“Now it’s my turn,” he growls, and crawls toward me.

Chapter Fifteen

Reece

 

Macey’s working my cock like a stripper works a pole.

I can’t believe how fast she brings me to the brink of losing control. Our first time in my playroom, I convinced myself that it was just some teenage fantasy, that she didn’t really hold this power over me. And then she touched me and I almost embarrassed myself. There’s just something about her; there always has been. And now, finally, I get to make her mine.

Staring down, I watch as her full mouth takes my cock, her saliva coating me, her tongue tracing the vein that runs down the length. She’s sexy as hell doing this, but I want more.

I grip her arms and tug her up. She’s dazed and disoriented when I toss her onto the waiting mattress. “Now it’s my turn.”

As I crawl toward her, Macey starts to push her panties down her hips until I stop her.

“Don’t tell me you’re resurrecting your old rule about these staying on,” she huffs.

I smirk. “For old time’s sake. Humor me, Pancake.”

She pouts and is about to protest when I rip a hole in the center of her panties, exposing her bare cunt, glistening beautifully with her wetness. It’s a pretty sight.

“What are you doing?” She rises on her elbows to peer down at me and her now-ruined underwear with a hole in the center.

“Something I should have done a long time ago.” It’s the truth. I should have made love to her all those years ago and made her mine.

Leaning over her on the bed, I bring my nose to her pussy and inhale. Macey squirms. “You smell so fucking good.” My cock swells even more. Then I take her clit in my mouth and suck.

She curses and thrusts her hands into my hair, her hips lifting to match the movement of my tongue.

Dragging my tongue up and down her wet center, I find a rhythm that makes her cry out. I know she won’t last long, and that’s fine with me, because my cock aches so bad, it’s weeping. Macey pants and arches her back. Her cries are getting more desperate, and I want to push her over the edge. Easing one finger inside her, I curl it upward and stroke the spot I know will set her off. Her fingernails rake against my scalp, and I give her clit a tiny nip with my teeth.

She comes hard, grinding herself against my face without shame. I love how she takes her pleasure so unapologetically. A lot of women want to be dainty and well-mannered about it, but Macey is loud. She curses and pulls my hair, and I fucking love that about her. Watching her lose control is my new favorite thing. I need to make her do that over and over again. But not right now, because if I don’t get inside her in the next minute, I might explode.

She’s lying on her back with her dark hair spilling over my pillow, her breasts rising and falling with each sharp breath. And her white, lacy panties are torn in the perfect spot. If I hadn’t been so afraid to get close to her, this is where I would have brought her that first night. To my bed, where we can curl together afterward and sleep.

I kneel between her parted knees. Just knowing that I’m about to feel her for the first time without a barrier of protection between us, it’s indescribable. My heart is just as exposed. This will change everything, and the way she’s looking up at me with those stunning blue eyes of hers, I know she can feel it too. The electricity in the air around us is filled with anticipation and desire and love.

I plant one hand on her hip, and the other traces whisper-soft circles on her inner thigh. Her legs fall open, exposing her to me.

Part of me wants to take my time and savor this, and the other part of me is screaming at me to get inside her as quickly as possible.

Leaning closer, I touch the head of my cock to her opening, and Macey flinches. Her reaction is unexpected. “Just try and breathe for me, okay?”

“Will it fit?” she asks, her voice soft.

“It’ll fit,” I promise her.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, frowning before she says, “I’ve never been with anyone as big as you before.”

Her words should fill me with male pride, but she looks genuinely worried. My brows draw together, and I’m filled with concern. “Be still okay?”

She gives a quick nod.

It feels a little strange, examining her this way, but I want her to be ready for this, and not apprehensive. Bringing two fingers to her opening, I slowly push them inside. My hands are large, but my cock will be much thicker. Her pussy is tight around my fingers, but she stretches for me. “How does that feel?”

She moans, and her expression changes from worry to pleasure.

I work my fingers in and out until I feel her on the brink of another orgasm.

“Baby, if I don’t get inside you soon . . .” I grip the base of my cock and squeeze. Macey’s eyes zero in on the movement and she groans.

“Yes, please. Inside me. I’m ready,” she moans.

Gripping my shaft, I bring the head of my cock to her opening. Macey watches me with wide eyes. And fuck, I can’t take my eyes off of her either.

I consider removing the torn remnants of her panties, but something in me likes the nostalgia. Plus, it’s pretty fucking hot seeing the torn hole in her panties allows me just enough room to fit the head of my dick against her.

With each thrust, I press into her just a little deeper.

She groans and grips my thighs, her fingers fighting for something to hold on to.

I can’t imagine how this feels for her, but for me, it’s incredible. She fits around me as tight as a glove. “Breathe,” I say. “Just a little bit more.”

Putting my hands under her ass, I spread her. She’s stretched to her limit, but it fits. I grind against her, burying myself balls deep, and Macey whimpers.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

She nods, her eyes squeezed closed.

“Look at me.”

When she opens them, two endless pools of blue latch onto mine.

“Just stay with me, okay?”

She nods again, this time watching my movements as I push my cock in and out of her. Now she’s soaking wet, and I slide in and out with ease.

Done being gentle, I pound into her again and again, knowing if I’m not careful, I’ll fuck her raw. I need to show some restraint, but all my perfect control is gone. Macey writhes beneath me, matching my thrusts with her pelvis angled toward mine to take as much of me as she can.

It’s better than I ever could have imagined.

The pressure is incredible. The sensation is like a warm, wet hug. When I bring my hand to her clit and massage her there again, her inner muscles clench down around me.

This is it. Macey bites her lip and closes her eyes.

“No way,” I tell her. “Open them. Let me watch you come.”

With another slow, deep drive within her, I feel Macey begin to come. Her body trembles, and she cries out as pleasure over takes her.

Her pussy grips me, sucking at me, and I couldn’t pull away right now if my life depended on it.

Her release triggers my own. She milks me, my come coming in long spurts inside her. I’ve never come inside a woman before without a condom, and it’s by far the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. I love that I shared it with Macey.

Leaning down, I kiss her temple and hug her body close to mine. “I love you,” I whisper.

Her breathing stops for a moment, as though she’s surprised, and then she takes in a breath and whispers, “I love you too.”

Chapter Sixteen

Reece

 

“There’s just one thing I still don’t understand,” I say, watching Macey. She and I are standing in the lounge of the club, enjoying a cocktail together. It’s Saturday night, and the sexual energy swamping the room is palatable.