Page 114 of Heart & Hope

Adding another finger, he slaps my ass, hard. The fire of the slap melts to tingles as I pick up the pace on his face. “Reed!”

I want my hands free.

I want to kiss my taste from his lips, his chin, and his jaw. I want those green eyes locked on me when I come. I snap my gaze down. My face is wrecked with desperation, every part of it tugged tight. Each choppy breath is lined with a whimper.

He curls his fingers forward, sucking hard on my clit.

“Fuck, fu— Reed.”

He slaps my ass and bites down on my clit, only hard enough to limit my movement. I spiral upward, into the heady bliss of release. He growls around my clit, and I explode, milking his fingers. A rough hand grabs my hip, and he smooths out my erratic rhythm, drawing out the orgasm.

I slump backward as the most intense orgasm of my life fades out, sitting on his stomach. The biggest grin spreads over his face, my release covering that megawatt smile.

And when it fades and his eyes darken, I move onto the bed and wait for my next order.

“On your stomach, Captain.”

I rest my head on a pillow and slide my knees apart, canting my ass up for him, hands still tied behind my back.

“Sweet Jesus, Rubes.”

“Yours, remember.”

“Yes, it fuckin’ is.”

The head of his cock swipes through my soaked pussy. I wriggle backward, desperate for him. A hand slaps my ass, hard.

“So fuckin needy, beautiful.”

Heat fills my cheeks, but my pounding heart loves it.

“Again, Reed.”

His hand lands on the other cheek, drawing out a whimper when his hands grip my hips tight and tug me backward. I turn my head to find his eyes closed, breaths plummeting.

“Fuck me hard, please.”

“Beg again, Ruby baby. If you want it, you have to say it again.”

“Please, Reed, fuck me so hard.”

He lines up the head of his cock, slamming into me a heartbeat later. I cry out. The fill, the stretch. My mouth waters. The sky lights up, all oranges and yellows. Reed is backlit by Mother Nature, and he is stunning. I moan at the sight. But he stills, as if he has to pace himself.

“Oh, Reed. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Thinkin’ about anything else right now. Not gonna blow this, baby.”

I huff a laugh and grind back into him. He snaps his eyes open with a growl.

“Like that, is it, hey?”

He pulls out, slow. So, so slow. I whimper when the tip falls from my entrance.

“Please,” I whisper, face contorted with need.

He grips my hips so hard it smarts and slams back into me with a groan. And again, I cry out. Not even caring that our very first set of guests are probably hearing every syllable. Even over the storm.

He slides out again, making me whimper with the heartbreakingly slow deliciousness. Slamming in, he leans over and runs kisses down my spine. And when his hand leaves my hip and slides underneath me, tweaking my impossibly hard nipple. I strangle a moan, tightening around him.

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