Page 108 of Wicked Fantasies

She wanted to laugh at his words, but she knew he wasn’t joking. She was surprised he’d admit such a thing in front of his cousin. From the corner of her eye, she saw Carter move closer to the table. A rush of emotions inundated her—excitement, pleasure, anticipation, desire. She looked at Reed and realized which emotion was missing. Fear. She wasn’t afraid. He was with her and she knew he’d make this special, make this perfect.

Through with waiting, he gripped her knees, pulled them apart. “Remember you asked for this, Frankie. I would have given you softness, would have made love to you, but?—”

“I don’t want that,” she said quickly, panic in her voice as she cut him off.

“So you keep saying. So be it.” With his words, he plunged three fingers into her dripping pussy as she cried out. He fucked her with his fingers, his thrusts relentless, powerful. He triggered her climax in less than two minutes, and she screamed as her inner muscles clenched against his retreating fingers.

“So sensual, responsive.” She was startled when she heard Carter’s voice. She’d almost forgotten his presence. Reed had a talent for distracting her from everything except him.

“Beautiful,” Reed whispered. She wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or to the man watching them just a few feet away.

“We’re not finished yet, Frankie.” Reed bent forward and sucked one of her tight nipples into his mouth. She reared up and gasped. He nipped at her flesh, and she cried out as the slight pain sent a lightning flash of pleasure to her pussy.

“God,” she groaned.

Reed lifted his head. His face was inches from hers, and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. “Look at him. Show him how lucky I am. Let him see how sexy, how fucking incredible you are.”

She panted, wondering when the air in the room had gotten so thick, so humid. She was on fire. Reed’s eyes betrayed him, told her how much this fantasy meant to him.

She’d never considered exhibitionism to be a personal fantasy, but his excitement was driving hers. Taking her to a place she’d never expected to go.

“Look at him,” he whispered. She turned her head.

Carter was even closer to the table now. She wasn’t sure when he’d moved. She’d been too enraptured, too captured by Reed to remember his presence.

Carter’s hand drifted down to his pants. She could see his erection through the thin material. She licked her lips as he ran his hand up and down the turgid flesh, seeking stimulation.

“He wants you,” Reed whispered. “Every man wants you. You’re beautiful, sensual, gorgeous.” His lips took her breast again and she moaned. His rough sucking sent shards of arousal to every part of her body. She fought the urge to scream. It was too much.

Reed lifted his head and leaned closer to her face. Her gaze was locked on Carter’s face, though her mind and body and soul and heart weren’t seeing anything but Reed.

His tongue darted along her earlobe. One moist, light kiss and he whispered two words. “You’re mine.”

He rose then and grabbed her feet, pulling her closer to the edge. His quick motion caught her unaware, and she broke eye contact with Carter, her eyes flying to Reed’s determined, hungry face.

Before she could respond, he was deep inside her body, taking her with the rough edge she was coming to love.

“Yes,” she cried.

He moved faster, harder, and her back arched as her second orgasm hit her like a freight train. Over and over, he pounded inside her aching flesh, filling every lonely, empty space with bright, white sunshine.

She reached up to grip his shoulders, needing to feel his strength, his power. She felt like she was on the verge of exploding, disappearing forever in the abyss as he thrust roughly, going deeper. The finesse she’d grown accustomed to in his lovemaking was gone. This was a claiming, pure and simple. She tightened her arms around his neck, pulled him closer and kissed him. Their lips devoured each other, neither of them breaking for air for minutes, hours, years.

His lips released hers. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his words sure, powerful, true. They sent her over the cliff again. He came with her, and it wasn’t until she felt each pulsating spurt of hot come branding her that she realized they’d forgotten the condom. He was truly filling her.

He must have had the same thought at the same time. He fell forward, covering her, whispering in her ear. “Shit, Frankie. I’m so sorry.”

She turned to kiss his cheek, hating the guilt in his tone. “I’m protected and clean.”

He rested his forehead on her shoulder. “So am I, but that’s not the point. I shouldn’t have?—”

She lifted her hand to his face, turned it until he was looking at her. “That is the point. It’s fine.”

Carter cleared his throat behind them. Once again, she’d forgotten their audience, failed to see anything except Reed. She realized they could be lost in a crowd of thousands, and he’d still be the only person she could see.

Suddenly, her demand for a threesome seemed petty and wrong. She’d only asked for it in an attempt to hold Reed at bay. She’d thought asking for a ménage with another man would drive him away. She should have known better.

Her emotions crashed down on her. “Reed. I can’t?—”

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