“And this . . . do you like this?”
I bite my lip through a moan when he presses against the tight ring of my ass. “Mm.”
God, who knew that could feel so amazing?
He laughs darkly. “I could fuck you right here and you’d love it, wouldn’t you? You’d beg me for it.”
“Reed.” I squirm as one . . . no, two fingers slide into my pussy, a third pressing into my ass. Wetness sticks to the inside of my thighs as I rock back, taking more.
“Look at you. So greedy, Beth.”
“I just . . .”
“Shh, I know. You want me to fuck you. This is what you want, right?” His fingers leave my body. His cock slips between my legs. A hand fists my hair as he teases my pussy, sliding along my slit. “Where do you want it? I have two very sexy options here.”
My arms begin to tremble. I drop down to my elbows, closing my eyes, relishing in the feel of him. I’m so wet I should be embarrassed. I’m so horny I could take it anywhere.
He smacks my ass and I gasp. “Where?” he demands, tugging my hair.
“My pussy.”
He makes a hungry growl in the back of his throat. His cock nudges against my slit.
“Wait.” I look at him over my shoulder.
His wild eyes lift from between my legs and lock onto mine. His lips are parted. A light sheen of sweat beads across his brow.
God, he looks amazing.
“Do you have any rope in your truck?” I ask, wetting my lips as his slowly curl up. I’ve been bound twice by Reed, both on our first night together. There’s something about giving up all control to him, watching him take his pleasure instead of delivering it.
I want that now. Even if I can’t see the look on his face, I’ll be able to hear him.
He loosens his grip on my hair and runs his hand down my spine. “None I can use on you. You want me to tie you up?”
“Yes.”
“Beth,” he groans. His eyes shift around the room, then widen. “Hold that thought.”
He scrambles off the bed, retrieving his jeans off the floor. He whips his belt out of the loops and prowls toward me like a predator.
A belt? Shit, how is this going to work? He’s not going to hit me with it, is he?
More important question, would I be into that?
The mattress dips behind me as he climbs back onto the bed. I shift nervously on my knees.
“Put your hands behind your back. Keep your face down.”
A shiver runs through my body as I lower my head to the mattress and offer him both my hands.
He grabs my wrists, pinning them together as the smooth leather of the belt slides under my arms, stopping just above my elbows. I gasp as the belt tightens, pulling my shoulders back.
Holy shit.
“This okay?” he asks softly, leaning over my body to brush the hair out of my face.
He’s always so sweet in these moments before he takes me. Always making sure I’m on the same page as him. I know if I say I’m not, that this is too much he would rip that belt off me so fast I wouldn’t even remember the feel of it.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” I reassure him, linking my fingers together. I smile against his lips forming to my cheek. His hands run down my arms, over the belt, circling my wrists. I’m so ready my legs begin to tremble. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
The air leaves my lungs as he drives into me.
“Reed!”
“Fuck!” He grabs my shoulder, keeping me pinned as his firm thighs slap against my ass. “Fuck, Beth. Come on . . . come on.”
“God, yes,” I pant. “Reed . . . Oh shit.”
He lifts my breasts and tugs on my nipples. He smacks them until I groan.
Over and over he fucks me. There’s no teasing. There never is when Reed takes me like this, rough and wild, desperate and deprived. I writhe underneath him when he slaps my ass with enough force my eyes sting. I moan when he presses words against my back, telling me how hard he is for me, how much he needs this, and how he loves my sweet, tight pussy. How he wants to fuck it until I beg him to come. How he won’t stop until I do.
He pulls out and runs his tongue up my slit, tasting my desire, making me wetter. I buck against his face. He moans as he consumes me, as he sucks and bites my lips. He slaps my ass and kisses the sting away. My arousal oozes from me. I don’t know who loves this more. Him or me.
Me . . . no . . . him. No . . .
He fists my hair and tugs me upright until my hands press into his abs. His chest heaves against my arms. Sweat clings to his skin. He buries his cock inside me and thrusts deep.
God, so deep. So full. I’m so close.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect. You’re so swollen. So trusting, Beth. You know what that does to me?”
I tilt my head, granting his lips access to my neck. My palms form to his skin with each thrust.
“You feel so good,” I tell him. “I . . . I’d trust you with anything. Everything. I love what you do to me.”
He growls against my skin. “Perfect,” he whispers. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”