Chapter Seven
Ride Me Until I Beg
He carried me to the bedroom like a man with a purpose.
A dirty purpose.
We were both drenched-his c*m still dripping from between my thighs, my skin sticky from sweat and water. The hallway lights were off, but I could feel his heat pulsing behind me like a shadow. My legs trembled from the orgasm he just tore out of me on the kitchen table, but Reed didn't slow.
The bedroom door slammed open.
He dropped me onto the mattress like a toy, and I bounced on impact, t**s jiggling, p***y already wet again.
"You should sleep," he growled, looming at the edge of the bed.
I let my legs fall open and smirked. "Then why are you still hard?"
His eyes dropped.
His c**k was standing at full attention-thick, veined, and still glistening.
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