#twilight garrett x reader

"Lift your hips for me, love..." Garrett breathes from his place above you. His hips slowly grind into yours, pumping soft breathless sighs from your parted lips.

Without waiting for a response, Garrett slides an arm under you and lifts your lower half. The new angle has him reaching deeper inside your pulsing sex and has your fingers twisting in the sheets.

"There you go, such a good girl for me..." He presses a trail of delicate kisses to the column of your neck. "You're always so good for me, baby~"

A short mewl rips its way up your throat at the praise. The cool of his hard cock pumps into you in such contrast to the heated walls clenching around it that your already dripping cunt can only pump out more slick.

You can feel your impending release just out of reach but stalking ever closer.

Growling with pleasure, Garrett thrusts deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot with his hips. You arch your back, unable to contain the moan that escapes your lips. The sensation is too much, making your nails dig into his skin and your body shiver with anticipation.

"That's it, baby. Let go," he whispers against your ear, his cool breath sending shivers down your spine.

You throw your head back, giving him full access to your neck. The feel of his teeth grazing your skin sends sparks of fear-tinted pleasure coursing through your body. You can't help but squeezes him tighter, your cunt's rhythmic pulsing massaging him in ways that have his fingers digging into the headboard, crumpling the wood to a fine dust beneath his fingertips.

With a groan, Garrett's movements turn frantic. His thrusts are harder, faster, deeper. His other hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit. He rubs it in tiny circles, sending you spiraling out of control.

He shifts, hooking his arms under your knees and pressing forward so he can kiss you. The new angle has him sliding even deeper home, his hips slamming against the fat of your ass with each stroke. It feels like he's trying to fuck all sense out of you - and it's working. Your mind has become mush, allowing him to reach in and reshape you into something that's still you, but irrevocably his. HIs to touch, hold, love, fuck. Whatever he can come up with.

Neither of you speak much, losing yourselves to the pleasure. The only sounds in the room are your moans and his grunts that mix with the slick sound of your arousal as he barrels into you.

The sound should be embarrassing, but it's not. How can it be when Garrett is making you feel so good? "Hear that?" His low voice rumbles through you. "That's the sound of my girl's perfect pussy. And it's all mine..."

His words send a shudder of delight coursing through you, making your walls clench even tighter around him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper. You can feel the pleasure building inside you, threatening to break free at any moment.

"That's right, baby. Come for me," Garrett groans against your lips. His hips snap forward, slamming him into your g spot with enough force to make you see stars. The sensation is so overwhelmingly pleasurable that you cry out, the sound muffled by his kiss.

The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you is almost too much to bear. Your body shakes with the force of your impending orgasm, you can feel yourself winding up more and more; your muscles growing taut as your release crawls closer and closer. His hands roam your body, tracing patterns that send waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"I've got you, baby. Let it go," he whispers in your ear, his breath ghosting across your skin. With a cry that borders on pain and pleasure, you cum. Your muscles clench so hard that it's a miracle he nearly finishes right then and there. But he doesn't yet. Instead, he holds you tight, letting you ride out your orgasm until you're wrung out and spent.

Finally, with a groan that sends shivers down your spine, Garrett pushes into you one last time, filling you with his cum. His mouth finds yours in a desperate kiss, his hips thrusting hard enough to make you feel his release deep inside you, filling you and marking you as his.

The aftermath is a blur. Your breath comes in hot, heavy pants and a thin sheen of sweat coats your skin. Garrett kisses your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, before pulling out of you with a wet noise. He lays beside you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he drinks in your sweet scent.