legs hit the side of the bed and then my body hit the rest of it, but Reid remained upright. He stared down at my splayed body like a ravenous man who’d struck luck and encountered a kingly feast. To tantalize him further, I raised my hands to my breasts and kneaded the soft flesh, moaning when I pinched my firm nipples.
He pulled his sweater over his head. Flinging it away, he settled a knee onto the bed between my legs.
“You’re asking for a hard fucking, sweetheart,” he growled, leaning down over me.
“When did I ever say I wanted anything else?”
I reached up and ran my hands over his defined chest and abdomen. I marvelled at the grooves in his thick, muscular arms and the way he groaned when I touched him. Holy shit. He was the sexiest guy I’d ever have the benefit of seeing half-naked. I couldn’t wait to unwrap the entire package completely.
Settling onto his elbows, Reid pressed me into the bed with his body as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and relished the feel of his hard length through his jeans. I needed it inside me. I couldn’t wait to have his thick, hard cock splitting me in two. But Reid had other ideas.
His kiss progressed from my mouth, past my chin, to my chest. His hand palming and fondling one of my breasts, his hot, wet mouth enveloped the other greedily, pulling a cry from my lips. My hand flew to the back of his head, my fingers running through his hair as his tongue curled around my nipple. Closing my eyes on a moan, I arched my back so he could have as much of me, all of me as he liked.
And he took it gladly, too. His mouth suckling me, his teeth marking me, his tongue soothing the little shocks of sweet pleasure-pain whenever he bit me. He devoted his hungry attention to both of my breasts, fondling and squeezing one while he feasted on the other.
Then he was moving lower still, his lips leaving a fiery trail wherever they touched my flesh.
“Reid…oh…Reid,” I gasped. His head was between my legs now, his face level with my pussy. I hoped he could see how wet I was for him, how much my body demanded to be his.
“Do you want me to eat you out, Mackenzie?”
I squirmed, bending my legs at the knees so I could spread them wider. I was never usually this brazen, but Reid’s sexy voice and the things he made me feel robbed me of any inhibitions. I loved the way he said my name. Loved the way he’d politely asked his filthy question.
“Yes.” I groaned when his finger travelled down my wet slit then entered my channel. My pussy squeezed around his finger greedily. “I want your mouth on me.” He smirked, clearly waiting for something else. I knew what he wanted. “Please. I want it…please.”
“Good girl.”
A second finger joined the first as his mouth came down onto my clit. I was so aroused, I felt like I was ready to come the instant his tongue found my nub. But I held on, squirming against his warm mouth as his fingers fucked me too. My fingers found his hair again, bunching the strands in my fist when he turned his wrist so the pads of his fingers rubbed my sweet spot.
His tongue lapped at me slowly, incessantly, each sinuous curl moving me closer to climax. I moaned and whimpered his name, my body incapable of staying still beneath his expert hands and mouth.
“Oh god…” My legs were the first to start trembling, and then the rest of my body followed suit as the familiar heat swept through me. I arched my back as intense pleasure grabbed me and held me prisoner. I came hard on Reid’s fingers and mouth yet he didn’t let up. His fingers still thrust into me, his tongue still lapped me, ensuring I enjoyed my fall for as long as possible.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, raising up to kiss me. I was panting, still recovering from what he’d done to me. “I could watch you come for hours.”
“You could make me come for hours.”
He grinned, rolling onto his back on the pillows and pulling me on top of him.
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