Page 19 of The Temporary Fiancée
His palm cracks down on my ass, and I cry out as the sting blooms into heat that goes straight between my legs.
“Fuck!” I practically scream.
“You like that?”
I try to nod again, and the pinch of pain in my scalp only heightens the pleasure roaring through me. He spanks me again, giving me exactly the roughness I was asking for, and I clench hard around him in response, my entire body shaking, my fingers splayed across the bed.
“You’re such a dirty girl.” He chuckles, but he sounds like he’s as close to coming apart as I am. “Who knew? I had no idea, but I fucking love it.”
I can’t get my mouth to work well enough to respond to that, or to tell him that I’ve never been this dirty with anyone else. No one else has brought it out in me. But something about Reed’s obvious hunger for me, his filthy mouth and the way he doesn’t hold anything back, makes me feel free to not hold back either.
Keeping his hold on my hair, he runs his palm over the spot he spanked, soothing the sting away. Then he drops his handlower, sliding it around my hip to find my clit. His fingers strum over the little nub, and I drop my face into the pillow.
“Reed… oh my god, please don’t stop. I’m close.”
“I know you are. Come on my cock, baby. Give me number three.”
His fingers are relentless, and I’m coming before I’ve even realized it’s happening. Holy fuck, I can’t believe how incredible it feels to have a guy work my clit at the same time as he’s inside me, and I have a moment of disappointment for all the years I’ve wasted being too timid to just ask for this. Then all thoughts are wiped out of my mind by an orgasm that dwarfs the first two. I’m shaking with it, my arms giving out, my face pressed into the pillow as he keeps fucking me through it.
I expect him to follow, but he doesn’t. He keeps going, pulling me back up by the hair, his thrusts steady.
“Reed, I can’t.” I blink, turning to look at him over my shoulder. “I don’t think I can come again.”
He gives me a look, a smirk curving his lips. “You told me you couldn’t come like this at all, but we’ve already found out that’s not true, haven’t we? So give me one more. You can do it. I know you’ve got it in you.”
He readjusts and slows his pace, dragging it out until I’m shaking again. He alternates between deep, grinding strokes and shorter, faster ones, never letting me settle into a rhythm, and his fingers find my clit again. I whimper, hissing out a breath at how sensitive it is.
But still, against every rational thought, against everything I thought I knew about myself, I can feel a tiny flicker of heat gathering deep inside me again. My back is arched, my cheek pressed against the bed, and I close my eyes and justfeel. Reed keeps talking, low and filthy, telling me how good I feel and how he’s never going to forget the way I sound right now. And all the while, he keeps teasing my clit, working his way fromsofter touches to more demanding ones as I start to adjust to the pressure, coming down from the previous orgasm.
When the next climax finally hits, it doesn’t even feel like the others. It’s a slow build that rises into a huge crescendo, like a wave gathering strength before crashing over the shore.
“Fuck,” Reed grunts, his hips stuttering. His rhythm breaks, and he buries himself inside me from behind, one large hand grasping and massaging the globes of my ass as the other keeps up the onslaught on my clit.
He makes a sound that’s almost animalistic, and I wonder if his second orgasm of the night is more intense for him too. I didn’t even know guys could do that, and the feel of him rutting against me, grinding his hips against my ass as if he’s desperate to get even a fraction of an inch deeper, sends something hot spiraling through me. The rolling orgasm resets and starts all over again, number four turning into number five so smoothly that I can barely distinguish between them.
“Reed,” I whimper. “Fuck, fuck, I’m… you’re…”
“Goddamn,” he rasps, his body shuddering. “Is that five?”
I nod, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure finally crests and begins to recede. My knees give out, and I collapse onto my stomach as Reed’s sheathed cock slips out of me. He collapses on top of me for a second, both of us breathing hard, then rolls us onto our sides. My hair sticks to my face, my legs are useless, and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to walk straight in the morning.
He kisses my temple and then gets up to deal with the condom. It doesn’t take him long, the bed dips a moment later as he crawls back onto it beside me. I can barely catch my breath, my entire body boneless with satisfaction.
“Holy shit,” I manage to whisper.
He chuckles, pulling me against his chest. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree, although I’m not quite sure what words he was going to use. Honestly, I’m not sure there are words for what just happened between us.
I’m so fucked out and exhausted that my brain can’t latch on to the right superlatives for how good the sex was, and when Reed’s fingers start trailing lightly through my tangled hair, it’s only a matter of minutes before I pass out.
Chapter 5
Olivia
As I startto wake up, the first thing I notice is the slight headache and the soreness in my body. Immediately, I recognize the signs of a minor hangover.
My mind is blank, so it’s a miracle that the hangover is only minor. There’s a warm pressure from behind me, though, so I roll over to see who else is in my bed?—
