“I don’t need Rhys’s permission or anyone else’s to claim what’s already mine,” he says fiercely.
His intense gaze is meant for me. His attitude. His words, they’re for everyone else.
“You’re right,” I agree, stroking his face with my palm. “I just don’t want to see you hurt is all,” I admit, feeling myself getting a little too emotional while Reeve manages to keep his emotions in check.
That chiseled jaw set like granite, his eyes telling me how he feels about me. His body is primed to take on the whole world if he has to, to guarantee we’re together from now on.
“It’s kinda putting a damper on things, isn’t it?” I ask him, letting my hand slide down to his chest. Feeling it flex as he puts the truck back into gear.
“I’ll give you damp,” he warns me with a wink. His expression shifts back to the man I know I’ve fallen head over heels for.
His words have the desired effect, and in seconds I’m practically writhing in my seat, unable to contain myself much longer. Having to ask how much longer until his place.
“You’ll come when you’re told this time.” He grins, letting me know I got off easy last night.
Literally.
“R-Reeve” I stammer, letting him know I’m not so sure I can control it.
Him so close right now. The vibration of the truck, plus the thought of heading back to his house. His bed?
“Well… We can work on that maybe.” I point out the massive bulge in his jeans already damp with his own arousal.
His eyes like steel on the road ahead as he promises me it’s not far now.
He’s right, thank god.
I’m practically coming by the time he pulls up to his house, moving like his life depends on it as he circles his truck and lifts me out.
My low moan at his touch, my wetness through the flimsy fabric against him is about as much as either of us can take as he lets us both inside.
With a determined look and restraint, he carries me up the stairs. Practically tossing me down on his bed as he tears at his shirt.
It comes apart like tissue paper, his body taught and ready for me as he unzips himself.
His huge member thrusting straight up out of his trunks, drawing a gasp of disbelief every time I see it.
It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
He growls low and yanks my body to his by my ankles.
I watch his expression shift again.
Almost tortured.
“I promised to wait until after the wedding,” he says as if he’s battling something inside himself.
“And I said we can do other things in the meantime,” I remind him, surprised at the firm tone of my voice.
Determined to have a bit more of me pleasing Reeve for a change instead of him only focusing on me all the time.
As much as I love it, I love him too and I want to show him just how much.
I want to please my man as best I can.
As if he’s reading my thoughts, he loosens his grip on my ankles and I sit up, my knees tucked under me as I lift my thin dress over my head.
His groans tell me he likes what he sees.
My heavy breasts swell and sway as I toss the dress aside, greedily searching out his length with both hands, and pumping it slowly but surely.
A thick line of his precome runs down his shaft, making me gasp when its clear heat touches me. Making his cock glisten in an instant as I start to pump him harder.
I’m amazed at how hard he and smooth the massively swollen tip of his giant cock is.
His head lolls back, his hands reaching for my hair, which he holds back, eager to watch me pleasure him.
His final protest falls on deaf ears.
I’m not just going to give him the relief I can tell he needs, I’m gonna make his first time coming with me something to remember.
Even though I know he wants inside me, there’s plenty a girl with little hands and a big chest like mine can do to please her man.
“I… Promised… Not until…” he groans, clenching his jaw as his body begins to shudder.
I chew at my lips, hoping I can do even half as good a job at pleasing Reeve as he has me so far.
Squeezing my girls up tight around his shaft, I use his precome as lube, pumping his fat dick with my tits.
Moaning aloud, I surprise myself with just how good this feels for me too.
My nipples are like rivets, making both of us gasp and jerk when they connect with each other’s ultimate pleasure centers.
“Holy fuck, Piper,” Reeve gasps, his cock like an arm between my slippery chest.
My heels grind into my core as I move, eager to get as much pleasure from the moment as I’m giving Reeve.