Page 10 of Just One Night
“Take it,” he grunts. “Come on my cock.” I moan as my back arches. His hand tightens more, until it’s hard to breathe. “Fuck, this pussy is good.” I scream with my release, and he fucks me through it. Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me empty.
“What—” He climbs over me, straddling me. He roughly pushes my tits together and pushes his cock between them, groaning.
“Fuck,” he breathes. He moves his hips faster, the tip of his dick hitting my chin. “Open your mouth.” I shake my head, pinching my lips tightly shut. He grips my tits with one hand and roughly grabs my jaw with the other. “Open.” I shake my head again and he smirks.
He brings his hand down on my cheek, slapping my face. I blink up at him, shocked. Fuck if it doesn’t make me wetter.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he sneers. I shake my head again and he laughs humorlessly, slapping my face again, harder. I moan and he pauses. “You like that? Being hit?” I nod.
“Do it again,” I breathe. He stares down at me for a moment before he slaps me again. “Fuck,” I moan, “fuck my tits while you hit me.”
“Shit,” he says under his breath. He thrusts his hips faster as he drops his other hand back to my breasts, squeezing themharder together. “Didn’t think you’d be into that. Open your mouth, baby. I want to come on your tongue again.” I open my mouth for him.
Each time he thrusts, the head of his cock move closer to my mouth, so I lick the tip, making him groan. Finally, moves on from my tits, sliding a little more up my body, and slides his cock into my mouth. He fucks it harder than he did earlier, slapping my face while he does it.
“I love when you choke on my cock,” he grunts. “You like my big cock, don’t you?” I nod as much as I can, moaning around him. “You’re so pretty. So pretty with a cock in your mouth. I’m gonna come all over your pretty face, baby. Would you like that?” I nod again and he pulls out and starts stroking his cock. “Beg me.”
“Please, come on my face,” I moan and he strokes faster. “Please, I want it in my mouth. I want to taste you again.” He groans and grips my hair with his other hand, pulling on it hard.
“Are you my slut?”
“Yeah, I’m your slut,” I say. “I’m your filthy little whore.” His eyes roll back. “You own my throat, my ass, my pussy. You own me. Use me, Reid. Claim me and come all over my face.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Open your mouth.” I open my mouth as hot spurts of come shoot all over my face. The thick ropes coat my cheeks and tongue, some of it landing on my closed eyes. “That’s a pretty sight.” He groans as he rubs his cock all over my face, smearing his cum around. “You liked that, princess?” He pushes some of his cum into my mouth with his softening cock and I swallow it, making him groan again.
“Yes,” I moan. “Can we do it again?”
6
HEATHER
Reid left the room a few minutes ago, leaving me still tied and spread wide open on his bed. If anyone else came in right now, I’d have no way to hide. They’d see everything. They could do anything.
He comes back in, drying his hands on a towel and smirks at me. It’s a deliciously evil smirk that has my toes curling. Slowly, he prowls toward me, tossing the towel on his desk as he passes it.
“Are you hungry?” He asks as he sits beside me. He starts untying the binding, gently tugging at them to not pinch my skin. “I can order us something, or I could make something.”
“I’m okay,” I say. When one leg and arm is untied, he gently massages my leg as he lowers it, then does the same with my arm, massaging my wrist up to my shoulder. Resting my leg across his lap, he turns his head to look at me.
“You need food, water. A break,” he says as I roll my wrist around a few times. He moves onto the other side, doing the same thing until I’m unbound. “What about pasta?” I make a face and he laughs. “Okay, burgers?”
“I’m not hungry,” I say. “And if we’re done, then I should go home.” He pauses, his hands stilling on my calf. Slowly, he turns his head toward me.
“You want to go home?”
“Well, if we’re done,” I say slowly, pinching my brows together. “There’s no reason for me to stay, is there?”
“What if I’m not done?” He asks as he turns his attention back to massaging my calf. “Maybe I’m not ready to let you go yet.” I stare at him as he works his way up my thigh. “Maybe I want to make you breakfast in the morning.”
“Reid,” I sigh, “it was just tonight, remember?” He ignores me as he moves onto my arm, working on my limp wrist.
“I’m not saying I want anything past tonight,” he says tightly and my stomach drops. “I’m just saying I want to be a decent guy and make you food before I fuck your brains out again. Then, I wanna take care of you, make sure you’re comfortable and warm enough to sleep. And then, in the morning, I’ll send you home full of my food and my cum.”
I blink at him. Then laugh.
“You’re kidding,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s just a one-night-stand. You don’t make me breakfast or take care of me after sex. We both get our release and go our separate ways.”
“Whoever you’ve been having your one-night-stands with are fucking idiots and terrible men,” he says as he looks at me, his eyes piercing mine. “Stop being so fucking stubborn and let me do what I want.” I swallow heavily, then nod. “Let me make you something to eat. What do you like?” I shake my head as I open and close my mouth a few times, unable to speak. My mother has been reminding me of the weight I’ve put on since I started college and I need to lose it. But how can I tell him that? How can I tell him I don’t eat unless I have to? He leans forward and captures my lips with his, giving me a gentle but hot kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
