lose his grip on reality. She was so vocal.
“Yes. Yes. Rub harder. Fuck me. That’s it.”
Reed tried to focus on fucking her and not on her cries of glory.
“I’m going to explode all over your cock, Reed.”
He didn’t know who this Sierra was but he liked her. He loved the way she demanded what she wanted. How she told him what was going on with her body.
He wanted to reach up and tweak her nipple but knew he couldn’t. He had to keep his hands below her waist and nowhere else or he could risk losing her forever.
Increasing his speed, Reed dragged his finger up and down her folds, teasing her clit. His cock drove into her slick pussy with a fierceness Reed didn’t know existed.
“Oh. My. God. It’s… I’m… Oh, fuck.” She grabbed a pillow and clung to it. Muffling the last of her screams.
Reed felt her pussy contracting against his cock. Her body shuddered while she rode through the orgasm. He didn’t let up on rubbing her clit. Her body responded by continuing to climax over and over. When her body began to settle Reed wasted no time in starting over again. He wanted to hear her cry out all morning long.
As he pumped into her again he felt the building of his own orgasm. Wanting to hear her lovely voice crying out his name, begging him to make her come harder, he rubbed her swollen clit.
She cried out as he emptied his seed into the condom. They lay both trying to catch their breath. Reed gathered her close. Their sweat mingled together as he kissed her neck.
“Oh Reed. I never knew my body could handle so many orgasms.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promised. He nibbled on her earlobe. Reed wanted to open her body to new experiences. Show her how much pleasure two people could have.
“ Mmm .” She ran her fingernail over his leg. “I can’t wait for round two.”
Reed slipped out of bed and discarded the condom in the bathroom. He returned to snuggle close to her.
She rested her head on his chest as he held her. She felt right in his arms again. Perfect. He wished he could put them in a time capsule and stay like this forever.
Chapter Four
Sierra thought she’d died and gone to heaven when she woke the next day. Until she reached out her hand to pull Reed closer, wanting to hear the steady beating of his heart, only to find his side of the bed empty.
Her pussy ached but she wanted him again. And again. And again. She couldn’t get enough of him.
She listened closely for the sound of the shower or the smell of coffee brewing. Nothing. In fact the only thing she was certain of was the dead silence. She felt eerily alone.
Jumping out of bed, panic filled her. She searched every room only to come up empty. She returned to the bedroom ready to cry. He’d left her. This time he turned the tables on her.
Then she spotted it. A note sitting on the nightstand.
Thanks for letting me crash. Had to run. Talk to you soon.
That was it. Short and not so sweet. The only evidence he was ever there was her sore pussy, a few love marks on her neck and a note.
Well that had been two weeks ago and still no word from Reed. She should be thankful he hadn’t contacted her. But she wasn’t. She was hurt. Empty inside. She longed for him. To see him again. Longed to feel his strong protective arms wrapped around her.
The only good thing that came out of that night was that Johnny hadn’t returned to her bar. For whatever reasons he stayed away and that was fine with her. She didn’t need trouble in her establishment.
She was on the phone when Reed walked through the door. He strutted over to the bar, as if he’d never walked out of her life.
“Listen Lita , someone’s here. I’m sorry you’re feeling sick but don’t worry about it. I’ll figure something out for tonight. You rest and I’ll talk to you soon.”
She hung up and walked over to him. “What can I get for you?”
“Sounds like you’re in need of a band tonight. I know it’s short notice but I can pull
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