Page 56 of You Found Me in the Dark
He moaned, “Fuck, Wren. I could come just looking at you.” He instinctively licked his lips before grabbing each breast in his hands.
His hands were hot, rough in the best way, as they molded over my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipple under the lace with just enough pressure to make my back arch. I couldn’t think—only feel. His mouth followed, greedy and reverent, kissing the swell of one through the bralette, then the other, before tugging the strap down with his teeth. My breath caught.
“Reed, that’s so fucking hot,” I whispered, barely recognizing my voice—needy, wrecked, aching for him.
He hummed against my skin. The vibration made my toes curl as he sucked, kissed, and bit one nipple through the thin fabric before switching to the other.
“You like that, pretty girl? Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he growled against my chest, pulling the lace down far enough to bare me completely. His eyes flicked up, meeting mine, waiting. Always giving me that space to say yes or no, even when everything in me screamed more.
I nodded. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His mouth wrapped around my nipple, tongue flicking, then sucking slowly and deeply. With his other hand, he pinched my peaked nipple. I was moaning and grinding my pussy against his bulge like I didn’t have control over my own body. And maybe I didn’t. Especially, not when his hand slipped between us, sliding inside my spandex shorts, claiming what he knew was his. Every touch, every breath—we fit perfectly like this. Raw and reckless and perfect.
“God, you’re soaked,” he groaned, his fingers sliding over my matching thong. “All this for me?” His eyes were blown black and staring into mine.
I nodded frantically and whimpered, rolling my hips into his hand.
He pushed the fabric aside, his fingers finally touching me where I needed him most. It could’ve been considered torture how slowly he dragged his fingers teasingly in between my labia. I gasped, legs trembling, my hands clutching his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping me grounded. He pulled them out of my underwear and shorts, then sucked them into his mouth, letting out a low groan.
“God. You taste better than I imagined.”
My already blushed cheeks burned hot as he spoke.
“Lie back,” he murmured, guiding me gently onto the blanket-lined truck bed, his body hovering over mine. “I wanna see all of you. Every reaction. Hear every fucking sound. Don’t hold back, pretty girl.” He said with a smirk.
Once I was comfortable, he made quick work of undoing my bralette, taking off my shorts, and panties. It wasn’t cold outside when I was in my hoodie, but being completely naked in the open air was a different story. I stopped focusing on the chilly night air when he spoke.
“Fucking hell. I imagined this moment so many fucking times, Wren.” He groaned, rubbing his dick through his jeans. “God, your cunt looks fucking edible. So wet for me.”
I gave him a flirtatious grin and batted my lashes. “So, Daddy, are you gonna eat?” I spread my legs apart, giving him a full view of my pussy.
He growled and adjusted himself between my legs. “Personally, I like to warm up my meal before I eat.”
I didn’t have a chance to reply before he was pushing his long middle finger into my wetness. My head fell back at the contact. He worked my entrance open and added another finger. His fingers didn’t stop moving, slow at first, then faster, curling just right, like he knew. He fucked me with his fingers on his right hand, and with his left, he used his thumb to circle my clit while applying a delicious amount of pressure to my lower abdomen with his palm.
I swear I died and went to heaven. My eyes fluttered shut as pleasure rolled through me like a wave. I was getting so close to coming.
“Eyes on me, Wren,” he whispered, lips brushing mine. “I want you to fall apart while looking at me.”
I looked into his eyes. He hit that spot deep within my cunt, and my eyes closed again while I practically screamed his name.
“Eyes on me,” Reed said again, voice thick and reverent.
I blinked up at him, dazed and open, every nerve ending sparking under his gaze. I couldn’t stop moaning. I had never felt anything this good. It was fucking euphoric. His fingers didn’t slow, stroking me with that perfect, maddening rhythm while his other hand cradled my face like I was something to be cherished. Worshiped.
“God, look at you,” he murmured. “So good for me, pretty girl. You don’t even know what you do to me, Wren.”
My hips jerked, and a loud, needy sound escaped my throat. He was watching my every twitch, every breath, like I was the only thing in the world.
“That’s it,” he whispered, lips brushing my jaw. “Let me hear you. Let me see what I do to my good girl.”
The praise hit me like a bolt. My pussy clenched, and I moaned without meaning to, fingers digging into his arms.
“You like that, don’t you?” His grin was slow and wicked, eyes gleaming. “Being called mine. Being told how good you are.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please—Reed?—”
“Shh,” he whispered, kissing my cheek, then my lips, slow and deep and possessive. “You don’t have to beg, baby. You don’t ever have to beg. You’ve got me. All of me.”
