Page 26 of Reining Her In

“So deep,” I mumble as my eyes fall back.

His hips move faster, his breathing ragged above me and his hands drop to my cheeks.

I open my eyes because watching him is more than beautiful. It’s a connection I’ve never felt before. The grimace on his face is like nothing I’ve ever seen, almost like he’s in the most exquisite pain and giving himself to me is what he’s waited for his whole life.

“I want your cum.” When the words leave my lips I’m shocked, but then he sends my body to the edge of another climax.

Reed freezes, thrusting forward until I gulp a painful breath, my opening stretched and tearing again as he feels like he’s thickening beyond what I’ve taken already.

“It’s already yours, my sweet girl.”

I grab my knees, stretching myself apart, because I want all of him inside me. I want him to consume me with his cock. For an innocent, inexperienced girl like me, I don’t know where these thoughts and feelings are coming from, but I only know with him it feels as natural as riding a horse.

Except he’s riding me, and it’s perfect.

“That’s all of me, babe.” He steadies, then stops. Holding himself inside me as his entire body trembles.

His voice is shaking.

My heart is in my throat. I want this feeling to last forever.

“I’m not moving until you say you’re okay. You’re so fucking tight on me, you need to tell me you’re all right, Beauty, please.” His voice goes from a tremble to a desperate plea.

When I can focus on his face again, I see terror there. The tendons in his shoulders quiver, each one standing out like a soldier next to the ones around and beside them.

I gasp and focus on speaking. “I’m okay. I want all of you.”

I’m nearly hyperventilating.

It hurts, but in a way that is so good I don’t want it to end. And the way he looks so concerned, even when I can tell the pleasure is nearly taking him over.

“I’m so close already. You’re snapped around me like a cock ring, babe. It’s so beautiful, the way you grab onto me from the inside like that. So hot, like you won’t ever let go.”

“Fuck me, Reed. Please. Make me cum.”

Reed’s cock takes me hard. He pumps fast, until I know no other words than the pleading of his name. He seems to find that acceptable because we cum together in a heaving, screaming burst, clutching at each other for dear life.

When we catch our breath, he lays next to me and kisses every part of my body, turning me over and lifting my arms and legs, kissing me until I’m giggling with pleasure, his lips leaving no spot untouched.

When he walks to the bathroom, I throw my arm over my eyes. I’m panting, and my body shakes from the inside as well as the outside. The sight of him naked in any form has a delirious effect on me.

I’m melting into the soft bedding, a gush of another round of our combined fluids trickling out of me, and a moment of doubt washes over me thinking of the consequences of what I’ve done. The things I’ve said. The lust haze is lifting and a moment of harsh reality seeps into my wonderland.

I want your cum?

But it was the truth, and it still is, I just can’t believe this is me.

I hear the water in the adjoining bath as he soaks a cloth. Just as my breathing evens out, the tips of my fingers in my right hand start to twitch and shake. Then it’s my hand.

No, no, no, please no. Not now.

I’m praying for it to stop.

Another moment and the twitching and shaking only increases, and it’s my whole arm now. The tension is building and I’m trying to hold it back.

God, no.

I didn’t tell anyone, I thought it would go away. Just a side effect of the fall and the stress.

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