I could see that.
My mother made no bones about her dislike for the Hails, Reed and Tobias in particular.
Hell, they’d even followed Tobias to his home in Alabama to continue their campaign of hate on him.
Tobias had been the one who beat their son to death for raping his sister. But Reed Hail had been the one who nearly took their daughter away from them.
If Reed hadn’t dumped me, he would have.
Instead, he’d let me go, and left me to a fate that I hadn’t wanted to face. Not ever.
My mother had been a sight to behold when she wasn’t pissed. When she was pissed, though? Yeah, I wouldn’t even wish my mother on anyone—even the chick at the doctor’s office who blatantly had a crush on Reed.
Which sobered me slightly.
I turned around and pushed inside, forgetting in my haste to leave earlier to bother locking the door.
But it didn’t matter.
This house was so far outside of town that nobody but the UPS delivery driver ever came out here.
But, apparently, Reed wasn’t too happy about me leaving it unlocked, and it showed when I turned back to him.
“You left it unlocked?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“That’s dangerous, Kris.”
Kris.
He hadn’t called me that in so long.
I swallowed as another surge of memories washed over me.
The first time we’d had sex was the first time he’d called me Kris.
It’d been magnificent.
The best ever.
I would remember my first time forever.
And it was obvious that he was remembering, too.
I bit my lip, trying to contain the need for him, but it was useless.
The man had a way of making me do things that I never intended to do.
We met in the entranceway, my arms going around his neck, and his going around my waist.
Then we were pressed fully to each other, mouths colliding.
This time, just like the last time in the doctor’s office in Germany, I forgot about everything.
I didn’t think about where I was, or what I was doing.
I only ever saw Reed.
And yes, I was celibate for all those years.
Why bother looking when you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that the man that you once had was the only one for you?
I knew, just like I was sure he did, that Reed was my one and only.
I wouldn’t taint my memories of him, demeaning what we’d shared by going out and finding someone to scratch an itch.
Now, that didn’t pertain to my battery-operated boyfriends—I had a lot of those over the years.
All of them were no comparison to the man currently lifting my shirt over my head.
“Wanted to bend you over her stupid Pottery Barn couch,” he growled. “Make you come on her stupid quilt.”
If this situation hadn’t meant him taking my clothes off, and running his strong hands down my body, then I would’ve laughed.
But at the point I was at now, standing directly in front of him, naked as the day I was born, I couldn’t find one single thing funny about this situation.
I wanted him.
More than my next breath.
“Turn around.”
I shivered at the low, gruff tone.
Before I could comprehend directions—which apparently wasn’t fast enough for his liking—he spun me around and forced me forward.
Directly over the quilt that still covered my mother’s ‘stupid Pottery Barn couch.’
And then he growled.
“Goddammit.”
He’d seen the plug.
Shit, shit, shit.
I started to squirm in discomfort, wanting nothing more than to pull it out and toss it across the room.
“Why?”
I bit my lip.
“Hennessy got it for me,” I whispered.
He grunted out a laugh, and then pressed his jean-clad hips against my ass, pressing hard.
I bit my lip and would’ve looked at him over my shoulder, but my eyes closed when I felt him press lightly on the bottom of the plug with the pad of his thumb.
“How big is the one you’re wearing?” he questioned, his knuckles touching my skin as he placed his fingertips against the base and tugged lightly.
It didn’t move.
My ass had clenched, keeping it inside, causing him to chuckle.
“Not very,” I whispered.
Not big enough to allow you to shove your fat cock into my ass, I thought.
And his cock wasn’t fat, per se, but it was thick. So fucking thick.
Even thinking about it right now, buried deep inside of me, made me shiver in anticipation.
“Hmmm,” he said, this time pulling hard enough that the fat bulb in the middle of the plug slipped out of my ass.
I moaned.
There was no way to prevent it from expelling from my throat. It was a knee-jerk reaction and that reaction of mine caused a reaction from him.
He snarled something under his breath, then pressed me even harder forward.
“Going to make you come everywhere in this house,” he informed me. “Fuck you so hard and long that you scream loud enough for her to hear it all the way in hell.”
I knew he hated my mother.
Hell, I hated my mother.
But I couldn’t even get a reply out before I felt his fingers at my entrance.
I bit my lip as he let one finger slip inside my pussy.
Normally, I would’ve been embarrassed by how wet I was, but with him, it wasn’t the least bit surprising.
I couldn’t control a damn thing around him. My reactions to him were pure, honest, and excessive.
“Goddamn, you feel so good,” he growled.
Then I felt him drop to his knees.
He brushed his mouth down the inside of my thighs, trailing his tongue along the soft skin in a few places.
The anticipation was nearly killing me by the time he was at my sex.
“You smell good,” he informed me. “And taste even better.”
And that’s when his tongue hit my pussy lips.
He wiggled it, piercing my labia with his tongue, and dragged it up before dipping into my sex.
I bit my lip, eyes crossing, as the feel of him doing something I’d been longing for him to do poured through me.
We didn’t get to do this long enough before, and when we were younger, it’d never gotten close to this point. We’d always wanted to, but sometimes we were in such a hurry to get to the good part that we skipped the pre-sex escapades.
And now I was sad that I never knew the perfection of this when we were younger. Although, if I thought about it, I might be a little happy that I didn’t know what I was missing, either.
“Seen thousands of vaginas in my life,” he growled from between my legs. “Yours is by far the most perfect.”
I couldn’t reply to that, either.
Not when I felt him shove the plug back inside of me, working it in and out of my ass while his tongue moved in and out of my pussy.
I started to pant, unsure whether it was okay to come.
Whatever was building inside of my body was going to be big, and I was somewhat scared to feel the wave crash over me.
It wasn’t going to be a small wave, either. It was going to be a freakin’ tsunami.
He didn’t stop with his attentions—the licking, sucking, and pushing—until my legs started to shake with my approaching orgasm.
When he felt that I was about to go, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, filling me up exactly how he knew I needed.
I’d always needed that extra little push, and he’d remembered.
He remembered everything.
“Oh, God.” My knees quivered as my orgasm rolled over me.
Seconds later, I
was crying out, burying my face into the couch cushion, and wondering why in the hell we never got to this part of sex back then.
It was fantastic.
“What the hell was that?” I panted, finally opening my eyes and looking at the man over my shoulder.
He got up off his knees and grinned.
I straightened and turned.
Licking my lips, I reached forward and wiped off his beard.
“You’re gonna have to wash that,” I whispered, unsure what to say.
He moved forward and caught me up in his arms.
“Where are you going?” I squeaked, unsure what to do now.
Should I tell him to put me down? Just go with it?
Before I could contemplate what to say, he walked with me into the kitchen, and sat me down on the dining room table.
The stupid China dishes, as well as the cutlery and crystal wine glasses that my mother always kept on the dining room table, clinked.
Before I could do anything, he took his arm and swept all of it further up the table.
A wine glass fell off the side and shattered on the floor, as well as one of my mother’s most precious pieces of cutlery.
The stuff on the table cost more than some people made in months, yet when a plate fell off to the floor and shattered right along with the crystal wine glass, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
My eyes stayed glued on the man standing in front of me now, his eyes an intense shade of blue.
So freakin’ blue.
His eyes had always been captivating.
Pairing that with his black hair, and now his beard? The man was pure devastation on my heart.
“I want to shatter every single one of those plates later,” he told me. “But for now, I just want to fuck you.”
And that was when he placed the butt plug he’d been fucking me with in the ass up on top of one of the candelabras.
I started to giggle, but that giggle was quickly lost the moment he caught me by the hips and pulled me to rest just on the edge of the table.
I was at the perfect height.
The. Perfect. Height.
His still covered cock pressed up against my pussy, and my eyes locked with his.
“I want you.”
I looked down at where his hand reached between us, for his belt, and moaned.
My belly was slightly protruding in this position, and moments after he got his belt undone, the soft leather rested against where our babies lay.
He paused, bringing his palm up and resting it there.
Slowly my eyes moved to his face, and I tilted my head in question at the emotion I saw there.
But before I could question him on it, he started to unbutton, then unzip, his pants.
I nearly moaned when I saw his bulging cock poke out of the gap in his jeans.
I did moan when he pushed everything off at once, and his cock came out and slapped against my pussy.
Automatically, I went back to my elbows and watched him down the length of my body.
Watching and waiting, I nearly quivered in anticipation.
He didn’t disappoint me, either.
His eyes went up to catch mine, then he started to pump his cock in his fist.
His hand was big, sure, but his dick was big, too.
I wondered if ladies thought about how big he was when he had his fingers inside of them during an exam.
Poor things didn’t know what they were missing.
It was an odd feeling, thinking about Reed’s fingers being inside of other women. But I wasn’t jealous.
Awed, was more like it.
He’d always had a plan, and though I’d come into his life and changed that plan up slightly, he’d still been able to accomplish his dream.
“What are you thinking about?” he growled, bringing my attention back to him.
I licked my lips and said, “You and your fingers inside of other women.”
He pressed his cock to my entrance, and my eyes stayed locked to his as he began to push inside.
“Never gotten another woman pregnant before.” He paused, his eyes trained on me. “Never wanted to, really. Then again, you’d have to do things like putting things besides your fingers inside other women for that to happen.”
“You’ve been…”
I couldn’t even say it.
The thought was preposterous.
“You’re not the only one that hasn’t had it in a while, let’s say that,” he admitted, pulling out his cock nearly all the way before pressing back inside.
I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure, but all I could think about was the fact that he’d just practically admitted that he’d been celibate for twelve years just like I had.
Holy. Shit.
Was that normal?
I had tried, one and only one time, to do the deed with someone else. And the moment the man’s hand had cupped my boob, and his cock had pressed against my flesh, I’d recoiled.
It’d felt so utterly wrong that I’d nearly run from the room before I was even dressed.
But hearing that Reed hadn’t been whoring around, either, well…that was just fucking awesome.
I wanted to cry, but soon his cock was all the way inside of me, and my thoughts turned elsewhere.
I didn’t believe him for one freakin’ second…but it didn’t matter. I’d never bring it up again. Never.
“You tensed up,” he said, smoothing one palm down my back.
“You’re lying,” I whispered almost soundlessly.
He knew immediately that I didn’t believe him.
“I’ve had other partners that I did other stuff with,” he admitted. “I haven’t been a monk, but I haven’t had sex with anyone but you since you…left.”
The relief that poured through me was uncontrollable.
“Blow job here and there. A few times I reciprocated…but my cock has only ever been inside of you since I called it off,” he promised me. “It’s only ever been you.”
His hand spread, his fingers almost spanning the entire width of my back.
I forgot how much I liked that.
Even when he was younger, Reed had always had big hands.
“You’re big,” I mumbled.
He pulled out, then pushed back inside. Once. Twice. Three times. All of those times were so slow that I nearly growled at him to hurry.
Why?
Because I had zero control.
Zero. Nada. Zilch. None.
I knew, if he’d just hurry the fuck up, I’d come.
I’d come hard, too.
The next thrust he tried to give me slow, I thrust back in time with his push forward, and he went even deeper.
“Easy,” he growled, coming to a complete stop. “I want to feel this.”
He pulled back until he was almost out, and swept his fingers around my entrance, circling his shaft where it was piercing me…gathering wetness.
And then I felt the goddamn butt plug again.
When he had picked it back up, I didn't know. But thank God that he had. It was my new best friend. I was secretly in love with an inanimate object.
Only this time, he fucked me as he fucked me…which sounded really freakin’ odd, but that’s what he did.
At first, I wasn’t too sure about the feeling. It was odd, which made my orgasm take a back step as my body tried to decide if I liked this feeling or not.
Reed, in no way, shape, or form, was small. He was, in fact, quite large. I’d never seen anyone as big as Reed, and that was saying something since porn had been my friend these past few years as the deprivation got too much at times.
Sure, I didn’t watch the donkey dick porn, but if I had to take a guess, I’d say that he would more than measure up.
But when he was fucking me, his cock in one hole, and the plug in the other, I decided that there was no way in hell I’d ever be able to take him anywhere but where t
he Good Lord intended him.
Reed, though? He had other plans.
At least, I didn’t know them at the time.
At first, he was just fucking me. Slow and steady.
My body had come back online, and realized rather quickly that this new and odd feeling was a good one.
My orgasm started to creep back up, slow and steady.
And just before it rolled over me, he stopped.
I growled in frustration as the feelings that indicated an impending orgasm waned.
“Reed!” I whined. “God, why?”
He started to chuckle.
“I want you to sit on my lap while I fuck you.” He paused. “I want to see your face and watch you when you come.”
He pulled out and backed away, leaving me to find my way to the couch.
I moved, and brushed against his cock with my arm, making me lick my lips in anticipation.
I waited for him to round the couch and take a seat before I looked anxiously at his lap. At his cock that was straining upwards, filled with blood, and pulsing with each beat of his heart.
His chest had a sheen of sweat, and he was opening and closing his fists as he stared at me, waiting for me to make the move that I knew he wanted.
I took a timid step forward and moved a knee onto the couch beside his thigh.
His thigh that was still just as sculpted and honed as it’d been twelve years ago—if not bigger.
Once I had my balance, I swung my other leg over his lap, all the while trying not to make eye contact with him.
That worked for about twenty seconds as I tried to put him inside of me myself—which I’d never really been successful doing. It was something about the position, as well as my shorter arms and legs, but I couldn’t get up on my knees and reach his cock, as well as guide it into me.
I’d literally tried, and it was awkward.
Reed had always had to do it for me, and this time was no different.
But once he was inside of me, and I was left with nothing to do but stare at his collarbone and ride him, he stilled my hips.
“Look at me.”
I didn’t want to.
This was a really intimate position for me.
It’d been the closest we’d actually been since he’d left me…
That time with him in the exam room, he’d been standing between my legs, with me on my back. We hadn’t been this close—face to face—where he could see every single bit of what I was feeling only by looking into my eyes.
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