Page 57 of You Found Me in the Dark
His forehead rested against mine as he slid his fingers deeper, curling them with practiced ease. I felt the pressure building again, sharp and blinding and so, so close.
“I love watching you like this,” he rasped, voice unraveling. “So perfect, so beautiful when you come apart.”
“Fuck. Wren, your pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight. Come for me, pretty girl. Give me everything.” He readjusted between my legs, his fingers not missing a beat, and dropped his mouth down to my clit.
He sucked on my clit hard, and my body arched, breath catching on a sharp gasp. “Oh—Reed—” I choked out, my voice breaking on the edge of a moan. His tongue circled my clit as I practically fucked myself onto his fingers. It felt too good. A string of curse words left my mouth, and I could feel him smile against me.
“Fuck, Wren, you taste amazing. So fucking sweet.” Reed mumbled against my sensitive skin.
My thighs tightened around his head and hand as the pressure inside me finally snapped. A strangled cry tore from my throat—raw, breathless, and uncontrollable. My fingers fisted in his hair, holding on like I’d fall through the earth without him.
“Ah—oh my God—fuuuucckkk,” I whimpered, my voice slipping into something higher, softer, as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. I couldn’t quiet myself. Couldn’t think past the sharp gasps and breathy, broken moans tumbling from my lips. He removed his fingers quickly and continued eating me out through my orgasm. He sucked my labia into his mouth, causing me to scream out his name. While I was coming down, he practically cleaned me up with his tongue. And after it all, I still heard him—low and steady, grounding me even after I unraveled.
“Good girl,” he whispered while peppering kisses to the inside of my thighs. “That’s it. You did so well for me.”
I finally had the strength to sit up on my elbows. I was breathless when I said, “I hope you’re full.” I laughed, dropping back down onto the makeshift bed.
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Ididn’t think anything could undo me faster than Wren falling apart beneath my hands—but seeing her like that? Eyes squeezed shut, mouth parted on a fucking scream that sounded like it had been dragged out of her soul, her body trembling as she came completely undone. That was it. That was the image that would haunt me—in the best damn way—for the rest of my life. I didn’t even have a daddy kink until now.
“Jesus, Wren…” I whispered, still catching my breath, my voice rough. I was one moan away from coming in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
She was glowing. Not just from the heat still clinging to her skin, or the flush high on her cheeks—but from the look in her eyes when she opened them and stared at me like I’d just given her the sun, moon, and stars.
Then, to my complete surprise, she mimicked my position, rolled up onto her knees, and reached for the waistband of my jeans and tugged, not urgently, but purposefully. Her palmssmoothed up under my shirt and over my toned stomach, slow and warm, like she wanted to memorize my body by touch alone.
“Your turn,” she said, voice low, sounding almost shy.
“Wren—” I started, but she shook her head, already switching our positions and pushing gently at my chest until I gave in and let her ease me back against the pillows and blankets in the truck bed.
“You always take care of me,” she said. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
My chest ached in a whole new way—like she wasn’t just touching my body but something deeper. She leaned down, lips grazing mine with more heat than softness this time, her hands moving with a confidence that told me exactly what she wanted: to wreck me.
She climbed over me, slow and sure, her knees on either side of my hips. My hands instinctively went to her thighs, gripping her like I needed proof she was real.
Wren leaned down, her lips brushing mine—not just kissing, but claiming me.
She moaned into my mouth, “You’re right. I do taste pretty good.”
I swear I almost blew my load right there. Her hands slid under my shirt and pushed it up, and I sat up just long enough to yank it over my head. The air between us sparked like a live wire.
She kissed down my neck, across my chest, her mouth warm and soft. I sucked in a sharp breath when she bit lightly at my ribs.
“Jesus, pretty girl,” I groaned, my hand tangling in her hair. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
She looked up at me then, eyes dark, lips parted, and that expression—full of focus, care, and hunger—it about broke me in half.
She moved down, her touch everywhere, and my hips instinctively shifted up, needing more.
“You look so good like this,” I murmured, voice wrecked. “Taking control. Take what you need from me.”
“Oh, I plan to,” she whispered, almost too quiet to hear.
She peppered kisses down my abs while rubbing her hands up my sides, down to my thighs. I groaned again, deeper this time. “You’re driving me crazy, baby. Touch me—please.”
