Beth and Reid - Chapter Five - Sex Stories

Beth and Reid - Chapter Five

... knowing that the scent of her cunt still clung to his fingers. She shuddered and willed the Gala to end faster. ~ They made it back to their suite, having made some excuse to Charlie and Candice that Beth knew they saw right through but were gracious enough not to comment on, understanding that young parents rarely got time and privacy away from kids. They walked through the door and even before Beth had placed her clutch purse on the entry table, Reid came up behind her and ran a hand up the back of her thigh over her skirt, finding the hard end of her butt-plug and grinding it into her further, twirling it in circles and pushing it against her insides. Beth almost stumbled at the rush of desire that clamoured through her body but Reid’s other hand grasped her firmly around the waist and drew her body against him, his rock hard erection drilling into her back as his hand continued to tug and twirl at her butt-plug. ‘Did you think I was going to let you come just now, slut?’ he whispered against her ear. He spun her around to face him and grasped at her throat with a rough hand, starting to apply firm pressure as he forced her to look into his eyes. ‘Did you really believe that I would let you come so soon? After all the work I’ve done today to get you panting, slavering for my cock in all your holes?’ he demanded. Beth gasped, trying to drag air into her rapidly constricting airways and felt horrified dismay at the gush of juices she felt begin to leak down her thighs. ...

... Reid’s intensity set her legs to quivering and had it not been for the iron hard fingers gripping her neck she feared she may have collapsed. Reid watched as her face reddened, her breath squeaking to a halt before him, before he released his grip slightly, allowing Beth to drag air into her starved lungs. He did not let her go completely however and bent his head to kiss her furiously, his tongue ramming its way into her mouth and probing deep, his short clipped beard scratching at the soft skin of her lips. While his tongue explored her mouth his hand began to tighten again, pulling back from his kiss to watch her face. Beth prepared herself for the intense feeling of constriction and powerlessness that she knew was coming and again was alarmed at the rush of pleasure she felt at his touch. She wheezed, feeling her body’s natural panic at not receiving oxygen but did not look away from Reid’s gaze. He held her for longer than usual, watching as her face reddened, waiting to see if she would accept his control over her, and again she did willingly. Reid freed her throat, watching her drag in a shuddering breath. Reid silently watched her regain her composure, his eyes forbidding. When he saw that she had recovered he turned away from her and went to their suitcase, taking out Beth’s wooden toy box and placing it on the office-like desk next to the bed. The room was still fairly dark as they had not turned the lights on yet, though Reid now switched on the small desk lamp on the ...