Page 32 of Mr. Red

My body listens, letting him in with ease. Then he starts thrust after thrust, slow at first, then faster.

My back hits the door with each thrust. I’m holding onto him for dear life, my hands locked where sweat glistens on his shoulders. He slows his pace, removing his cock so just the tip is in, and then he pounds in hard. His eyes are on mine as he moves in and out.

He’s just owning my body. It’s everything I didn’t know I had been missing.

He puts two fingers up to my mouth. “Suck.”

I listen, because what he has done so far has been more than I’ve ever wanted. A guy who’s demanding in bed is my new favorite thing. He takes the wet fingers and begins to circle my clit. I come undone, throwing my head back.

“Fuck, Scarlett, I love watching you come. That’s right, come all over my cock, sweetheart.”

He pumps into me a few more times, keeping his eyes on my face. Once I’ve stopped convulsing, he asks, “Where’s the bedroom?”

“Down the hall,” I gasp.

He carries me without breaking us apart, and in approximately four steps we’re in the bedroom. Once we get to the bed, he drops me, his body staying close to mine. He grabs my legs to push us farther onto the bed, hovering over me. Then he grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head, and starts pounding my pussy. He moves my wrists above my head, holding both of them in one hand. His free hand grabs my whole breast, all the while continuing to pump his cock in and out of me. I’ve never experienced or thought about being restrained during sex,but giving up complete control of my body is—satisfying.

“You like taking that cock, don’t you?” His question stimulates my core further.

I release a moan, on the verge of another orgasm. I’ve never had three in one round. My mind is floating in the clouds somewhere. I’m going to keep enjoying this euphoric pleasure.

“Oh, naughty girl, huh?”

All of a sudden, he pulls out and flips me over to my stomach. He pulls my hips up while my face is planted on the bed. He holds my wrists behind my back in one hand and then slaps my ass.

“You’d better answer me! You want me to fill you up?”

His dirty talk is unbelievable. I’m in a state of shock; my mind drawing a blank. He slaps my ass again.

“Answer me,” another slap to the ass.

Oh, yes!

I pull it together, realizing he needs an answer. “Yes! Oh, yes!”

He slides in while holding on to my wrists, my face smushed to one side on the bed. If he was in my chest before, now he’s moved all the way up to my throat. Damn, he knows what to do with that thing.

I have no control of anything right now, and it feels fucking good. He pulls my hair with his free hand, making me flush against his stomach.

“Fuck, Matt.” I say, out of breath.

His mouth comes close to my ear and in that deep voice, he whispers, “I want another one.”

You don’t have to tell me twice. His dirty talk, need to take control, and the friction of his balls slapping against me as he thrusts at my core is enough for me to start coming again. So, I do. I’m going to lose track of how many timesI’ve come if he keeps this up.

“You’re a dirty girl,” he growls, and loosens his grip from my hair. His hand comes around the front of my body, holding me against his stomach. He holds one of my tits as he thrusts in and out.

He keeps pumping until I turn my head to try to look at him. He understands what I want and drops the hand holding my wrists. He pulls my chin up, keeping it still while he kisses me, holds my body close to his, and fucks me. My back is still pressed to his chest as he circles my clit. I feel him release, and the thought makes me come again.

After I feel him relax, he slowly pulls out, plants a kiss on my back, and walks to the bathroom.

I can’t move. I can’t think. My body is limber and soft lying face down on the bed. I’ll stay here until I get access to information on how to move again.

My mission was to let go. Matt certainly helped with that.

I’m so glad I didn’t miss out on that experience.

Chapter 20

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