Chapter 8

8

VALERIE

R eed wants me to run away with him. Is it crazy for me to say yes?

Maybe it’s the intoxicating lust filling the air that sways my judgment. Or maybe it’s just the man clutching onto me with such fierce intensity, so eager and desperate for a chance at having me, that muddles my mind and makes me want to succumb to his whim.

A choked noise burbles from the back of Reed’s throat. He snaps to my neck, nibbling and gnawing at the tender flesh with light bites as he ascends to my ear. I snap my head back to expose more of my skin, and Reed wastes no opportunity to let his mouth and tongue do whatever they please.

Reed wastes no time. His tongue finds the groove of my neck as he walks forward and presses me against the wall for support. Strong hands grope my ass and spread my cheeks while the massive slab of meat dangling between his legs finds its place between my thighs. The cotton barrier of his pants doesn’t stop his head from grazing and prodding my hole.

A gasping squeal fights its way out of my mouth, and Reed responds with a satisfied groan. His hot breath tickles my skin, raw and tender from how he ravaged it so freely with his mouth.

“If you’re making those noises and I’ve barely touched you…” Reed thrusts his erection against my desperate pussy again. This time, I moan freely, releasing the pent-up sounds I fought to hide. “Imagine what you’re going to sound like when I destroy your perfect cunt.”

The vulgarity of Reed’s words sends me over the edge. This isn’t the man who preached to me on Sunday but the demon he fought so hard to tame. A lust-fueled monster starving for sin. And as much as I hate to admit it, I want this beast to destroy me.

Reed presses his hips into me, using them to pin me against the wall. While I’m stuck, I feel his burning hot fingertips lower on my ass until it wraps around my soaking wet panties. Feeling my juices coating the fabric, Reed mutters fuck but doesn’t stop his movement.

His hand slides between my panties and peels the thin material away from my skin. The movement tickles my sex and forces my hips to jerk forward. His throbbing cock glides against my skin, striking my clit, and sheer pleasure washes over my entire body.

“That’s it, baby. Lose yourself,” Reed whispers, thrusting his hips even harder. Again, his cock presses against my clit, and I can’t hold back the eruption of moans that break from my lips.

I tighten my grip around his shoulders, my hands grabbing at handfuls of his hair while Reed continues his thrusting. Each pump inspires another wave of bliss to erupt from my core and pulse through every fiber of my being. The fingers that found their way under my panties glide between my folds, threatening to enter with every motion of Reed’s body.

And then it happens. With one final thrust, Reed’s thick cock squeezes against my clit, while his index finger slides into me. The single digit is enough to fill me up, and the wild sensations are only enhanced as the second forces its way inside.

The vast wave of pleasure from his fingers alone drives me crazy. My mind goes blank, my body becomes desperate, and I can’t control myself. I start bouncing up and down, the slickness of my pussy enough lubrication to make Reed’s fingers thrust in and out of me. He lets me ride his two thick digits until I’m clawing at the edge of orgasmic relief.

That’s when he stops me. Using his hand on my ass to hold me tight, Reed starts gyrating his fingers inside me. He moves slowly to start while loud rumbles burble inside of his chest. It doesn’t take long for him to lose control. The slow rotations become faster, his steady wrist begins to move up and down, and soon enough, he’s pumping his fingers in and out of me with an intensity that builds a warm fire inside my belly.

“Fuck, Reed, that feels so good,” I fight the words out between my gasping moans. A wicked grin stretches over Reed’s face.

“I’m going to make you cum on my fingers before you have a chance at my cock,” Reed says. And though I don’t believe it’s the reason he said it, those words send me over the edge.

I lose control of my body. My grip loosens around Reed’s shoulders, and if he’s not pressing me against the wall, I’ll fall to the floor. His hand continues bobbing up and down, shaking every part of my body with fierce intentions.

Reed’s eyes lock onto my breasts, and his hungry tongue runs along the length of his lips. He can’t stop himself from burying his face into my cleavage, lapping at the tender skin while he finger-fucks me.

A cacophony of wailing moans escapes me while the fire in my belly swells outward. Heat rises to my cheeks while cool liquid trickles down my thighs. My breathing hastens. The knot in my tummy tightens. And in a sudden explosion of absolute euphoria, every nerve in my body awakens in pure delight. The world around me melts away until there’s nothing left. Only him and me.

Reed’s rhythmic pumping comes to a slow decline until he slides his glistening fingers out of me. He holds them up, golden eyes locking onto the digits. And with a devilish smile cracking his lips, he presses them into my mouth. Lost in ecstasy and lust, I lick myself off him, the sweet taste filling my tastebuds and Reed’s pained groan tickling my ears.

“Let me have a taste,” Reed murmurs, pulling his fingers from my mouth. He uses the hand to pin my head against the wall, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

I let my hands run down his body, grabbing his well-toned ass while our mouths have their exchange. He sets me down on the ground again, and even as he steps back to part from our kiss, his hands never break away from my hips.

“You’re incredible.” Those are the only words that find their way out of me.

“I barely had to do anything at all.” Reed winks, and my heart melts into my tummy.

“Then how about you show me what happens when you do touch me?” I say. I lift my hands up his ass and get a firm hold of his waistband.

With one tug, I sink them to the floor, and his enormous cock bounces free from its confines. It’s thick, throbbing, and veiny. My heart flutters at the thought of his thick girth penetrating me, destroying me.

“Do you like what you see?” Reed asks after a short pause. “You haven’t blinked since you took it out.”

I look up at him, nodding my head. “I love it.”

“Good. That’s how it should be,” Reed says. “It’s the only cock you’re going to have from now on, so I’m glad it’s to your liking.”

While he speaks, Reed’s hands move up my body and stop on the straps of my bustier. He unties them gently, but that’s as far as the delicate nature goes. He grabs the bottom of the corset, and with a hard tug, he pulls it down and exposes my breasts.

“Fuck,” he groans, unable to control his animalistic urges.

He buries his face in my breasts again, but this time, he’s not licking at the mound of flesh. Instead, the tip of his tongue finds my nipples. While his tongue plays with my tits, his hands get to work shedding my lower layers.

I giggle at the ticklish sensations against my chest but gasp deep breaths at the feeling of his hands working.

That’s when it hits me. It’s going to happen. This is a preamble for the main show. He’s gotten me worked up, hot and bothered, and now he will take me. The tickles against my chest turn to fierce desire, the heat of his mouth lighting another fire in my core.

Reed Murphy is going to fuck me.

With shaky, nervous breaths, I crumble into him and lock my mouth to his. My fingers run through his thick, black mane. I tighten my grip and pull his head back. Reed doesn’t fight it. My free hand drops between our bodies, and I get a firm grip on the base of his cock. His head is wet from prodding against my hole, and I start stroking back and forth over his member.

“Ah, fuck,” Reed moans, and his legs buckle under my touch. I take the moment to regain composure and the sense of control I had when I arrived. I watch him crumble to my touch, his body shaking and rattling with every stroke.

“Does that feel good?” I coo, taking a step back to create distance between us. I want to see it. Watch as his body rattles and his cock throb in my palm. If it wasn’t going to happen inside me, I’d want to see his hot seed shoot from the tip of his cock and cover me in its warmth.

Reed hums his yes, pressing a hand into the wall to steady himself.

“Then imagine how amazing it’s going to feel inside my pussy,” I say in a sultry whisper.

I can see the shift in his eyes—from calm and subdued to my touch to animalistic and intense. Reed throws a hand behind my neck and clutches onto it. He pulls me into him. His erection stabs against my belly, and our mouths meet in a fiery explosion. His free hand finds its way down to my ass, and he squeezes against it while he leads me backward through a door until the back of my knees buckle against his bed.

“That filthy tongue of yours is going to get you in trouble,” Reed says, dropping to his knees on the bed.

He takes a firm hold of my ankles and spreads my legs apart. He sinks lower until his throbbing head is knocking at my entrance through the soaked silk.

“Then you’re going to hate what I say next,” I whisper between my moans. Reed kisses my ankles and thighs while his golden orbs stare at me side-eyed.

I shove my hands down my body. One hand finds the base of Reed’s throbbing erection, while the other parts my panties again.

“I can’t wait for your massive cock to split me in half.”

I tug his cock, gliding the tip between my folds and getting him soaked.

“Your girth stretching me out . . .”

I don’t give him a moment to process my words. As soon as he’s sufficiently lubed with my juices, I ram his tip inside of me, and we both let out an exasperated moan in unison. Reed releases my legs. He pounds his fists into the bed next to my head to steady himself.

“I want your hot seed splashed inside my womb,” I finish when I’ve caught my breath.

Reed tries to steady himself with a deep, long breath, but I don’t allow him the opportunity. I buck my hips, and his cock penetrates deeper inside of me. His arms twitch and flex while a raspy moan leaves his lips.

He presses his hips down, sinking his cock lower and lower until my hungry cunt has devoured the entire length. I scream at the overwhelming sensations tickling every sensitive nerve ending.

I tilt my head downward, inspecting his body until I reach the center, where his manhood is fully engulfed by me. He can’t speak. Hell, I can’t even tell if Reed’s breathing anymore. He’s fighting his own sensations, breathing unsteadily as his hips begin to move.

His veiny erection throbs inside me. Every thrust comes with a bounce that tickles my walls.

“You feel amazing,” Reed’s raspy voice barely manages to get the words out.

I can’t speak even though I want to. Every movement of Reed’s hips brings forward an intense wave of pleasure. The sensation of him inside my walls builds a tight pressure in my core. Such a familiar feeling, yet so different with him inside of me. The first stirrings of a climax, but one I’ve never experienced before.

Reed regains some control of himself, standing upright on his knees. One hand sinks to my hips, digging into my skin to get a firm grip, while the other squeezes my breast and pinches my nipple.

I expect him to thrust harder and faster, lose control, and break me the way I so eagerly want to be broken. He doesn’t. Holding me firmly, he thrusts in long, hard bursts. Slow and steady, while those golden eyes lock with mine.

“You’re mine now, Valerie,” his words are stern. “Do you understand?”

He slides his girth out of me until only the tip is left inside.

“I’m not the kind of man who likes to share.” Reed teases me, flexing his cock and letting the head tickle my hole. “And no one but me will ever touch this pussy again.”

With those words, he thrusts himself deep inside of me.

A feverish moan fights its way from deep within my chest and bursts out of my mouth. His words, his actions—everything about him is so fucking hot.

“I’m yours,” I scream between gleeful delight. “Yours and yours alone.”

My admission sends Reed into a wild frenzy. He clutches onto my waist with both hands and hoists my ass off the bed.

“You better fucking believe it,” Reed groans.

Using the leverage he created, Reed pulls my body into his with every thrust. His cock slides out before smashing into me with long, sharp motions. He never breaks his eyes away from mine. Not even as his calm breathing becomes frantic and intense. Not while his muscles flex and his body tightens. Not even as he tears an orgasm from my core and my walls tighten around his thick member.

I twist and shuffle on the bed. Noises leave my lips, and my head snaps from side to side while Reed fucks me.

“You love my cock destroying your tight cunt, don’t you?” Reed roars. “Filling you up and breaking you down.”

“I do.” Short breaths make my words come out weaker than I intend. “I love your cock splitting me in half. I love how you use me like a fuck doll. Don’t stop, I’m about to cum.”

“Christ,” Reed shouts. He must’ve noticed the first one, but hearing me admit that he’s the reason I’m reaching orgasm breaks him. His hips move faster, bucking with fierce intensity. His grip tightens again, and he holds my ass in the air like it’s nothing.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock,” he groans. “I want to feel it while I fill your belly.”

Reed’s thick muscle rattles against my walls in erratic spasms. His breathing is loose and wild, and his hands and arms shake while they hold me up. I buck my hips against him while he pounds into me. The tension in my core grows tighter and tighter, like a coiling spring, until finally, it breaks.

An intense ripple runs a hot current through my body, and an explosion of my liquid drips from my pussy and over Reed’s cock. It sends him into a cum-hungry frenzy. A thunderous roar explodes from somewhere deep inside him as he pulls me tightly into his cock. His golden eyes shimmer as his face twists and contorts in absolute pleasure.

There’s no pause between my release and the sensation of Reed’s hot load spilling inside of me. The roar continues even as he crumbles on top of me, burying his face in my tits and trying to regain any sense of composure.

Our bodies remain interlocked. A tangled mass of messy, wet limbs sprawled out over his bed.

I am his.

And I wouldn’t want it any other way.