Page 130 of The Fake Date Agreement

“Fuck.”

I’ve stopped caring about the time as I lick and suck. Reid must have, too, as he groans with each suction, both hands gripping my hair.

The vibrating phone scares the shit out of me, and I yank my head up, my heart racing.

Reid is breathing hard as he reaches over to switch off the alarm. “Fuck this.”

“What?” Did I do this wrong?

“On your side, beautiful,” he says.

I blink at him, confused. “I don’t understand.”

“There’s something I want to try. You game?”

There’s another question in his eyes.

“I trust you.”

His eyes fill with warmth before he claims a kiss so hot he distracts me from what he planned.

Until he gently turns me so I’m lying with my legs near his head and his cock is inches from my mouth. We’re both on our sides, and I still don’t know why. Craving the taste of him, I part my lips and he groans as I suck.

He pushes my legs toward my belly and presses my thighs open as he draws my body closer to his. Then he wraps his arms around my waist, and I forget to suck and nearly choke when his tongue laps between my thighs.

“Oh God,” I whimper.

“Good?” He’s smiling as he licks me again.

As he licks, I circle the base of his cock with my hand, take a breath, and swallow.

He curses, his hips jerking.

We drive each other to the edge with his cock in my throat and his tongue in my pussy. We make each other come with lips, tongues, and the edge of our teeth.

Time doesn’t matter.

And when he grunts as he comes with my name on his lips, I want to give him more, to push him over the edge again and again. This feeling is addictive, and I need to please him.

Minutes, hours, or days later, Reid eases me onto my back and claims my lips in a searing kiss. I feel him hardening against my belly, and his eyes are fierce as he peers down at me. “Do you know what you’ve done to me, beautiful?”

I shake my head as his hands, trembling as if he can’t wait a second longer, fight with the condom he grabs from his wallet on my bedside table. “You’ve ruined me.”

His lips crash onto mine, his arms nudging my thighs open, and his cock…

A moan pours from my throat as he pushes the thick tip of his cock inside me. In an inch, then out. Deeper the next time.

“Just you,” he groans. “No one but you.”

The next thrust seats him deep, to the hilt.

He holds my gaze as he stops moving.

His next kiss is gentle. Sweet. “Just you.”

My fingers stroke his jaw. His stubbled chin. His lower lip. This time, I claim his lips. I taste myself on him as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth.

We surge together.

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