Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2) by Sam Hall (sight word readers TXT) 📕

flexed in my mouth, not yet ready to come but getting impossibly harder as I got faster and faster until…

He yanked me off him, leaving me staring bleary-eyed as he fought for control, his breath coming in rapid pants.

“Does this work both ways?” he growled out. “Do I get to give my own lust free rein?”

“What are you thinking?” I asked when I recovered my wits.

“I want what Micah had when he came into my office smelling of you. I want you riding my face, smothering me with that sweet pussy. I want to bury my face in it, so that all I can smell, taste, and breathe is you. When you kick me out of here, when I go home and get ready for work, return to my fucking office and meetings and all the other bullshit I fill my life with, I want what he had—the scent and the taste of you so deep, nothing else matters.”

He reached for me, and my body moved of its own accord, my thighs straddling his face.

“But what about—?”

“Shut up and come here,” he replied.

My hands slapped down on the bedroom wall the minute his tongue slid between my folds. He didn’t bother with preliminaries, just pulled me down hard against his face and then dug in greedily. I dripped into his mouth, crying out my pleasure to the bricks as he devoured me, sliding his tongue up into me, tracing every crevice with the tip. His fingers wedged in, making lewd sounds as my slick seeped, when he flicked his tongue across my clit. I was already sensitive from being with Mason, so Aidan’s onslaught just reminded me of the pleasure I’d felt and promised a ton more. Finally, he pulled away, gasping.

“I want you to come,” he said. I was in full agreeance with that demand, feeling the twitch inside me at just the thought. His hand slid up my thigh, as if drawn deeper. “Then I want to put you on all fours and fuck you until you come again.”

I could see his face glistening with my slick, his fingers seeking my core. I nodded, because what else was I going to do? He grinned as I shuffled forward, ready for another onslaught, but that brilliant expression faded as I arched back in the darkness, feeling my limbs pass through the night air as his hold anchored me down upon him, then he buried his face in me.

I was dancing in the gloom, swaying under Aidan’s ministrations, my whole body reaching, reaching, but for what? My thighs tensed around his face, clamping down around him, and he just groaned his pleasure at that. For a split second, I worried about his ability to breathe, but he didn’t. He carried me along with his tongue and fingers, destroying me with ecstasy and making me something new. My eyes opened, seeing the shadows in the room as the first ripples tore through me.

My hands clawed at the wall, digging into the bricks, my whole body twitching and jerking in response to his ministrations. It started slow and sultry and then exploded out. My cunt clamped down around his fingers, strangling them inside me, while my pants came in short, sharp sequences, one for each wave. I cried out, to Aidan, to the Mother, to fuck knows what as I clawed at the bare bricks, and then, just as it had come, it all washed away.

I was loose-limbed and liquid when Aidan moved me off him, falling down on my hands and knees, barely able to keep myself upright, but that was OK. He joined me there, and I felt the rapid shift of his body, the press of his taut against my lax, the smack of his hand down on my butt as the other notched him against me.

“Tell me you want me,” he growled out, his beast riding him hard. “Tell me you want me, this.” He stabbed his cock in just an inch, just enough to make me feel the stretch and long for more. “Tell me this is right—right for now.”

I dimly heard his amended words, but I didn’t get a chance to dwell on them. I pushed back, taking him inch by delicious inch, feeling him force me open, until finally, I bumped against his knot. That sent a flare of pleasure through my clit, so I did it again and again, his hands going to my shoulders, not hurrying me but slowing things down until every down stroke was a long, grinding thing.

He was teasing me with his knot, I realised. Not trying to force it in or make me take it, but taunting me with it. His hand stopped me from pulling back too fast, from working him in and out of me as I knew I had to. His grip tightened and his strokes slowed, pushing up hard inside me, rubbing against the spot that clenched tight. Then he shifted slightly forward, making me feel the way my body parted for him.

The way it could part further.

“Fuck…” he gasped. “You should see…”

I didn’t need to see, I could feel it. My body had ideas my mind hadn’t even considered, fluttering wildly as if to suck him in deeper. To feel that intense stretch as his knot lodged in deep, those short, desperate strokes when he did, both of us needing the friction but that great lump making it impossible.

“Aidan.”

I was dimly aware of a voice coming from somewhere in the room, but I couldn’t pay it any attention. My focus was completely caught by him.

“Baby, you’re stretching around me, opening up for me.” Aidan’s voice was complete awe. “You’re gonna take me!”

“Aidan!”

My head was hanging between my shoulders, pants coming thick and fast, a primal urge riding me along with Aidan. Push back…take him… my instincts whispered, sibilant and insistent. I groaned as I did just that, slamming my hips back against his, feeling him slip slowly deeper.

“Jesus fucking Christ! You do not knot