Page 58 of Dining for Love

“That you’re a naughty girl who wants to ride me like I’m her favorite toy.”

She giggles self-consciously, her cheeks reddening as she ducks her head. Her long hair covers one side of her face, falling just to the tip of her nipple.

I push her hair back and wait on her to step into herself,understanding that the brief conversation pulled her out of whatever bit of power she’d allowed herself to take. My sweet girl.

She hesitates, then pulls the condom wrapper up to her mouth and bites a corner to rip it open. My dick throbs at the sight, and I know she can feel it on her ass. “Just like that,” I praise. “What are you going to do next?”

She rises and resettles on my thighs, then grips my cock and rolls the condom on. I stay as still as possible, unsure if she’s even done this part before. She’s experienced, but still acts like a newborn fawn with those fucking eyes of hers, flitting to mine and back like she’s afraid to sustain contact.

“Want me to do something with my hands?” I ask.

She bites her lip again, her teeth sinking into her plush bottom lip, and it takes everything in me not to push my thumb into her mouth and take control. But I want to see what she can do if she’s allowed the freedom to do it.

“Put your hands above your head,” she whispers.

I obey instantly, then wait for her next command.

“Keep them there.”

I nod. “Yes, chef.”

Her eyes flare, then she angles herself above me. “Are you sure?” she asks.

I huff out a laugh. “Am I sure that I want to be fucked by a beautiful woman who’s just told me to keep my hands to myself? Absolutely.”

She lowers herself onto me, inch by hot, tight inch, and I grit my teeth to keep myself in check. “Fuck, Willa,” I bite out.

“Is this okay?” She looks up at me, blinking through those dark bangs.

“So okay,” I say, pushing farther into her and smiling at the way her eyes roll back in her head. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpers.

“Find your rhythm, sweetheart,” I urge. “I’ll follow.”

She starts slowly, undulating her lips and moving them side toside, working to find what’s best. In moments, she’s got it, and she braces her hands on my chest as she grins in triumph.

“There we go,” I grin, pushing into her as she bears down. “Does it feel good?”

“Un…be…liev…able,” she pants, her hips swirling and bucking with each syllable. “Oh my God, Reid.”

“Wanna go faster?”

“Y-yes.”

I thrust up, making her almost fall onto my chest. “Then do it. Ride my cock, Willa.”

“Your mouth, Reid,” she gasps, her cheeks flushed.

“Ride me like a cowgirl. Like a goddess. Like?—”

She slaps her hand over my mouth. “Shut up.”

I bite a finger, then thrust harder into her. It’s difficult to keep my hands away from her ridiculous ass, but I’m managing.

Her eyes go wide as she yanks her hand away. “Did you justbiteme?”

I grin up at her, thoroughly enjoying myself. “I did, princess. When are you gonna let me move my hands?”

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