Page 70 of Dining for Love

Behind me, I hear the tearing of a foil. How is he hard again already? In seconds, the tip of him enters me.

I groan and push back against him, desperate to have him seated in me.

He pulls out, then pushes a finger inside instead. He leans his chest against my back, his breath hot against my neck.

“You want my cock, Willa?”

I whimper.

“You can’t have it. You’re not even close to getting it.”

I moan. “I’m sorry, Reid.” Another smack of his palm against my ass.“I’m sorry, Officer.” Another. I grip the sheets, spiraling into a completely different world. “Officer,” I breathe. “I’m sorry for teasing you,Officer.”

He gives me the tip of his dick again, rubbing it against my clit and sliding it between my folds to tease my opening. “No,” he murmurs darkly. “I think I need a better apology than that.” He pushes between my shoulder blades to force me onto the mattress, then hops off the bed. He grabs the cuffs and danglesthem in front of me. “Your turn.” My arms are pinned behind my back and secured at the base of my spine before I can even take a full breath.

“Fuck.” My voice hitches, and I try to calm my racing heart.

He leans down and gently turns my chin so our eyes meet. “Are they too tight?”

“N-no,” I stammer.

“Good. You remember your safe word?”

I blink. “Safe word?”

He grins sweetly, then kisses my forehead. “Yes, sweet girl. Last time, it was avocado. You choosing that again?”

I don’t appreciate the way my heart squeezes at his thoughtfulness. “Yes,” I whisper.

His eyes darken, and he clenches his teeth. “Good.”

With that, Considerate Reid is gone, replaced once more by the sex god I’ve unwittingly unleashed into the bedroom.

He keeps me on my stomach, nipping and biting at my shoulders, then soothing them with his tongue. He shoves a palm beneath me to grab my breast, squeezing hard.

“I fucking love these tits, Willa,” he growls. “And one day I’m going to fuck them. Come all over them. Paint a goddamn Pollock on them and then make you lick what’s left off my cock.”

Thrills of pleasure shoot through me. “Yes,” I hiss. Because I want it just as badly as he does.

He slides his palm down my belly, then gets to my pussy. He palms it, squeezing. The pressure is both pain and bliss, and I moan.

“In here, this is mine.”

I nod.

He squeezes harder. “Out there, this is mine.”

I nod again, forcing air into my lungs.

“You are mine, Willa. Make no fucking mistake about it. Your pussy. Your sassy little mouth. Your body,fuck me, your body.” He rubs his forehead and face against my back, as if he’smarking me with his scent. “Drive me fucking crazy with this body.”

I writhe beneath him. “Reid,” I breathe. “I need…”

His laugh is dangerous. “I don’t care what you need right now, Willa.” He moves his palm from my pussy and squeezes my hip, then my ass. He spreads my butt cheeks and runs his dick between them. “You ever been fucked here, sweet girl?”

I shake my head.

“This ass is mine, too. And one day, I’ll fuck this ass, and you’ll scream my name as I pound into it. Do you understand?”

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