Page 89 of Forget Me Not

“And?” he prompts, his eyes dark and half-lidded as he watches me unravel.

“You’d say these dirty things to me. I dream about tasting you, you fucking me.”

I’m not used to talking like this. The words sound foreign coming out of my mouth. Juvenile. They must be what Reid wants to hear, though, because he smiles wickedly.

“Fucking you how?”

I bite my lip to hold back the groan that rests there, forcing the words out. “Hard and rough.”

“Soon,” he says in between laps of his tongue. “I’ll be coming down your throat, in your ass. In this tight little pussy. There won’t be any part of you that’s not marked by me.”

I’ve never tried anal before. I’ve never wanted to after hearing stories of pain from other women. But with Reid, I believe he would do whatever it took to make it enjoyable.

Part of me is jealous of the women that Reid gained all this experience with. The other part is happy that he can now spend that experience on me, teach me about pleasure, and deliver mind-numbing orgasms, one after the other.

“Reid,” I pant, my body right on the edge. “I’m going to come.”

He chuckles, kissing the skin over my clit with a groan. “Come, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”

Sealing his lips over my clit, he flutters his tongue rapidly. As he takes me there, my hand winds in the soft strands of his hair, tugging at the roots until I’m sure I’m going to rip some out.

Reid doesn’t seem to care, fucking me with his tongue until my orgasm crashes through me and I let out a desperate plea, a sound I’ve never made in my entire life.

“Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasps after he’s licked me through another orgasm. My body shakes violently, coming down from the pleasure with little zaps of electricity.

“I want to taste you,” I murmur as he climbs over me, spreading kisses up my stomach and to each of my breasts. I reach for him, gripping the hardness at the front of his jeans and he hisses out a breath through clenched teeth.

“If I get your mouth on me, right now, I’ll come, and I want to be buried inside your sweet little cunt for that.”

Standing from the bed, he watches me as he undoes his belt, tugging it through the belt loops like it’s a bullwhip and he’s a cowboy. I swallow at the exact moment he undoes the button of his jeans and slides the denim—and his boxers—down his legs.

“I’ve changed my mind,” I say, my throat closing in fear.

He looks at me like he might go insane. “What?”

I shake my head, raising onto my elbows. “That is a device of torture.”

He chuckles, a dark sound that fills me with anticipation and climbs towards me. A little foil packet glistens in the dim lighting. Something about it gives me pause. I guess I’m not used to condoms. Jack and I never used one after we got married and I’ve been abstinent for so long that condoms never occurred to me.

Watching Reid tear the package open and slide the condom down his cock, though? That’s something I would pay money, real money, to see again.

“Scared?” he taunts, fisting himself in his palm and kneeling between my legs.

“A little,” I lie and he just chuckles under his breath. Rubbing the head of his cock through my folds to coat it with my juices, he lets out a groan.

“You’re fucking soaked, little bird.”

He hits my sensitive clit and I let out a small gasp, the intensity almost too much to bear.

“You just made me come,” I pant, my body quickly heating for a third. “Twice.”

“And I can’t wait to do it again.” He notches himself at my entrance, pushing in the slightest bit with a wince.

“Fucking hell, Nova,” he grits, pushing inside me further as my body expands to let him in. I gasp at the sensation, the pain and pleasure mixing as he fills me. “That’s fucking tight.”

He pushes until he’s fully seated inside me and it feels like he’s tearing me in half.

“Reid,” I whimper, biting my lip so hard I worry I’ll see blood. “So full . . .”

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