30. Brandy

30

Brandy

M y head fell back against the cabinet behind me as Reed’s tongue lapped at my clit, flicking the sensitive bud. He pulled back as I moaned, spitting on my pussy and sending a wave of pleasure through me. One hand left my thigh to rub circles on my clit before sliding down my center.

“I want to see your eyes when I’m in you,” Reed growled, pausing at my entrance.

“You’re not inside me,” I stuttered, trying to catch my breath while he hesitated.

“Yet.” He dropped his hand to his side.

I finally looked down at him, panting. “What are you doing?”

“Keep those eyes on me, Little Devil.” His hand moved back to my center, sliding two fingers into my pussy. Instantly, my head fell back, my eyes closing at the fullness of just those two digits alone. He kept his fingers in me, but I felt some other part of him move right before a hand came around my neck, pinning me to the cabinet as he paused the movements of his fingers. My eyes flew open, finding him standing directly in front of me now.

“If you keep fighting me on this, I won’t let you come.” His hand tightened around my neck, but only enough to still allow me to breathe.

My lips pursed together as I inhaled through my nose. Removing one of my hands from the counter, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, gripping hard as I shoved his palm harder against my throat. “Don’t be soft now, Satan.”

His eyes darkened as he cut off my air, instantly pumping his fingers inside me. He hooked them, moving in and out at a punishing pace, his thumb brushing my clit with each pass. I kept my grip tight on his wrist, my mouth parting on a silent moan as ripples of pleasure flowed through me. Never once in my life did I think I’d be bared before Reed Bronson with one of his hands between my legs and the other around my throat, remnants of me coating his chin, but here I was, and I was fucking enjoying it.

Not just enjoying—fuck, I was melting into a puddle of bliss at his hand and reveling in the fact that he was just as rough in this as he was in other things. It made me wonder what it’d be like if he thoroughly fucked me and ruined me for anyone else.

No, that would never happen.

Just this once, and I’d be satisfied.

He let up on his hold on my neck, allowing me to breathe as he watched his fingers move in and out of me, soaked and glistening in the light. He moved his thumb from my neck, gliding it along my jaw to pull at my bottom lip. I angled my head forward to pull his thumb into my mouth, sucking it while my tongue curled around the end.

He grabbed my jaw, leaving his thumb in my mouth as my cheeks hollowed around it. I wanted him to know what he was missing and couldn’t have. Although, that was probably contradicting as his fingers were currently seated so far inside me, I’d likely feel him for days after this.

Pulling my face toward him with his grip on my jaw, he pressed his nose to mine as he added a third finger to my pussy. Another moan escaped me, the sound almost pained as I wanted more. Not just his fingers, but his cock. I was quickly realizing I wouldn’t be satisfied after this. I’d need him again, and again, and again.

I’d fucking beg if I had to.

“So fucking naughty for me.” Reed’s voice was rough, like he, too, knew he’d need more from me.

My teeth grazed the tip of his thumb, nipping the end as I dropped the hand around his wrist to the counter again. A smirk crested his mouth, and the look alone made my core tighten around his fingers, his other thumb pressing harder against my clit as he kept pumping in and out.

“Come for me, Little Devil. Show me how you let go,” he murmured before popping his thumb out of my mouth and stealing all the air from my lungs with a punishing kiss.

“It’s not going to be that easy for you,” I said into his mouth.

He pulled back, his gorgeous fucking eyes nearly making me melt. “I knew you were a needy girl, Brandy, but all you have to do is ask, and I’ll kneel before you.” Keeping to his word, he dropped to his knees, setting a hand on my knee to push my legs apart further. “Anytime,” he murmured before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking.

My mouth parted as a zing of electricity flowed through me.

He popped his mouth off. “Any day.”

He flattened his tongue, licking from the base of his fingers seated deep inside me to my sensitive bud.

“Anywhere.” His tongue speared me, flicking back and forth across my clit as I quickly lost it.

His words undid me as I clenched around his fingers. His free hand pried apart my thighs so he could continue his thrusts, eliciting moan after moan from me, my stomach pulsing, my mind spinning, and my world changing.

His tongue and fingers slowed as my orgasm ebbed, and he gently removed his fingers, running a wet trail up the inside of my thigh as I panted, my chest heaving.

Reed stayed on his knees, setting both hands on my thighs, almost like he was getting comfortable.

“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless as I looked down at him.

“Admiring what I did to you,” he stated, like he was checking the fucking weather.

I tried to close my legs, but he landed a slap to my thigh, keeping them open. Before I could protest, he moved his hands to my pussy again, spreading it as he dipped his head between my legs. With a flattened tongue, he licked me clean, and I nearly wanted to combust at the sensation.

What the fuck was happening right now?

Once he was satisfied, he stood up, placing both hands on my cheeks to pull my head to him. He planted a kiss on my mouth, his tongue slipping past my lips. I tasted myself on him, and fuck, if that didn’t turn me on.

Nearly breathless again, he took a step back, staring at me where I sat perched on the counter, bare from the waist down.

“I never would’ve thought it’d be like that with you,” he said, his eyes roaming over me.

I didn’t point out the fact that he was admitting he’d thought about this before. “Disappointed?”

He shook his head, his tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip, like he was savoring the taste of me still on him and already wanted more. “Hardly.”

I hopped down from the counter, bending to grab my panties and leggings and pull them on. “Good. Because that’s all you’re getting.” Even saying it fucking sucked. Why couldn’t I just give in to what I wanted without feeling guilty for it?

As I straightened, Reed stepped in front of me, grabbing my jaw. “Let me make this clear. You can avoid your emotions all you want, run from your feelings for fucking miles, but you are not going to stop what’s happening here.”

His eyes darted between mine before he let me go.

“I can do what I want,” I said.

He let out a half-assed chuckle. “Always so stubborn.”

I crossed my arms. “It’s what you’re signing up for if you want this.”

He shrugged, bending to grab my shoes and socks. He tapped my ankle, and against my better judgment, I lifted my foot.

“I’ll fuck it out of you eventually.”

My jaw dropped as he slipped my sock on. From his position, he looked up at me, smirking again. “Careful, Brandy. I’m hard as a fucking rock right now, and I won’t hesitate to fill that hole.”

I snapped my mouth shut, my cheeks flaming at the thought.

And the worst part was, I’d let him.

And I’d enjoy every minute of it.