Page 17 of Reed

Now,I’mhaving difficulty breathing, and that ache is back. “Really?” I lower the gun, and Reed moves with determination and speed. I’m pulled from the mattress and slammed against his hard chest. My arms circle his neck, and Reed lifts me easily. I wrap my legs around his stomach. His hands are keeping me close to him by my ass.

Reed backs out of the bedroom and walks to the living room to deposit me on the couch before leaving. I glance at the front door and notice that the chair is still there, and the lock is still engaged. How did he get in? A warm breeze blows through the window a second later, catching my attention. He came through the fucking window. I thought they were all painted shut. I listen to Reed’s footsteps as he heads back this way.

“While the sight of you holding a gun kind of turns me on, I would feel better if you placed it on the table,” he says. I do as he asks and place the pistol on the small coffee table. He walks over and steps in between my spread legs.

It’s dark, with only the moonlight coming through the window behind him. So I can’t see anything until he leans over and turns on the lamp beside me. I kind of wish he had left it off because now I can see the anger in his eyes. Eyes that have turned ice blue and are pinned on me. Reed lowers his big self between me and the table, which moves backward. “I should put you over my knee and turn your ass a nice shade of red for leaving like that,” he growls, sinking his hands into my hair and pulling the hair band out. My hair cascades down over my shoulders.

“We couldn’t stay,” I say. My heart is pounding, but a fire erupts in my lower stomach at his closeness.

“The fuck you couldn’t. You chose not to.” His grip tightens, pulling my head back and elongating my neck. He leans forwardand runs his tongue up the outside of it, ending at my ear. “Tell me why,” Reed demands.

My hands go to his shoulders to pull him closer to me. My breath catches in my throat and my panties dampen with need for him. “The boys were wanting their toys. They needed to eat and sleep. And…” I whisper with quivering breaths.

“And what?”

I swallow, not sure if I can bear my soul to this man right now. “Nothing,” I say, praying he will let it go.

“Tell me,” Reed says, his tone stern.

“I was afraid you won’t want me when you know—”

“Nothing you could tell me would make me want you any less. I don’t fucking care about your past or anything else you think is important. As for the boys, they could have done all that at my house. Where you are safe. Not here in this death trap of an apartment,” Reed growls, biting my ear. A small moan escapes my lips. He starts kissing down my jaw and up to the other ear. “Was I not clear enough back at the house about where I want you?”

“You were Reed. You were.” The way he alternates between kissing my neck and biting it is making me ache for him. Ache in a way that I have never ached before. I try to shut my thighs but forget that he is between them. My clit pulses as if to remind me how desperate I am for this man to ravish me.

I feel his smile on my neck. “Is my Little One getting turned on right now?” He pulls back to look at my face, which allows me to make my move. I sink my hands into his hair. I pull him closer while I pull my head up, pulling out my own hair in the process, but I don’t feel the pain. I need his lips on mine, and I’m going to get it no matter what.

Reed sees what I’m trying to do and makes it easy for me to move his head. His lips slam into mine, pushing my head back against the back of the couch. I waste no time opening up forhim. In a split second, I’m pulled off the couch and find myself sitting on his lap with him in the spot I was previously in. His hard dick is pressed into my aching core, and my hips move against it, searching out the friction I’m in desperate need of.

“Fuck,” I say into Reed’s mouth as I rub myself over his bulge. I need more.

“What do you need, Little One?” Reed growls, removing his lips from mine.

I miss the contact and yank at his hair. “More… everything… fuck. You,” I say, grinding on him as hard as possible. His hands leave my hair. They move down my sides, and I feel like I’m on fire everywhere he touches. He doesn’t stop until his hands are under my shirt, gripping the sides of my boy short-style panties.

“Tell me to stop, Ali. Or I’m about to rip these panties off of you and fuck you until you can feel me for days,” Reed says, his fingers digging into my hips.

I throw my head back and moan. His words turned makes the fire inside me rage and I feel myself growing wetter. I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t touch me. “Do it.”

Reed doesn’t waste a second, gripping my underwear and pulling with all his strength. The sound of the material ripping is quiet compared to our breathing. “Lean up,” he demands, and I listen. The torn material falls away from my body. The sound of Reed’s zipper being lowered causes goosebumps to erupt all over my body. I lower my gaze to him and, for the first time, see the lust that has taken over him. His eyes are hooded, and his pupils are black as night with a small ring of blue around them. “I’m clean,” he says.

“Me too.” Without another word being spoken, I lower myself down on him. He is so much bigger than the only other dick that has ever been inside of me. So, while I want to sink down, taking him in one slide of my hips, I have to take my time. The stretch stings, but I welcome it because I need this man right now.

“Fuck, Little One. You’re so damn tight, and I’m not even fully inside you yet,” Reed moans.

“Shit, you are going to wreck me,” I say. I feel myself dripping down on him. Breathing through my nose, I take the last bit of him. Finally, my ass is pressed against his legs, and I feel so fucking full.

Reed lays his forehead against mine. “You fucking know I am baby.” He starts to kiss me, and it’s not the desperate kisses we have shared. This one is slow and full of promises. It’s too much for my little brain. I need this to be rough, fast, and hard.

“Please, Reed, fuck me,” I beg. He growls against my lips and starts lifting me up off him, only to slam me back down at the same time that he thrusts up hard into me. I try to control the scream that rips through me, but I can’t.

“Although I love the sound of you screaming. If you keep it up, we will have to cut this short, Little One.”

Reed reminds me that we aren’t alone. Although he doesn’t stop pounding into me. I bite my lip to try to keep quiet. His hands are gripping me so hard I’m going to be bruised. My ass burns from the impact of his thighs hitting them so hard. He is so deep in me that I swear I feel him in my stomach, even though I know that’s not possible. “Fuck Ali. You’re going to kill me. The way your pussy is squeezing me is addictive.”

A scream is building inside me with each hard thrust, and that fire he started is consuming me. I won’t be able to hold it in, so I lean down and sink my teeth against Reed’s shoulder. My muscles tighten, and then I let go. Allowing the fire to burn me up. “Fuck,” I scream against his skin and bite. My pussy tightens around Reed’s dick, but it doesn’t stop him from slamming into me.

“Shit,” Reed groans a second later as I feel him expand before his release is coating the inside of me. I slump against him, and he starts to rub my back. I can feel his heart pounding in hischest and its fast beat matches mine. I pull my teeth away and notice a wet spot on his shirt. I hope I marked him because I sure as shit feel marked by him. Both of our chests are heaving. The more he rubs my back, the harder it is for me to stay awake.

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