to me.
I ached in good ways and bad.
Reed moved onto the bed and cupped his hands under my ass.
He lifted me and slid me back on the bed.
It was strange being there with him.
All the hate I felt was matched with a sense of comfort.
It was comfortable being with him.
I knew he knew what to do.
I knew I was going to come again.
I knew what it all felt like…
Reed inched over my body.
I looked down and watched as his cock lined up to my entrance.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yes…”
“Beg for it, honey,” Reed said. “You haven’t had a cock like this in years. Admit it.”
“No shit, Reed,” I said. “Now just do it. Hurry.”
Reed pressed forward.
I was swollen from his fingers and tongue.
But I was more than ready for the rest of him.
As he broke me open, our eyes met again.
A split-second flicker - the kind that was needed to spark an intense fire - was there.
I turned my head and grabbed for a pillow.
I pulled it toward my mouth and bit at it as he moved deeper inside me.
Reed was being slow. Too slow. Acting as though I didn’t know what was going to happen or how it felt.
Tonight wasn’t about that kind of thing.
This was merely physical. This was that whole how great is hate sex thing he talked about.
I grabbed for his ass and dug my nails into his flesh.
“Now,” I groaned into the pillow.
“Look at me and fucking talk, honey,” Reed said.
He dipped his mouth down to my neck and kissed me hard.
He pulled at my skin and I threw my shoulder at him.
No way I was going to show up to work with a hickey on my neck.
Fuck that.
Especially from Reed.
I didn’t need some badge of honor because I was in bed with a rock star.
The regret would hit later and that would be enough.
I turned my head and Reed kissed me.
“Stop… going… slow…”
Those were the words I spit out in between kisses.
Reed thrust and there wasn’t an inch to spare.
My nails scratched from his firm ass down to the sheets.
My hips thrust at him while a part of my body begged for relief.
The pleasure and pressure of being full rippled through me.
Reed stayed there.
He kept kissing me.
His mouth inched to my ear. “How does that feel, honey?”
I tried to take a breath. “It’s okay…”
Reed laughed.
He knew what he was good at in life.
He knew how big he was.
He knew what he did to women, including me.
And, yes, I hated him for that too.
He still stayed in place, deep inside me, and he began to press harder at me.
I groaned.
“Come for me,” Reed whispered. “Then I’ll fuck you until I’m ready to come. Understand?”
“Reed…”
“That’s right,” he said. “Feel me, honey.”
Oh believe me, I could feel everything.
Reed kept to his word… staying inside me and refusing to move until I finished.
Not that it was a bad thing to experience at all.
My body ached and throbbed, seeking relief for just a second, but there was none.
The waterfall feeling began to rush again deep within my core.
He was actually making this happen…
“That’s right, honey,” Reed whispered. “I can feel you. You’re ready. Come all over me right now. Right now, Abby.”
When I heard my name slip from his mouth, that was it.
I climaxed and arched my back.
My eyes squeezed shut so hard they hurt.
My hips had a mind of their own as I began to buck at Reed.
That’s when he pulled himself free of me.
I let out a gasping yell that bounced off all the walls.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
Pleasure flooded between my legs.
My body kept rocking, waiting for Reed to take me again.
I lowered my back to the bed and looked down to find him on his knees, just watching me.
Watching as I writhed with pleasure.
My right hand shot forward and I took hold of his cock. He was slippery from me, and that turned me on even more. My toes curled again as I pulled at him.
Reed put his hands to my legs and curled his lip.
I bit my lip.
I wanted to take the condom off and feel him.
I wanted him to make a mess…
“Fuck it,” I whispered.
I stripped his perfect cock of the condom and flung it from the bed.
My hand pulled at him again, sliding up and down his steel length.
At the swollen head of his cock I twisted my hand and used my left hand to do the same.
He wasn’t the only one who knew the secret spots on a person’s body.
My left hand eased