Page 66 of Point of Contact

Reed chuckled, low and deep in her ear. "What would be the fun in that?"

She fisted the comforter, gripping tight as he thrust against her ass again. "It probably would've pissed you off. And you are really fun when you're pissed off."

"Am I?" He nipped at the shell of her ear. "Does that mean all those times you pissed me off you were just trying to get me to fuck you?"

Why was he still talking? Asking questions he knew damn well she was going to struggle to answer. "That sounds like me."

"It definitely does." He reached for the nightstand, stretching to get his hand on the pull before yanking the whole fucking thing out and letting it drop to the floor. "I’ll remember that the next time you're a pain in my ass." He snagged a condom from the pile of what probably used to be orderly paperwork and chargers. “I can’t imagine I’ll have to remember for long.”

Courtney twisted her head so she could glare at him. "Ass."

Reed’s mouth lifted in a smile. "Brat."

Her heart skipped a beat at how easy this was. How real. "Maybe. But I'm your brat."

Reed's eyes held hers. "Does that mean I'm your ass?"

She pushed her lower lip out as she considered. "It doesn't quite have the same ring, does it?" Her breath caught as he slid against her again. "I guess I'll have to think about it then. Decide whether or not I want you."

Reed's gaze narrowed. "Like hell, you will." The head of his cock pressed against her, lining into place before he buried the thick length to the hilt in one swift move that stole her breath and sent her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Oh." All the air rushed out of her lungs at the sensation of being filled to capacity. It had been a while since she'd done this, and the stretch was a little surprising.

But then Reed's hand was back on her pussy, skilled fingers working her clit as he started to move, fucking and fingering her relentlessly with a single-minded focus that had her head spinning almost immediately. They’d danced around this moment for so long, edged each other in just about every way possible, and it was almost a relief that it was over. That they'd finally reached this point and could now move forward.

Whatever that meant.

Reed leaned into her hair, his voice rough. "Talk to me, Princess. You're being too quiet."

She grunted as he stroked into her again, the pressure exactly what she wanted but almost too much at the same time. "I can't talk. I'm pretty sure my mouth is full from how deep you're going."

Reed paused, but didn't stop completely. His body shifted, the drive of his hips turning shallower. "Is this better?" He was barely teasing her now, offering nothing but the tip. "I thought you wanted to be pounded into the mattress."

She tried to push back against him, hoping to reclaim a little of what he'd stolen. But Reed's hand gripped her hips, pinning her in place. "Careful. You might hurt yourself."

She growled in frustration, aggravated by the tiny, barely penetrating movements he was offering. "You're an ass."

"We've established that. We've also established that I'm your ass, so it seems like you need to start talking so I know exactly how you prefer to be fucked."

Courtney tried to push back against him again. And again, Reed held her in place.

"You said you didn't want all of me. I don't want to give you more than you want." He nipped at her shoulder before sucking hard at her skin. The pinch of pressure was enough there would be a mark later, and knowing there would be proof of this moment had her pushing back again. Seeking all he had to offer.

Suddenly Reed's palm connected with her ass. It wasn't overly hard, but the jolt was surprising and made her yelp. "I know we've got a dynamic that works for us, but that dynamic won't be as useful when we’re fucking.” His hand soothed across the spot he’d just slapped. “You might be joking, but I'm not taking that risk. Understood?”

She managed a nod as her pussy clenched around the hard length of him, trying to hold onto as much of him as possible. "Understood.”

Reed's palm slid up to press into the small of her back. "So let's try this again." He carefully pulled out before slowly rocking back in, finally giving her all he had. "Tell me how you want to be fucked."

Her eyes slid closed at the thorough way he was moving into her. “Often.”

Reed made a deep sound of approval. “That’s a good start.” His palm slid up her spine, pressing down when it came to rest between her shoulder blades. “What else?”

What she wanted was easier to confess than she expected. "I wouldn't be mad if someday you wanted to hold me down while you fucked me." She swallowed hard before adding on the rest. "Like you want to be sure I won't get away."

It sounded kind of fucked up, and in the wrong situation probably would be. But the thought of a man, of Reed, needing her so badly he held onto her like his life depended on it, sent a flood of heat pooling in her insides and her pussy clamping tight.

Reed groaned as she clenched around him, the palm at her back pressing hard, pinning her to the mattress. "What else?"

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