Reign on Me

by Zoe Devereaux

  There was hardly any innocence in his touch, she moaned softly, writhing on the bed as he massaged her calves. Each stroke was a dangerous warning of the pleasurable assault that was about to come. Through thinly-slit lids, she watched him, absorbing both the visual and physical play upon her body.

  A soft gasp left her as he closed a hand about each ankle. Then, slowly and gently, he tugged her half-clad form towards the end of the bed. When her hips were at the very end of the mattress, he was satisfied at her position. Bending slightly, he slid a hand between her closed thighs and nudged them apart. Yet, his hungered look warned that it was hardly the end of their sexual pursuit.

  She shivered uncontrollably.

  Though the panty clothed her sex, she still felt the cool caress of the air. Yet, it did little to cool the fire inside of her. Now, it raged out of control and there was no containing it. As he knelt down on the floor before her, she understood his intentions. She released a strangled sound of need. “Christopher---”

  “Yes, sweet baby, say my fucking name again. You know that I like it when you do,” he breathed raggedly, positioning himself until he was between her legs. Then, clutching her badly trembling thighs with his large hands, he pinned them to the bed. “I’m the only man that you will think about.”

  And he was, she thought dazed, lying still as his fingers hooked each side of the panty. As he tugged on the delicate undergarment, she lifted her hips, allowing him to peel them from her body. Once he’d dropped the panty to the floor, he grasped her shaky knees before spreading her thighs widely apart.

  “All day long, I’ve been thinking about mouth-fucking you,” he revealed softly, stealing her passion-drugged gaze again. His words were a hoarse whisper. “Did you like it the last time?”

  She nearly bucked off the bed as his hand closed about her mons. “Y-yes,” she stammered breathlessly, biting her lip, and forced herself to hold his gaze. But, as he hunched his hand against it, her eyes fluttered closed on a deep moan. Somehow, though, the low words slipped through her lips. “I---I liked it.”

  Sucking in a ragged breath, he trailed his fingers through the fine pubic hairs before stroking her mons in an upward and downward sweep. Her soft pants only encouraged him further as he applied more pressure.

  “Liar---you loved it, and so did I.”

  His breaths were unsteady as he leaned closer, only to stop when his mouth hovered a few scant inches away from her wet heat. “Do you know how many times I jacked off last night? So many that I lost fucking count. My own cock doesn’t even belong to me anymore because of you.” His hot breath fanned her outer lips. “Even after you were gone, I was haunted. Like a raged madman, I bolted from the club. But, the scent of you…the taste of you…the feel of you…it tortured me to the very end. It was only until the dawning hours that I found a little peace.”

  His words had the right effect.

  They drove her further crazed.

  She thrust her hips upward. Yet, it did little to appease the throbbing pleasurable ache. “Christopher…please…I need you.”

  “And I need you, and I’m going to start by kissing these lips,” he breathed roughly and planted an open-mouthed kiss against her outer labia. Then, taking two fingers, he parted the thin lips, and already, wet sticky moisture swathed her insides. A satisfied growl left him at his finding. “The anatomy of a woman’s body has always fascinated me; for while those lips are sweet, they hide a precious treasure---one that is more sensitive to the touch and so damn much sweeter.”

  A deep spasm of need lanced her as his tongue swept inside and laved her inner labia. Any word, any thought---it died on her lips within that very moment. Slowly, with his tongue, he tasted the thin slit, and his scandalous assault splintered her apart.

  Her fast pants escaped through her lungs like short bursts of air. Yet, the sound of her restricted breathing only fueled the sexual energy.

  Against her hot wetness, he growled her name, and her untimely destruction was delivered as he buried two fingers inside her heat. Mouth gaped opened wide, her back arched like a tight bow, yet no sound escaped past her lips. The pleasure was so great that she had to attend to it both mentally and physically.

  Rising up on both elbows, panting hard and fast, she bucked her hips forward and chased the wild madness. Her cries were so wild and desperate. She lost semblance of herself and reality. The siren…the dangerous creature that breathed behind the walls of her virtue…she finally broke past the boughs of her inhibitions.

  She demanded center stage, chasing the sinful and damning pleasurable danger that he offered.

  He sensed her very presence.

  Eagerly, he fed the fury, stroking her insides faster with both his tongue and fingers.

  The pleasure inside her peaked. Her sharp and violent orgasm nearly split her into. Sobbing his name wildly, she let go.

  Her sweat-glistened body stiffened, and then jerked against the bed. As it did, he tightened his hold and clenched her hips firmly as the spasms racked through her.

  Like a torrential flood, her release came.

  She cried out his name.

  Weakened, satiated, depleted, she collapsed on the bed. But, he wasn’t through yet, she sobbed raggedly, watching as he rose. She’d yet to recover from her sexually-frenzied state as he bent over her, and his large shadowed form blocked out the dim light. As his head dropped low, he stole her lips, tonguing her deep in an open-mouthed kiss, and forced her to taste her sweet madness.

  It wasn’t a taste like any other, she mulled, dazed, falling further into their dark pleasurable world. His tongue thrust against hers, and again, the feelings were intensely maddening and satisfying.

  Murmuring intelligibly, he flicked the bra’s front clasp and freed her plump breasts. Her loud gasps became more audible and pleading as he palmed both of the round globes in his hands.

  She curled her arms around his nape as he lifted her from the bed. Then, as he stood to his full stature, she wrapped her legs around him. Still, though, as he walked, they didn’t break from the tongue-thrashing kiss.

  They reached the side of the bed.

  Releasing his firm hold, he let her slide down his hard body. But, as he moved to pull back, she demanded more as she kissed him again.

  A hard groan left him before he crushed her to him. Then, breathless seconds later, he tore his lips away from hers. “I want you so fucking much,” he sighed hard, fighting to reel in his gut reactions, and then kissed her forehead gently. “But, I want this moment to be right for you. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

  “I’ll never regret this,” she whispered softly and raised her eyes to his. “…and what’s happening between us. It’s right. Deep down, I know that. And all I want now---”

  She dropped her eyes, unsure if she should say more. If she voiced what she wanted, would it turn him away?

  He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. “No secrets, remember.”

  Her soft confession slipped out. “All I want to do is touch you. I want to know how you feel.”

  His silence said everything.

  He caught her hands before positioning them against his body. But, as soon as he did, he dropped his. It was obvious that he was intent that her exploration would be her personal discovery.

  Mesmerized, lost, she curved her hands along his broad shoulders before sliding them down his chest. A new boldness filled her as she flattened her hands against his skin. As her eyes roamed over him, she memorized the very sight of him. Every fine line and ridge was smooth except for the light thinly ridged scar just beneath his left breastbone.

  She pressed her swollen lips there on the puckered flesh, and his hard body bucked against hers. A blatant wantonness seized her as she outlined the scar with the tip of her tongue.

  Though he fought to show restraint, his harsh breathing belied his very efforts. As she worked her mouth further down his body, his careful control snapped. “Princess,” he rasped hoarsely, clasping the
back of her head, and held her there.

  His needy reaction spurred her on.

  Her hands descended further, on down the flat planes of his taut abdomen. When they reached his waistband, she halted her movements.

  It was then that she looked at him.

  Their gazes clung as she unsnapped the button on his gray trousers. As she slid the zipper down, she forgot to breathe. For now, she’d found the source of his fire and the very cause of her own distress.

  This fascinating creature…

  The male whore known as Reign…

  The sexy lone wolf that tugged at her heartstrings and maddened her beyond reason…

  As she breathed him in, her senses became scattered. Her voodoo lover---he was everything.

  A true captivation…

  An unwavering obsession…

  A dark uprising…

  A sinful pleasure…

  A potent, intoxicating, and addictive drug…

  He’d taken her to an unbelievable high…

  As he closed a hand about hers, his eyes darkened. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

  “Yes.”

  If she thought the moment intense before, she was wrong. In a millisecond, she finally realized the gravity of their situation.

  They were about to become one.

  An unholy silence gripped the room, and they both silently acknowledged the impending arrival of pure gut-wrenching sexual pleasure.

  Her mouth parted in a surprised gasp as he slipped her hand inside his briefs. Rather than doing anything more, he waited for her reaction.

  A vivid fascination seized her.

  She’d never touched a man’s privates before. Certainly, not many men were as well-endowed as he was, she mulled with startling realization, and closed her hand firmly about his engorged penis.

  And oh, she inhaled a fractured breath, he was all hot, smothering heat.

  Beneath her innocent touch, his cock was hard, and there was something erotically thrilling about touching it. A different kind of sensation pulsated through her body, and if she’d thought it impossible to become needy again…needy enough to come…she was wrong.

  The same fire lit her now.

  The fire whenever he mouth-fucked her…

  Finger-fucked her until she was dead-crazed…

  It lapped her body now.

  Slowly, she rubbed her hand along the hard, ridged length, and then, she touched the rounded base at the end, she was rewarded with a touch of slick moisture. Watching him, she wiped the wetness along his shaft, and there was something dangerously potent about the feel of him now. As she did, he let out a strained hiss.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked innocently, staring up at him, tightening her hold on his cock. But, her gesture only made his features tighten further, and it seemed that he fought to breathe normally. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, the last fucking thing that I want you to do is stop. And the hurt, it’s a good hurt,” he whispered, seizing a sharp breath, and then, slipped a hand inside his briefs along with hers. “It’s just that when you touch a man like that, you have to be prepared for a reaction.” He stepped dangerously closer, and their new proximity only drove her insanity higher. “Just think of how you feel when I touch you. That’s how I feel now.”

  A new silence fell.

  But, she was eager for the different sexual experience. Once more, though, he left her in control of the situation.

  Yet, was she in control, she mulled, dazed, as he guided her movements along his hard shaft. It hardly seemed so. Touching him---it was doing the most damning thing to her…for she was afire. While it hurt to breathe, it felt good not to. While there was fire in their touches, she wanted the burn. Together, they were chasing an invisible entity that belonged to them only.

  As they kneaded the twin sacs, they both inhaled a sharp breath. The hotness of the delicate flesh only signified his burning need and hers.

  Just when his pants and briefs dropped at his feet, she didn’t know…for she was too caught up in the wicked game that they were playing.

  In a synchronized motion, their hands slid along his ridged shaft in upward and downward strokes, and there was something intensely pleasuring about the action.

  He hastened their pace, and his eyes darkened with their every stroke along his hard cock. She seized a breath at the sight of his crippling pleasure. It was etched so hauntingly and beautifully along his features. Just when it seemed that he’d topple over the edge, he brought their sensual journey to a halt.

  “Princess, we’re going to have to slow down,” he breathed hoarsely, grasping the back of her nape, and then drew her naked body against his. “Tonight can’t be about me, it has to be about---”

  “Why can’t it be about the both of us?” she implored, resting her cheek against his chest, and then pulled back. Her dark eyes simmered with need as she looked at him. “I want it to be about me and you.” As she tugged him forward, her eyes beseeched his. “And aren’t you the one that said that there’d be no playacting or pretending? This night…us together…it will be real for the both of us.”

  Clasping his hands tightly in hers, she backed towards the bed. When the back of her thighs touched the mattress, she sank down while pulling him along with her.

  Their lips met on her ragged moan as he covered her body with his. She was hardly prepared for the ricocheting sensations that charged her system. It seemed that she was feather light as he lifted her, positioning her until she laid dead center of the huge bed. As his large body loomed over hers, she realized the epitome of reckless passion.

  When his lips touched hers, it smothered out any further thought that she would’ve had. But, as they came body to body, skin to skin, she was hurtled into an all encompassing obsession.

  His hands were everywhere at once.

  So were hers.

  She clasped his head against her plump breasts as he fed on them. Then, like a deep suction, his lips tugged a taut nipple in. As his lips moved along her heaving cleavage, finally journeying to her quivering abdomen, she had no restraint left and neither did he. Now, there was little patience or slowness in his touch.

  Together, they explored, and there wasn’t a single inch of their flesh that was missed. As he nudged her thighs apart, they both began free-falling headfast.

  Bracing both arms alongside her, he hoisted himself above her quivering body, and again, she reveled in his masculine power.

  In his eyes, she saw the naked question.

  Was she truly ready?

  “I want you,” she whispered, distraught, rising up just enough to nip his chin. “Please make me yours.”

  She stayed silent as he left the bed. Then, her eyes tracked his movements as he opened the foil packet. In a quick smooth movement, he sheathed the plastic on his cock. When their tortured gazes clashed with need, it was evident that they’d reached the point of no return.

  As he crawled back on the bed, he carried the sheet along with him before covering their naked bodies. Eagerly, she went to his arms, and soon they were writhing with passion beneath the cool sheets.

  Openly, they both voiced their needs.

  Revealed their darkest sensual secrets…

  As he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them over her head, it was naturally instinctive when her thighs spread wide apart.

  She felt his hard erection.

  The fiery heat spread through her.

  “Look at me,” he demanded softly, growing rigid above her, and held still. “I want you to see us as well as feel us.”

  He wedged a hand between their bodies, and as he slid a finger inside her slick wetness, he released a satisfied growl. Then, he pinned her hand alongside her head again before whispering. “I promise that I won’t hurt you.”

  She felt his hard erection as he moved. Mentally, physically, she thought herself prepared. But, as he buried his cock deep inside of her, her entire world splintered apart. A jab of
sharp pleasure stabbed her at his penetration. Her insides throbbed with pulsating need, intentionally seeking the fiery hardness.

  He stilled inside of her.

  His hard body quaked against hers. “You okay?” he rasped shakily.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I—I’m okay.”

  But, was she?

  For the sweet agony was too great…

  The throbbing and pulsating ache was too incredibly pleasing…

  She gripped his hands harder, and her mouth gaped open slightly as he shifted upward. Somehow, the contact brought them even closer, and then, he began sliding his cock in upward and downward strokes.

  Breathing fast, yet softly, she strained to get closer. Silently, with her eyes and between the broken gasping breaths, she pleaded for more. A tremble of need lanced her. When she couldn’t withhold her desperate demands any longer, she whispered and her eyelids fluttered. “It feels so good…please....don’t stop…Christopher…”

  “Please, don’t look away from me.”

  As he grinded deeper, a shudder racked his body. Her breathless cry met his satisfied groan. But, still, he restrained himself as he continued the slow, pleasing pace. His head dropped lower, stopping mere inches away from hers, and his hot raspy breath fanned her lips. “At any point that you want me to stop---”

  “No, I don’t want you to.” Gasping softly, she raised her hips, seeking even closer contact. But, the simple movement only increased the friction and pleasurable tension. Now, her body was following a natural instinctive recourse, and her hips jutted upward to meet his every stroke, making their writhing bodies perfectly in sync. “Please don’t stop.”

  Tightening his hold on her hands, he made another slow grind, and she gasped wildly at the instant gratification. The strain on his face showed his pleasurable agony, and now his own words were raspy whispers. “You’re so sweet, hot, and tight. I could stay buried inside you all night.”