Page 58 of You Found Me in the Dark
Her fingers worked at my jeans, slow enough to tease, and when she finally freed my aching cock, she gasped.
“Holy shit, Reed? Seriously?” She looked at my throbbing dick then back at my face, mouth still agape. “How the fuck am I supposed to take this? Let alone give you a blow job?”
Her shock was a massive ego boost. I laughed, taking in her expression. “I think my good girl can handle it.” I ran a hand through her messy hair.
She blew out a breath and mumbled, “Here goes nothing.”
Her hand wrapped around my base with a gentleness that alone almost undid me. She started by licking my shaft from base to tip and stopping at the head to suck on it. She swirled her tongue around my tip, tasting my precum, causing me to moan.
She looked me dead in the eyes and spat right on my cock. Fuck, that was filthy and so hot. She stroked me again before taking my cock halfway into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks. She bobbed her head up and down on my shaft, her eyes watering.
“Fucking hell, Wren—just like that,” I hissed through my teeth, eyes fluttering shut. My hands flew to her hair, and my hips jerked beneath her.
She moved with purpose, switching between sucking me down and licking the head, all while stroking the half of me she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She was dragging me to the edge withnothing but her hands and her mouth and that sweet, wicked look in her eyes when she glanced up and asked, “Like that, daddy?”
“Yeah,” I breathed, voice ragged. “Just like that, baby. You’re perfect. God, I love that filthy mouth of yours.”
After I said that, Wren sucked me down to the base, gagging three times before pulling back slowly. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, eyes dark and hooded as she crawled back up my naked body and straddled me. Her palms planted on my chest, and I could feel the warmth coming off of her pussy.
My hands gripped her hips. “Wait,” I managed, breathless. “Shouldn’t I grab a condom?”
She shook her head, leaning in close, her mouth inches away from my ear. “I have an IUD. And I was tested six months ago and haven’t been with anyone since,” she whispered.
“I was tested at my last physical around two months ago, and I haven’t done anything with anyone since then.”
She nodded. “I want to feel you, Reed.”
Something primal flickered in my chest, flaring hot and instant. I had gone bare only a couple of times since losing my virginity, but it was a rarity. Plus, I’d never come in a woman’s pussy before.
“Fuck, Wren.” My voice came out rough, like the words scratched my throat on the way out. “You’re gonna let me cu?—”
She didn’t let me finish my question. Wren just slipped the tip between her wetness and put the head in. She moaned loudly and continued to sit on my dick. She sank onto me in one slow, aching slide. For her just voicing her concerns about being able to make me fit, she took me so fucking well.
My head fell back with a guttural sound I couldn’t contain.Her heat, her tightness—it stole the breath straight from my lungs.
“You feel—God, baby—so fuckin’ perfect,” I groaned, hands tightening on her hips like I was holding on for dear life. She was going to have bruises. I felt like I was gasping for air. “Taking me so well, Wren. You were made for this.”
She moved—slow at first—and my eyes locked on hers.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “Riding my thick cock. God, you’re such a good girl, baby. Ride me, baby, let me watch your tits bounce.”
Her breath hitched and her eyes widened. She nodded, barely. She adjusted her position, taking me deeper and riding me faster.
“Fuck Reed. I’m so full. You’re fucking huge.” She spoke in between moans.
I dragged my thumb across her lower lip. “You want me to fill you up, huh? Want all of me?”
She gave a soft sound—desperate and sweet—and moved even faster. I needed more. I needed to pound her sweet cunt. I gripped her hips again and met her thrust for thrust. The sound of skin slapping and echoing in the woods was absolutely obscene. Her head was thrown back, and she was mumbling incoherent sentences. Fuck, she’s everything.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I groaned. “That’s my girl. I can feel how close you are, baby. Fucking take what you need. Come all over my cock. Make a mess of me, Wren.”
Everything blurred—her body, her breathy moans, the way she clenched around me with each thrust. My whole world tunneled down to this moment. Her. Me. The way we fit together like we’d been made for it.
“You’re taking me so well. So fucking deep,” I whispered, voice wrecked. “I could stay buried inyou forever.”
Her hands slid up my chest, fingers splayed like she was trying to hold on to the moment, to me. Her eyes returned to mine, not looking away even as her hips rocked in that quick, deliberate rhythm that made my brain short-circuit.
“Reed…” she breathed, voice hoarse from all the loud moaning. “You feel so good. So deep. I can feel every part of you.”
