Page 42 of Targeted By Temptation
With both of us working the buttons, we got the shirt off, and Reign pushed me onto my back and sat on me. He tapped my hard nipples, teasing the points that sent heat surging through me. Leaning over, he skimmed his tongue over the hard point and bit down hard.
The mingling of pleasure and pain hit me like a lightning bolt, and I lifted my hips, rubbing my cock against Reign’s ass. His slick seeped into my pants and briefs, and my length grew harder. With one hand hoisting Reign up, I fumbled with my zipper and wriggled out of my clothes.
Reign hovered above my cock so his ass cheeks skimmed over my shaft. A prickling sensation spread over my skin, forcing me to release my grip, and Reign sank onto my midsection.
“Oh. I like this.” He rubbed himself over my dick, spreading slick over my length.
I gripped his wrists as lust coursed through me and angled my hips left and right, keeping my eyes locked on Reign’s as desire forced his lids closed and he moaned.
My mate pressed his knees into my side and leaned forward, lapping the salty sweat from my skin while he brushed his butt over my cock.
“I want to be inside you.” I grabbed my dick, ready to penetrate him.
But he put a finger to my lips, telling me was enjoying tormenting me. “A little longer and then you can shove that huge pink dick into me.”
He shuffled lower until he was level with my crotch.
“Mmmm. What do we have here?” Wrapping his palm around my shaft, he gave it two quick pumps while circling my hole with the other hand.
I tensed in anticipation, and whispered, “I’d like you to…” I couldn’t get the words out. “Put your finger?—”
He cut me off. “Finger-fuck you? I can.”
Reign eased in a finger, and I felt so full. He made small circles inside me, sending tendrils of pleasure curling around me like a jungle vine. Then he curled it back and waves of ecstasy crashed over me. My eyes closed, and it was as though the bed was swaying. I gripped the sheets.
Reign’s finger slipped out, and I moaned, feeling so empty, but he shoved two fingers in.
“I love this.”
“Good.” He pumped into me until my breathing was shaky and I was almost at the point of no return. He removed his fingers and crawled over me. “Because you’ll love this even more.”
Reign positioned himself above me, over my cock, with his weight braced on both knees. The head of my length brushed over his entrance, andI groaned as he sank down slowly, agonizingly slowly, taking just the tip inside. His hole stretched around me, and I bit my lip hard while tamping down my desire.
“Fuck, Ezra,” he gasped. “You feel so fucking big in this position.”
I smirked. “You mean when you’re riding me like a bucking bronco?”
His nostrils flared as he bucked his hips and yelled “Yeehaw.”
My hands flew to his hips, and I dug my fingers into the soft skin. I tried to drag him down, wanting to be wedged deep inside his channel. But he shook his head and resisted, just a tad, before another of my inches plowed into him.
“Stop teasing,” I managed to get out as my thighs trembled. “Just take me in.”
He laughed and lowered his ass. The deep slide yanked the air from my lungs. He bottomed out, and my cock was buried to the hilt. Reign’s eyes closed, and he tilted his head back as he adjusted to my girth.
“You okay?” I managed. The voice didn’t sound like me ‘cause it was so ragged.
He nodded and rocked his hips. The movement drew a husky groan from both of us. “Yeah. Just very full of you.”
I thrust up, and Reign yelped as he frantically clawed my chest. He moaned and began to move. Lifting himself until only the tip remained inside, then slamming back down. The slap of skin on skin reverberated around the room, mimicking my heartbeat.
Each time he descended, he gasped, but when he rose he whimpered, we both did, as if we were mourning the loss of sensation. Or maybe we were anticipating it.
I matched his rhythm, lifting my hips to fill him completely. The bed frame rattled as pleasure spiraled in my belly. Reign’s cock bounced between us, flushed pink and with pre-cum on the tip. I took it in my hand, stroking it in time with our movements, and the pre-cum streamed onto my palm.
“Look at me, Reign.”
His eyes burned with desire. Words weren’t necessary. The message was he hungered for me, and I was greedy for every inch of him. I pushed the hair from his face and memorized every millimeter of it, amazed at how this human was my one and only.
