The Entitled (The Entitled Duet 1)

“Reed,” she groans. “I can’t. I don’t feel good. And I hate you since you’re the reason I feel like this.” She says all this as her ass is moving to the same rhythm of my hips. Her hands clutch the white sheet.

“I know, Kitten,” I whisper. “Let’s see if I can redeem myself.” Moving my two fingers back and forth, I smile as she becomes wetter.

“Fuck, you’re drenched, Tess. You need a release. You need to come hard.” She’s panting and rubbing herself all over my slick fingers. I let her fuck herself with my fingers any way she wants and dip inside her to stroke that G-spot before I let her go at it again.

A loud moan fills the room, the smell of her making me have to taste her, eat her. Her body starts to tense and clench. I roll onto my back and pull her on top of me. Her blue eyes meet mine, her lips downturned. “Reed, I don’t want to play games—I want to come,” she snarls. I love when she’s a bitch. So does my cock, and it’s straining for her impatient pussy. I pull her up and place her two knees between my face as I look up at her pink, glistening cunt.

“Sit on my face,” I demand. Quickly, she lowers herself onto my waiting mouth and tongue. She must be hungover to be that greedy. I growl my approval as she starts to fuck my face, her hips thrusting hard on my mouth and chin. I grab her ass and take over, rubbing and sucking her until she screams my name, her pussy pulsing and clenching all over my face. Tess is draped on our headboard, her wet center resting on my neck.

“That feel good, baby? You came so hard.” I pull her hips down and before she can respond, I shove my hard, throbbing cock inside her. Gasping as I fill her, she arches back, her arms reaching, grabbing my shins as I thrust and guide her hips on me.

“Christ, you are so hot, so wet, I love it.”

She sits up and grabs my chest, her nails clawing into me. I moan at the slight burn and watch as she lifts herself almost off me then slams herself back onto me. My breathing is harsh, my blood is pumping, and she keeps impaling herself on my cock. It feels so fucking good I’m seeing spots. My stomach muscles tense, and her sex starts to quiver. With one last thrust, she sits still as we both feel how hot and deep I am inside her.

Lowering her lips to mine, she hisses, “Shit… Reed, I don’t want to come yet. You feel so fucking good!” She grinds onto me, rubbing her clit against me.

“Fuck yeah, Kitten. Fuck me hard. Rub your clit on me hard.” My cock is deep inside her, easily hitting her spot. Her swollen clit is so tight from doing what I told her that a couple more grinds is all she can take. Her body goes off, pulsing and throbbing in orgasmic bliss… so strong that I can’t stop myself exploding into her, spilling my seed over and over deep inside her. She stays on top of me, her vagina clenched around my dick as our breathing returns to normal. At last, she reluctantly lifts off me, collapsing back on the pillows.

“I need a shower.” She looks at me, her eyes narrowing. Turning on her side, she props her head on her hand. “Please tell me that I dreamed I pulled you into one of the most disgusting, filthy bathrooms ever yesterday. That I did not kneel on that floor and give you a blow job.”

I trace her perfect nose with my finger and can’t help but laugh.

“Again, you were full of surprises yesterday. I was going to stop you, but when you put the paper towels on the floor and knelt, my mind left me and my dick took over.”

“Reed!” She pushes my chest.

“What? You have been insatiable lately. Good thing my life is about pleasing you,” I tease.

Rolling over, I get up and pull her with me into our large bathroom.

“Come on, my little nymph, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I spend the whole day babying her, giving her Advil and orgasms. Besides our shower and answering the door for pizza and wings, we stay in bed naked all day.

It’s late now. Tess is on her side, curled up against me, both of us laughing at Curb Your Enthusiasm. My fingers stroke her back, and I close my eyes and just be. I hear the TV and Tess’s laughter. I hear Manhattan with her horns and ambulances. But all I truly hear is my heart and how much I need her. My soul mate, my lifeline. As I tighten my arms around her slim body, breathing in her scent, my mind plays over and over what I want to do. Tess will say we are too young. I’m sure everyone will think that, but it doesn’t matter. I need her. It’s gone beyond obsession—it’s become my mission. I want Tess to have my name and legally be bound to me forever. Absently, I hear her switch off the TV. Her contented sigh brings me out of my zone. “Tired?” I whisper, kissing her head.