Page 17 of Reacher
“I hope you’re not expecting some loving kind of slow, gentle shit. I’m not really feeling that. I want to slam hard inside you, and feel your pussy locking around my dick like a soft, wet vice. And then I’m gonna hold you down, and fuck you so hard that you’ll feel me pummelling you inside. You might even be sore after. That’s how I want you. Sore, and remembering that my cock fucking owned you.”
Holy fuck. I was getting wetter by the minute. Why the hell had I held back, if this was what I’d been missing out on?
I cleared my throat. “I can’t really comment on that. You talk up a good game, but I’m still waiting to see if you have the stamina to see it through.”
He laughed, lowering his face to my throat again, his teeth nipping at my skin. His body was searing mine with heat, and the hair on his chest was tickling and pricking at my breasts.
He grabbed my thighs, spreading me wide, his lips never stopping their teasing, and then I felt him reach down to grasp that thick dick of his. He rubbed the head against my pussy lips, more damn teasing, even slapping it against my clit several times, which made me flinch each time.
“Sure you don’t just want to keep playing with yourself, Reacher?” My words died off as he suddenly pushed inside me. He didn’t go slow, instead ramming every inch into me in one swift move, his body pressing tight against mine.
“I don’t know, woman. Maybe the only way to shut you up is to stick my dick in your mouth instead.”
I giggled, and squirmed beneath him, which made his dick twitch inside me.
“Definitely a devil woman.” Reacher hadn’t moved since he filled me with his cock, but he decided instead to lean back down and tease me into one of those kisses where it started off gentle, and sweet, and ended up being something that should be on a porn site. His tongue thrusting against mine, battling for dominance, while I was trying to give as much in return.
If I’d known the man was pure sex, I’d never have held off. I’d have stripped and jumped him long ago. God knows the tension between us had been building for weeks. I’d fingered myself in his bed several times. Obviously at times when he wasn’t in the room, so he couldn’t know, but my fantasy version of him was nothing compared to this.
Reacher moved his hips, and I practically whined as his dick started sliding out of me, and I felt the loss instantly. The return was everything I wanted. A hard slam against me, his dick ramming inside, a brutal entry. God yes. More of this, please.
Now that he’d started, he didn’t bother taking it slow or holding back. I lay beneath Reacher, as he fucked me relentlessly, his body crashing against mine, each slap of his flesh against mine so loud in the quiet room. The bed was rocking against the wall, and I held on for dear life. My hips moved against his, meeting his thrusts, while each one practically knocked all of the air out of me. I’d never been taken like this before. There was no doubt in either of our minds just who was in control right now, and I felt like I’d waited my whole life to be right here, in this moment.
The way he was pounding into me had the added effect of rhythmic rubbing against my clit, which was starting to work in tandem with the inner spot he kept dragging his dick over, and I felt another orgasm building inside me. It was building fast, and it was going to be a biggie. I gripped his shoulders with my nails as it suddenly crested, and I bucked, and lurched against him, pleasure washing through me in a way I don’t think it had ever done before.
It triggered him, and his release. I felt him ramming into me harder, and then he let out this kind of guttural animalistic growling sound, and tried to burrow deeper into me, as he filled me with his cum. He stroked into me a few more times, riding the wave, before he suddenly let out a heavy breath, and rolled away from me, laying on his back beside me.
“Jesus…”
I rolled onto my side, with strength I didn’t know I even still had, and his arm dragged me against him. My face rested against his hard chest, hearing the rapid pounding of his heart, which probably matched mine. His skin was clammy with sweat, as was mine, and the hairs tickled my face, but it was all perfect. Everything about this time with him had been perfect.
He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Ally?”
“Yeah?”
“Call me an old man again, and I’ll make you regret it.”
I giggled, nuzzling his chest.
“I regret nothing.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
I lay with Reacher for a few blissful moments, waiting for my heart and breathing to remember what normal felt like, and then I did the responsible thing. I eased Reacher’s heavy arm from around me, and regretfully left his side to use the bathroom. I’m sure many women can get away with it, but if I don’t pee soon after sex, that’s something I do end up regretting. Nobody wants a UTI, right?
As I walked back to the bed, I felt delicious aches everywhere in my body, like I’d been for a heavy workout. I like to think of a damn good orgasm as a perfectly appropriate workout.
Reacher was half asleep, and magnificent. His large, hard body was draped over the unmade bed, and his dick, oddly, was almost at half-mast. Surely a man of his age wouldn’t be ready again so soon? A woman of my age needed a little more recovery time, that was for damn sure.
“Ally?”
“What’s up, old man?” He snorted.
“I’m gonna keep count, you know.”
I shrugged.
