Then he slammed all the way into me with a frustrated shout. I cried out as he hit bottom. He didn’t take time for me to adjust to him, the burning pain only heightening my arousal.
“YES!” I yelled.
“Fucking say it, Lina,” he gritted out as he pulled back before thrusting all the way back in, pummeling the deepest parts of me. The ridges of his piercings thrashed every point of pleasure along my walls.
I panted, my legs trembling, the pressure already building. “Make me come, cowboy.”
Moving in more frantic thrusts, he pounded into me. Again and again and again. “Only me, you hear me? Only I will make you come.”
“What if I want to make myself come?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow playfully.
“Lina,” he growled. “Not even you. This is my pussy. You want to touch yourself? You ask for permission. Now say it. Who’s going to make you come?”
He withdrew until only the tip was buried inside. I could feel his own resolve wavering, the hands at my hips trembling as he forced himself to stay there.
“Say it,” he said through gritted teeth. He was teetering on the edge of pleasure, and I was right there with him. “Or I’ll keep you from coming. I’ll get you close, then draw out my cock before slamming back in. I’ll bring you to the edge over and over until you’re fucking begging for it.”
“Reed, please. I want to come.” Iwasbegging for it, my pussy pulsing and fluttering, urging him to go deeper.
“Then fucking say it. Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, Reed.” I nearly came at the way those words rolled off my tongue.
“That’s right, baby,” he groaned. “It’s fucking mine. Your pussy knows it, too. I can feel it sucking me in. This pussy is fuckingmine.”
I was having an out-of-body experience. It felt so euphoric, I couldn’t even respond to him.
And with that, he pounded into me with one single, hard thrust. All I could feel was him.
I screamed. I’m not even sure I said words. If I did, they were unintelligible.
“That’s right, baby. No one ever shuts my girl up.”
Hearing him call me “his girl” made my chest warm and my stomach quiver. The thought that I might actually belong to him made any of the ice coating my heart––protecting me against him––slowly start to melt.
“No one ever tries to rein you in. You understand?” His voice came out a growl, like he was angry for every man who ever made me feel like I was less than, who made me feel like I was too much for them. “You want it? You’ll fucking take it. I’ll give it all to you. Anything you want. You want a rough fuck? I’ll give it to you. Now fucking take it.”
I lost my ability to speak, his thrusts pounding me against the table, my body absorbing every hit to my nerve endings. The pleasure was building with each stroke of his cock deep inside. His fingertips dug into my hips—I’d have bruises there in the morning—while his other hand wrapped around my breast, drawing me back against him, slamming into me.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I managed to say through trembling lips. I’ve never felt this close to orgasm before—not solely from penetration anyway. He was able to reach, and touch, every sensitive spot.
“Come with me,” he begged as he pulled me against him, thrusting erratically, the slapping of our flesh echoing through the fifth wheel.
Pressure was building, heat beginning to pool in my center, my pulse thumping as his thick cock continued to plunge deep inside, drawing out every moan and spike of pleasure from me.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my cock.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as a heady rush overcame me. My body tensed. My heartbeat thudded like a drum in my ears as I came. I felt as though I were crashing through the atmosphere, trying to catch my breath.
Reed stilled behind me, grunting, while his cock throbbed and pulsed inside me, sending aftershocks through me. “Damn, baby,” he said between gasps of air. This moment, with his hands still on me, holding me to him, was one I wanted to live in forever.
But then he froze.
His fingers flexed where they were wrapped around me.
“That was … that was …” My lips tingled with the effect of my orgasm. I blew out a steadying breath.
Reed pushed me back down on the table.
