Page 17 of Obsessed with my Guardian

I thrust into her, knowing I have to make this as gentle as possible. But as her hot flesh welcomes my cock, a rational part of me threatens to slip away. She moans, running her fingernails along my shoulder blades, and shivers roll down my spine.

As I continue, I soon feel resistance. Eloise gasps. I figure the only way is forward and keep thrusting into her, claiming her, owning her pussy. Even when I’m deep inside, the urge to possess her drives me.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, knowing full well I’m in heaven. But her needs come first.

“Yes,” she pants. “Damn. You’re even bigger inside me than in my hand.”

I bite back a smile. Is she in pain? She has to be. I stop moving, willing myself to take it slow. But then she shifts under me, contracting her inner walls and clamping down on me. I hiss and almost jump off the mattress. My blood rushes through my veins deliriously fast.

“Was that good?” she asks, her eyes searching mine.

I groan. Good? My dick is throbbing, and the pressure is building in my core. “You’re a fast learner.”

“This is so much better than Twister.”

I nip her chin. “Oh, you have no idea.”

The memory of her playing with that dude flashes in my mind. I withdraw my cock halfway, then drive it all the way into her tight pussy again. She gasps, but a loud moan follows, a clear sign that she’s enjoying it. I should let up, but I can’t. The idea of her spending time with anyone else, with another guy full of hormones and energy, is poison to my soul. I need to show her who’s in control.

So I intensify the rhythm, pulling out and slamming into her again and again and again. Each time, I’m closer to the end, but I can’t let go. Not yet.

I slide my hand down and roll my thumb over her clit. I work it, flicking it, teasing it.

She shifts under me, and the image of her pink-stained cheeks, parted lips, and the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead tips me over the edge. I need to come—but she needs to get there first.

“Reed,” she whimpers.

“Yes, baby, talk to me,” I rasp, slamming into her pussy as I flick her bud.

“This is so good… I can’t take it anymore.”

“Let go for me, baby,” I demand, tweaking her nipple with my free hand. “I want you to come all over my cock.”

That does it—the overstimulation pushes her over the edge, and she comes apart in my arms, her body shaking and jerking. I don’t stop fucking her for one goddamn second. If anything, I go harder, deeper.

“Reed. Oh, yes. God, yes.” Her voice breaks as she comes again.

I lose any shred of self-control I was holding on to at the sight of her so beautiful, so vulnerable, somine.

I withdraw and plunge into her again. Pleasure rockets through me, exploding, shattering me into a million pieces before hurling them into a frantic fire. That’s how I feel.

Alive. Burned. And completely hooked.

11

Eloise

I lookup at the ceiling. My heart slowly returns to its regular pace, and my limbs are strangely light yet heavy—like I did a crazy workout and immediately indulged in a relaxing massage.

My sex is still wet and achy, but not in a bad way—it’s a steady pulse, sending little flashes of awareness through me.

I thought first times were supposed to be gentle and slow. Like an old-fashioned walk in the park. Instead, ours was more like a thrilling rollercoaster. I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I contract my inner walls, even though he’s no longer inside me. A thrill of female empowerment rolls down my spine. I wonder if Tori knows this trick, too. She probably does. Who am I kidding?

“Are you good?” the incredibly hot man beside me asks.

“Yes.”

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