Page 24 of Reacher
“You just gonna watch, Reacher?” I stepped out of my underwear, and stood naked before him again. A shiver travelled down my spine, as he focused there. Right there. Right where I wanted his mouth, his fingers, his dick.
I reached for his cut, and slipped it on, wincing at the cool leather against my heated skin. Then I rested my hands on my hips.
Reacher cursed, his voice a little hoarse, as his eyes fixed on his cut against my bare skin.
“Right now?”
I shrugged, sliding my fingers down my stomach, and watching his eyes hungrily follow the movement.
“I mean, I can ride my fingers instead if you’re not up to it. It’s probably nap time for you, isn’t it, old man?”
He growled, stepping forward to grab my throat.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, every time you bait me like that, woman.”
I liked his hand on my throat. It made me want to drop to my knees, and suck that big dick of his, but it wasn’t what I wanted right now, so I fought the urge, staring him in the eye instead.
“You just gonna talk at me, or are you gonna fuck my ass? I’m starting to think you didn’t mean what you said, Reacher.”
“Dammit, woman.” He tightened his grip on my throat, dragging me close, his face an inch from mine. “Don’t push me, unless you don’t want to sit down for a week.”
Warmth settled down low, and my pussy practically oozed with moisture. I wanted everything he described.
“So fuck me, old man. Give it to me good.”
His lips nipped at mine, and then he kissed me hard, almost bruising my lips, his tongue forceful and aggressive. Angry kisses were seriously hot as fuck. My legs were actually starting to weaken, just from a damn kiss.
When Reacher pulled back to look at me, I sighed.
“Own my ass, Reacher. Please.”
He cursed, backing me up to the bed, then turning me to stand with my back to him, one hand angling me down to lean over the bed. I rested my palms on the mattress, and squirmed as I stood there, waiting for him.
I heard him shedding clothes behind me, then a soft groan, while I imagined him palming his dick, and stroking it as he stared at me.
He moved up behind me, and rubbed the head of his dick against the wetness oozing from me, making a shiver of anticipation trickle down my spine.
“God, Reacher.”
He thrust deep inside me, the wetness of my pussy easing his way. He pounded into me, every thrust nearly making my arms buckle beneath me, and then he pulled out and shoved me forward, so I landed facedown on the bed.
Reacher pushed my legs apart enough to thrust his fingers inside my pussy, and then he dragged that moisture up to my butthole, and started probing it, fucking it lightly with one, then two fingers.
“Wow… someone really wants me in her fucking ass,” he muttered, dragging his dick through my wetness once more, thrusting deep inside me and pulling back out.
He moved to push my legs closed, and straddled them, and then he rubbed his dick against my asshole.
“Spread your cheeks, woman.” I didn’t hesitate, reaching back to pull them apart, and then he was pressing into me. He didn’t rush it, but he also went there faster than any man had before. There hadn’t been tons of preparation, and there didn’t need to be. I was ready. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly.
Reacher pressed forward, and started stretching my ass with that big dick of his, and I let out a low groan. It felt amazing, just like I’d known it would.
“Jesus, Ally. Your ass is just swallowing my cock like a whore.”
“Asshole.”
“Yep, exactly. I’m not gonna be gentle. It wants it hard, see. Gotta give it what it wants.”
“God yes. Please.”
