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If he stretched me any wider, he’d snap me in two.
I gripped his hair, my pelvis heaving skyward as I begged and gasped and moaned, shuddering with every violent thrust of his tongue.
No one had ever done this to me before.
My insides immediately unfurled with a primal, clawing feeling that started in my womb and zapped hot, blinding starlight all the way down to my toes. I jolted off the mat with a sharp cry, digging the heels of my feet into his back as my vision blackened and the world slipped away.
He lapped, sucked, tongued me until I collapsed to a trembling heap beneath him.
But I didn’t have a chance to recover before he drew up to his knees, grabbed me by the hair, and yanked me upright.
“Suck me,” he rasped out, his chin and lips glistening with my orgasm.
His cock hovered in front of my face, thick and throbbing, lined with blue veins and leaking from the tip. Moving closer, I wrapped my hand around him and took him into my mouth as he palmed the back of my head and guided his hips forward.
Gagging when he went flush with the back of my throat, I inched back a fraction as he let out a prolonged groaned.
I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked him.
“Christ…fuck, yes.” His fingers braided through my hair, making a fist, as his other hand stroked the base of his cock.
He was too big to fit fully in my mouth, and my pussy pulsed, imagining how he’d feel deep inside me. How he’d fill me, own me, ruin me for anyone else.
My watery eyes lifted while I sucked, my hands holding on to his muscled thighs. I watched his head tip back, his lips parting with raw pleasure.
He glanced back down at me with a half-lidded gaze, combing my hair off my forehead, almost lovingly; tenderly. “I could come down your throat right now.” Eyes glinting with heat, he shuddered and tensed. Then he tugged me away from him and glided the tip of his thick cock against my lips. “But I need to be inside you.”
Beads of salty precum bathed my tongue as I licked the head, circling around and around, tasting and savoring every drop.
A visceral sound bowled through him, and Reed tossed me onto my back again. I hit the mat, my breasts bouncing, my legs spreading apart as his body covered mine.
I knew he wouldn’t be gentle.
I knew he’d take control, make it rough, destroy me—body and soul. And I welcomed every bruise, every bite mark, every scar he’d leave behind.
Slipping my fingers under the hem of his shirt, I frantically tugged it up over his head, removing the final barrier between us. We were skin to skin as he fell on top of me, stealing another harsh kiss as his cock teased the soaked juncture between my thighs. His teeth snagged my bottom lip and tugged, and I cried out, clawing my nails down his back.
As he pushed up, Reed cupped my knees with both hands and shoved them forward, until I was completely spread and exposed. His eyes dipped downward, skimming over my swollen pussy. Pink and glistening, eager to take him in.
Breathing raggedly, he gripped his cock, pumping a few times with his fist as he centered himself with my hole. One white-knuckled hand was still clamped around my knee as he pushed inside me, just an inch, an agonizing slow slide. Reed’s mouth fell open as he watched us come together, watched me stretch and yield to his thickness. My fingertips dug into the mat on either side of me as I panted, on the brink of another orgasm before he even filled me to the hilt.
“Jesus, Halley…” Hissing out my name, he leaned farther over me, planting one hand on the mat as he pulled out, then slid back in halfway. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I nearly buckled, arching my back and palming my breast. My hips lifted off the floor, my body greedy and begging for him to go deeper. “More,” I cried out. “Please, Reed.”
He groaned, a gritty, virile sound. “Keep begging for my dick, and this won’t last long.”
“I need you…” I bucked my hips, taking him inside me farther, almost all the way, until he finally slammed home and collapsed over me. Both of his hands pressed to the mat on either side of me, my knees nearly hitting my chin, and he thrust hard.
I cried out, a threadbare whimper, and his eyes rolled up as his eyelids fluttered closed. He rutted into me again, harder, hitting places deep inside me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him closer. Face buried in the crook of my neck, Reed pistoned his hips forward, faster, each stroke more punishing than the last, his grunts and groans mingling with the sounds of skin slapping together, a slippery, raw, sweat-soaked fusion. “Yes, yes…God, yes,” I chanted.
“You feel so fucking good.” The words rumbled against my throat as he sucked the sensitive skin between his teeth, then trailed his tongue up to my earlobe. He nipped it before growling, “Soaked for me. Tight and perfect.”
My legs coiled around his back, and my body met his rhythm, that tingly, soul-defying feeling blooming inside me for a second time.
“Come for me again.” Raising his head, he tugged my hair back, our faces a centimeter apart. His lips hovered over mine, grazing, teasing, as his hips ground into me. “You’re so beautiful. So goddamn gorgeous.”
His words were soft, his thrusts rough and merciless as he fucked me.