Page 32 of Unbearable Player

She leaned all the way back on the desk. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, tugged her down, and lifted, bringing her ass off the desk, pushing her knees wider. She ran her nails into his hair and made a soft moaning sound when he kissed her inner thigh.

“Reid…”

“Do that again.”

She cleared her throat, unsure what he was talking about. “Reid?”

“Say my name, sweetheart. I love hearing you do it.”

She took a sharp breath. He was so close. His breath was right on her. “Reid...”

He breathed over her clit and glanced at her. He took a featherlight swipe of her clit with his tongue, enough for the legs around his ears to press against his head.

She choked on the air struggling into her lungs. She bit her lips and gripped his hair tightly. “Please, Reid. Make me come.”

She hadn’t finished when he dropped his head farther and did a long, slow lick from back to front.

Her back arched. Her blood heated with every swipe of his tongue on her sex. Her grip on his hair tightened. Tension gathered around her core, a quick twining that would unravel with her release. Another swipe of his tongue and she moaned for him to go faster. Harder.

She yanked his head closer to her sex. He rumbled over her feverish skin. The vibration combined with his licks was like having a vibrator right at her pleasure center.

A loud scream sounded in the room.

He pulled legs from around his head and helped her bring them down. He stood, his face wet with her orgasm. She pulled him close for a kiss. He gave it. Deep. Fast. Then she was off the desk, her body draped over it instead of lying on it.

He slid a hand to her ass and rumbled. “Beautiful.”

“What?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder and catching him licking his lips and staring at her cheeks.

“Your ass.”

She flushed. “Ah, thank you.”

She splayed her hands on the hardwood of her desk. He leaned forward, pressing into her ass and grabbing clumps of her hair. With a gentle tug, he came close, his lips by her ear. “Brianne,” he whispered and kissed her shoulder. “I want you. Now.”

“Yesss.”

She was finally going to get him inside her. He pulled away for a second. Then he grabbed her hips and tugged her back, pressing into her entrance.

With a hard, hard thrust, he drove deep into her, stretching her muscles to the limit.

She leaned harder on the desk. He yanked on her hair, holding her in place.

He thrust deeply and pulled back, taking the air in her lungs with him.

“Every time,” he rumbled in his gravelly voice, pulling out and driving forth. “I slide into you,” he nibbled on her shoulder. She loved when he did that.“I want to mate with you, Brianne. You’re the only woman I want.”

“Reid…”

“You are. My mate.”

He bit the back of her shoulder. He pushed her to the edge. “I want to feel you come around me.” He dug his hand into her hip and increased his speed. “I want you shaking under me.” He kissed the back of her neck, licking circles with his tongue. “You know you want it too. Tell me.”

She gasped for air. “I do.”

He growled. He slapped both his hands at her hips and squeezed as he thrust faster into her.

“Reid,” she whimpered.

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