Chapter 117: I’ll give it to you now [18+]

​"Reid," I choked out, my knuckles turning white as my hands clamped onto the fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to tug him down.

My eyes were burning, my vision blurring as I stared up at his fierce, dedicated face. "Stop... stop doing that. It’s too much."

​He didn’t pull his fingers out, but his grey eyes lifted to meet mine, the silver flecks in them darkened by a heavy, possessive warmth.

He looked down at how unraveled I was, a small, genuine softness appearing around his mouth that completely ruined my ability to think straight.

​"Is it working?" he whispered, his thumb giving my dick a slow, firm squeeze while his fingers stretched me a little deeper. "Are you loose enough for me, Kain?"

"Stop asking something so... ah... embarrassing," I managed to choke out, my face burning with a heat that had nothing to do with my presentation.

I yanked hard on his shirt, trying to drag him down just to hide my face against his shoulder.

​Reid let out a low, breathless chuckle that vibrated right against my collarbone as he finally relented, sliding his fingers out of me. The sudden absence left me feeling completely empty and aching, my hips twitching in a pathetic, involuntary plea for him to fill the void.

​He didn’t make me beg.

​Reid shifted his weight, his large hands staying firmly on both sides of my head, locking me flat against the floor. The blunt head of his cock pressed directly against my entrance, slick and radiating a terrifyingly perfect heat.

​"Okay, Kain," he whispered, his grey eyes locked onto mine, completely serious now. "No more talking. I’ll give it to you now."

​He pushed forward.

​Ah—

​A shattered gasp ripped from my throat as he slid inside. Because of how thoroughly he had prepped me, my tight walls gave way, stretching and molding around his thick cock with a smooth, heavy friction that made my brain go entirely white.

He didn’t slam into me. He just buried himself deep, inch by agonizing inch, until his hips crashed flat against mine, pinning me down with his full, unyielding weight.

"Nngh," he groaned against my ear, the deep, rumbling vibration of his voice sending a violent shudder straight down my spine.

​His breath was entirely too hot, fanning over the sensitive skin of my neck as he buried his face in the crook of my shoulder.

He stayed completely still for a few agonizing seconds, his body trembling slightly as he fought to control his own frantic pacing, letting the sheer tightness of my hole settle around him.

​The weight of him was suffocating in the best possible way. He was completely inside me, filling the empty ache until my hips felt heavy and unraveled.

Every single muscle in my legs felt weak, my thighs trembling where they were locked around his broad waist, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

The intoxicating scent of frozen pine blew up between us, thick and aggressive, completely saturating my senses until I couldn’t even remember what the rest of the penthouse looked like.

​"Reid..." I breathed, my fingers digging into the muscle of his bare shoulders, my voice completely broken.

​He let out a sharp, ragged inhale at the sound of his name, his large hands sliding down the floorboards to grip my hips with a sudden, bruising intensity.

​"Don’t move," he rasped, his teeth grazing the skin of my shoulder blade as he tried to anchor himself. "Kain, fuck... you’re too tight right now. Just give me a second."

I didn’t move. I couldn’t have even if I wanted to. The solid, unyielding fullness of his cock was stretching me to my absolute limit, pinning me to the floorboards as my insides pulsed around him in small, involuntary spasms.

​"I’m here," I choked out, my voice sounding completely wrecked as I tilted my head back, letting my throat expose itself to him in the dark. "I’m right here, Reid."

​The verbal submission—the raw admission that I was completely his to take—cracked whatever frantic restraint he was holding onto.

​Reid let out a low, feral growl deep in his chest and began to move.

​He pulled back, sliding out until he was almost entirely clear of me, making me whine at the sudden, freezing emptiness, before he plunged right back in. The heavy friction hit my sweet spot with a terrifying accuracy, making my eyes roll back into my head as a shattered cry escaped my lips.

​"Ah—Reid!"

​He wasn’t slamming into me with the rough, careless violence of before, but the pace was relentless. It was steady, deep, and heavy, his hips crashing against mine with a solid, fleshy thud that echoed in the quiet room.

Every single thrust felt deliberate, a physical weight that pressed right into my core and left me completely breathless.

​His large hands slid from my hips up to my ribs, pinning me down as he drove his weight forward over and over again.

My fingers clawed at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I drowned completely in the thick, suffocating scent of frozen pine and crushed orchids. My body was arching off the floor, meeting his every stroke, desperately chasing the friction until my brain completely melted into pure, unadulterated sensation.

"You okay, Kain?" he asked amidst heavy breaths, his chest heaving violently against mine as he kept up the steady, deep rhythm. "You loving this? I’m fucking you the way you want, slow, smooth... and..."

​I couldn’t take the commentary. It was making my face burn and my heart race far too fast. I surged up, grabbing the back of his neck, and crashed my lips to his.

​"No talking," I rasped against our lips, desperate to shut him up before I completely lost my mind. "Let me occupy that big mouth of yours."

​Reid let out a muffled, breathless chuckle into the kiss, but he didn’t argue. He took the invitation, his tongue sliding past my teeth to dominate my mouth with a thick, possessive heat that matched the unyielding friction between our hips.

​While we kissed, his free hand reached down between our bodies, his large, burning palm grabbing my dick. He began to stroke it in the exact same steady, agonizingly perfect rhythm as his thrusts.

​The double friction was devastating. A high, shattered moan was forced out of my nose, and I whimpered. My back arched completely off the cold floorboards. I was entirely at his mercy, caught between the solid fullness stretching me open and the tight, hot grip on my dick.

​He broke the kiss just an inch, his breathing coming out in short, ragged gasps as he rested his forehead heavily against mine. His grey eyes were completely dark, blown-out with a volatile, heavy emotion that made my chest ache.

​"Tell me you love this, Kain," he breathed, his voice dropping into a rough, begging whisper as his hips gave another deep, possessive shove. "Tell me... you’re mine."

My heart did a violent, erratic leap against my ribs at the sheer possessiveness in his voice.

The double friction of his fingers and his hips was already threatening to snap the last of my sanity, but hearing him ask that—hearing him plead for me to claim him—sent a dizzying rush of heat straight to my head.

​"What... Haa... what is it with you..." I choked out, my voice breaking completely as I tried to blink away the tears blurring my vision. I tugged weakly on his hair, trying to find enough air to form a sentence. "...and the verbality during sex? Why do you talk so much, Reid?"