Page 34 of His Ex's Little Sister
I press my eyes shut, willing myself not to come right there and then from with the way his thickness and ample length create pressure against my inner walls, stretching me in every direction as my channel responds by tightening its griponhim.
He pulls almost all the way out, and I’m on the verge of crying for him to get back inside of me. Thank God he buries into me again, harder this time, gripping one hip to improve the anchor of his other hand in my hair, and still controlling my movements. I can’t crane my head back any further. Hell, I’m sure to lose a few hundred strands on account of thisonetime.
One timewithReid.
Totally.Worth.It.
After a few reps moving at this slow, deliberate pace, Reid picks up speed. Deeper he goes. And faster, so fast, the sounds overtaking our feral noises are the slapping of our bare skin and the creaking of his bedsprings. His hand on my hip slides closer to my drenched, swollen bud, and covers it completely. He flicks his index finger over my most sensitive spot, and after some intense strumming, it doesmein.
Electrifying jolts of pleasure shock my system, weakening every muscle in my body and sending me into convulsions asIcome.
I cry out so loudly that I’m sure it sounds like I’m being tortured. But I don’t care. Neither does Reid, who continues to piston in and out of me, taking what he needs and giving me the ride of my life. I can’t stop the waves crashing over me even if I try, and when he find his release and stretches out beside me, the only thought in my mind is I.Want.More.
One time is notenough.
Closing my eyes, I soak up the satisfying revelry, and bide my time for when he takes meagain.
If.
I’ve heard about his ‘one and done’track record, and one time won’t be enough for meanymore.
I just hope he wants it as much asIdo.
