Page 81 of Catching Feeling

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He pauses, giving me a second to adjust, dipping his head to suck my nipple into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue over the pebbled peak.

Quickly, the small bite of pain turns into pleasure, and I feel my body relaxing.

“You okay, baby?” he asks softly, so sweetly that I feel like my heart could burst. Not only does he make me come like no one ever has, but he’s attentive. Deliberate. Affectionate.

While sometimes he’s unhinged and slightly feral, the other times when it calls for it, he’s soft and sweet.

I nod. “I just want you to move.”

I need him to move. I need to feel him hitting that spot again.

His hips rock tentatively hitting that spot inside of me that has my eyes rolling back and pleasure surging through me in a torrent. Once I'm raising my hips to meet his, he withdraws until his cock is only barely inside, then thrusts hard, his hips slapping against my thighs, hard, deep strokes that I swear I can feel in my lower stomach.

So deep that he’s bottoming out, the head of his cock hitting my inner walls, and when he does, he slowly rolls his hips. The muscles of his abdomen flexing with each swivel.

When he does it twice in a row, I swear to god, I see stars, little black bursts dancing behind my vision. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked this way. Not even that first night we were together.

So purposeful, like he’s trying to leave a mark on not just my body but my soul.

“Fuck, god… Reese.” I writhe beneath him, my back arching from the sheets as he pounds into me, fucking me so hard that I inch up on the bed.

Finding a rhythm, he places my foot on his shoulder and flexes his hips even deeper, nearly bending me in half.

He’s so powerful. The muscles in his biceps ripple as they hold his weight, and he pounds into me like a man possessed.

I reach between us and circle my clit when my orgasm begins to swell inside of me, ready to burst.

Ready to catapult me into another universe.

Reese rises on his knees, slowing his pace as his gaze drops down to where his cock is slowly sliding into me, and a wild look flares behind his eyes.

I dip my fingers lower so they sit around his cock while he thrusts, feeling him sliding inside of me.

“I love watching your pretty pink cunt stretching around my cock. You’re taking me so well,” he rasps, his eyes locked on us. “Fuck, my cock is covered in you, baby.”

I lift my fingers, which shine in the light, and he captures my hand, sucking them into his mouth as he surges forward, nearly folding me in half at the waist. His pace increases, fucking me harder, faster, deeper.

I clench around him, and he groans raggedly. “You want me to come in this pussy?”

Fuck, why is that so hot?

The thought of him filling me up with his cum is obscene and dirty but so fucking hot.

Raking my teeth over my bottom lip, I nod, and he curses.

He stops mid-thrust, pulling out of me entirely, then rolls us until his back hits the bed, and he’s beneath me, his slick cock pressed against my soaked center. “Ride me. Make yourself come on my cock.”

Lifting onto my knees, I line him up with my entrance and sink down until we’re flush, my palms flat along his chest as I lift myself and then drop down roughly, earning me a groan of approval.

“Good girl. Just like that. Play with your nipples, tug on them,” he demands as he brings his thumb to my clit and begins rubbing uneven circles.

My fingers find my nipples, doing just as he says, tugging and pulling roughly on the barbell through the center while I rotate my hips, fucking myself on his thick cock.

“I’m…” I pant, lifting and slamming down on him, bouncing, chasing the orgasm that’s just a breath away. “I’m coming. Oh god… Oh…”

The combination of his cock and his strokes on my clit has me shuddering, trembling as I try to remain upright. My spine bows, and I moan his name over and over as arousal spirals inside of me, tightening my limbs, pulling my muscles taut.

It’s a full-body experience, and I’m completely lost in it.

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