

I’m a foreplay girl like any other, but I feel empty, and I want him to stuff me full of him.

His deep, dark eyes meet mine as he gazes up my body. “I love hearing you beg, baby.”

I’m so wet I feel it coating my thighs.

I try to press them together to give myself friction, anything to ease this ache, but his fingers slide along my thighs, keeping them open. I know how much he loves to eat me, and as much as I love it too, I’m too delirious with desire to wait for him to be inside me.

“Such a needy girl. Desperate for my cock,” he murmurs against my skin.

Another kiss along the skin above my panties before he reaches up and tears them off my body in one swift, rough pull.

My breath hitches, and he smirks wolfishly.

He fits his hips between my thighs, hovering over me until my nipples brush against his chest, and his lips are a whisper above mine.

I can feel him heavy and hot against my pussy, and when he rocks his hips, hitting my clit with his velvety cock, my eyes drop shut.

“So good,” I breathe. “More. Please.”

Answering my plea, he fists his cock and drags it through my pussy, coating himself with my wetness as he nudges my clit with his broad head again.

It feels so good my toes are curling in my heels. I wrap my legs around his back as he continues rocking his hips until I’m squirming.

I’m losing my mind.

Pulling back, he drags his gaze down to where he’s lining up with my pussy, pressing against my entrance, and slipping inside an inch, causing us to both groan in unison.

“Fuck,” he says, stiffening. “Condom.”

I shake my head, hooking my legs together around his back. “No, I want all of you. I’m clean. I… haven’t been with anyone. Since…” I trail off, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

I haven’t had sex with anyone since the night we spent together.

“Neither have I,” he counters, and my jaw falls open. I can’t hide the shock in my expression at hearing that. I thought… I mean, I never expected anything from him, but… wow. “I didn’t want anyone but you, Vivienne. Not then and not now. It’s only been you.”

I’m overwhelmed with how good it feels to hear that, even if it’s something I never thought I’d want from him. And something he definitely doesn’t owe me.

“I’m still on birth control,” I whisper, leaning up to sweep my tongue along his bottom lip, giving him any permission he’s seeking.

Without another word, he presses his hips forward, slowly sinking inside of me inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt and my clit is brushing against the soft mat of hair at his pelvis, as deep as he can go.

I’ve forgotten just how big his cock feels inside of me, and he reads my pained expression.

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