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“Yeah, you're done being shy,” he said, his voice sounding husky as I started stroking him fast and hard.
His body shifted, his legs going on the outside of my chest, his hips pivoting and lowering toward my face. His hand went back over mine, pushing it to the base, and then pushed his cock against my lips until I opened around him and his cock slid inside.
He let out a low, growling sound, pushing his hips forward, his hand slipping down the side of my face and grabbing my hair.
Emboldened, my lips tightened around him, my tongue stroking over the head in lazy circles until his hand yanked hard at my hair and his hips shoved forward, his cock pushing deep, lodging up against the back of my throat. My gag reflex clenched then subsided as he rocked into me.
“Eyes,” he commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. I opened my eyes, looking up at him. “Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes for a second, then pulling away from me.
His body lowered back down, pushing between my legs. His lips found mine, hard and hungry, his teeth biting into my lips, making me gasp. He reached out and I heard the drawer in the nightstand open. I heard the crinkle of the wrapper as he released a condom. His hips lifted from mine as he made quick work of protecting us.
Then his body pressed back down, his cock pushing against my inner thigh, making me arch up against it. His arms slipped under my back, coming up around my shoulders and holding them hard. His face lifted. “This ain't gonna be soft and sweet,” he warned, sounding about as far gone as I felt.
My mouth opened and my lips found words they had never uttered before, words I felt down to my soul. “Fuck me, Reign,” I commanded, my hips grinding up against him.
His eyes heated, his hand going between us. Then his cock was pressing against me, pausing, waiting. My hands went around his back, my legs up around his hips. “Reign... now... please...”
His cock slammed forward, pushing in completely. So deeply it ached. His thickness stretching me to accommodate him. I let out a gasp, my hips bucking up in surprise and the barest twinge of pain.
“So fucking tight,” he said, his mouth clenched.
His face lowered, taking my mouth, his tongue pushing inward as he withdrew and thrust forward. Not soft. Not sweet. Hard. Fast. Like promised. My legs wrapped tight against him, rising up to meet his thrusts- a clawing need like I had never known before overtaking me, making me cry out against his lips as he slammed into me over and over, my entire body jerking with the motion, his fingers bruising into my shoulder, my nails clawing into his back.
“Reign... fuck... I'm...”
“Come,” he commanded against my mouth, raising his head up to watch me. “Don't fucking close your eyes,” he said as I felt them get heavy as I suspended on the edge before toppling over. “Come for me, Summer,” he growled.
Then I did. Hard.
Then he did. Just as hard.
And I felt shattered. Broken open. In a million little Summer-shaped pieces.
And nothing had ever felt more right.SeventeenReignShe held on after, her legs around my hips, her arms around my back. The back she had clawed open. Her body shook in aftershocks and I buried my face in her neck until she slackened. I leaned down, kissing her lips hard before pulling away, walking into the bathroom to deal with the condom and get myself together.
Because some shit went down in that bed.
Something I didn't understand.
Didn't even want to try to.
But something happened.
And I needed to get my fucking head on right.
It wasn't just the sex. Though, fuck, the sex...
I'd had more than my fair share of women. I had had two or three at a time. I'd shoved it in one chick's ass while she ate out another chick. I'd had two bitches fight over sucking my cock. I'd done every sordid thing you could imagine, letting the filth settle in my soul.
I knew good sex.
But being inside Summer, in her mouth, in her pussy... being inside her was a whole other level. A level I didn't know existed. A level I planned on spending a lot of time exploring in the future.
But it wasn't the new level sex. It was something else.
Something that made me want to get a “Property Of Reign” cut made for her. Something that made me want to grab her, throw her on my bike, and take the fuck off with her. Away from V and his memories. Away from my men. Just away. Just the two of us. No more responsibilities, no more fear.
Because I knew one thing about Summer Lyon.
She wasn't meant for a man like me. With a life like mine.
She was meant for penthouse apartments and designer clothes and safety.
She was meant for the clean life.
And I was nothing but violence, blood, and filth.
I sighed, washing my hands, going back into the bedroom. She was laid up under the sheets, her legs to her chest, her face half on my pillow. I slipped under the covers and she made a murmuring sound, half asleep, snuggling up onto my chest as I laid down.
She slept.
I laid awake.
Later. A lot later. Closer to morning than night, two knocks sounded on my door. Then there was a short pause. Then three knocks.
Fuck.
I slipped out from under Summer, watching her mumble something in her sleep and curl up again, dead asleep. I grabbed my pants, hauling them up my legs, and made my way to the door.
And there was Cash. And Wolf.
“Fuck is it?” I asked, rubbing a hand over the stubble on my face.
“Boys caught someone on the grounds,” Cash said, his jaw tight.
“Who?” I asked, moving back inward, grabbing a shirt out of the dresser, then grabbing my key and tucking it in my pocket.
“We think its one of V's guys.”
“What?” I half-shouted, tensing, looking back over my shoulder, to see Summer still fast asleep.
