Page 52 of Dining for Love

This man and his naughty mouth are going to be the death of me. “Yes,” I say. I don’t even sound like myself anymore. My voice is guttural, animalistic. “Please.”

He hums behind me. “I like the way you say please, Willa. I’m grabbing my cock right now, and I want to shove it into you so badly, to bottom out inside you and make you scream. And I will. But not yet.” He breaks off with another curse, and before I can respond, his hands are lifting my ass just enough, and his mouth is between my legs.

I jerk at the sensation of the hot, wet heat of his tongue, then groan in relief. I begin to chant. “Fuck, Reid, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

It must be exactly what he needs to hear, because his mouth is performing magic. I moan, unable to contain myself and having no reason to do so, rocking my hips back and forth. Then he stops, pulling away and smacking my ass again.

“Nooo,” I whine.

“Don’t. Move,” he snarls.

I go still, but my mouth has other ideas. “Reid,please,” I beg.

“No.” He descends again, his tongue pushing inside me.

I fight to keep still, but it’s almost impossible. I fist the sheets beneath me, the only movement I’m able to do, and am nearly blinded by pleasure. “More,” I manage.

He pulls away. “Turn over.”

I lower myself to the bed and do as he commands, then take him in. His eyes are wild, his lips wet with me, and he’s got his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it leisurely. I take in a breath and let it out slowly, another wave of goosebumps taking over my body. “You’re so sexy,” I breathe, moving my hand to my pussy.

He narrows his eyes. “Absolutely not. You only touch yourself if I give you permission.”

I pull my fingers away and whine, circling my hips. “Reid, I need to...”

He gives me a wicked grin. “You need to what, Willa?”

I blush furiously.

His grin softens and gets sweet. “You can say the word, Willa.”

I lick my lips. “I need to come. Please let me come, Reid.”

He swears, and his eyes darken even further. Then he takes a finger and runs it up between my legs, making me hiss. “Like this?”

I swallow. “Any way is good.”

He gives himself a final pump, then leverages his body over mine. “Eyes on me, Willa.”

My face burns. “I don’t think…”

“You will watch me make you come, or you don’t come at all.”

I snap my eyes to him, my need overwhelming any lingering embarrassment.

With our gazes locked, Reid bends to take a lazy lick of me, running his tongue between my lips to my clit and circling.

My eyes roll back in my head.

“Eyes, Willa,” Reid demands. “Give me those eyes.”

I snap them open again, and he works me over, focusing exactly where I need him. Heat begins to swirl inside me, and my hips buck. When his eyes narrow, I whimper but obey, stilling my hips. He sucks my clit, and I gasp.

“Reid!” I yell.

“There you go.” He sucks again while pushing a finger into me. He follows with a second finger, and it’s all I need.

“Fuck, Reid, oh—” I moan, then tip over the edge, the intensity of the orgasm blinding me even as I manage to keep my eyes on his.

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