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So, he didn’t stop there.

Red traced a hand up my stomach and flirted with my underboob, tickling the skin until he went in for the attack and found my nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger methodically until the soft gesture turned intense, and he pinched it. Hard.

I threw my head back, and the pinching turned to tugging. Hard.

“It’s attached,” I cried, but when he relented, I only gripped his hand, signaling that I didn’t really want him to stop.

The good student he was, he resumed his efforts.

And there he went going from A-minus to A-plus. I felt like I was floating on a euphoric cloud. He was getting it because he deserved it.

Now this shit I had somewhat of a checklist for, and he’d checked it all off.

Experienced? I wasn’t doubting that for a single second. He needed to hold a seminar for virgin boys on how to please women. Colleges really should teach things like this. It could be an extracurricular or some crap.

Dominant? I was putty in this man’s hands. I would have crawled to him if I had to just to get this man to worship me over and over again.

A good student who wanted to learn about my body and what made me tick? Mastered this. Moving on.

Give me at least two orgasms? We were getting pretty close to the first one, and knowing how big he was, I wasn’t too concerned about having to fake an orgasm.

Filthy mouth? I’d already heard a lot of stuff I liked, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good part.

Oh, sweet heaven. Was Red the perfect man for me? Sexually—one hundred percent.

Forcing my eyes to stay open because I wanted to watch this incredible specimen of a man as he gave me what I could already tell was going to be one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life was no easy feat. Did I do it? Absolutely. And with goddamn pleasure because I allowed my eyes to travel down and was met with his cock, not that I could have ever missed it, leaking at the tip.

“I can feel your body clenching. Are you going to come?”

He pushed his tongue deep inside, curling the tip in a way that had my mind growing fuzzy. Next thing I knew I was convulsing around him and digging my nails into the sheets, my fingers practically shaking with the intensity of my grip.

This orgasm slammed into me, and it felt like I was caught in the ocean during a tsunami, current after current hitting and pulling me farther under just as I thought I was going to make it to the surface.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Reddington

Eating Jade out,making her come all over my tongue, her scent forever ingrained in my memory, was more than carnal for me. It was about watching this woman, who had been cut deeply in the past, and her fear to let anyone into her heart. One she liked to pretend was more frigid than the Arctic, but we both knew the truth. Jade had as much love as she did sass to give.

And if I knew anything, it was that when it came to Jade, I was a greedy fucking man. So, I’d take it all. Anything I could get from her. Anything she was willing to give me. Then I’d try to make her see she could feel comfortable enough to give me more.

“You look like a mess,” Jade breathed, her skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat from her first orgasm of the night.

I could only imagine how hard she would be sweating and panting after I was balls deep inside her. Fuck, she should have known the down payment I would have made to secure my place inside her. I wanted to remain there for the rest of my days. Until we were both old and wrinkly.

“Come,” I said, shifting positions and laying on my back.

When she didn’t move, only stared over at me, I nudged her arm. “Excuse me,” she retorted, her eyes growing wide. “I didn’t know you suffered from short-term memory loss.” She rolled her eyes slightly. “I just came.”

“And you’re going to come again, but this time by sitting on my dick like the good girl you are.” I patted my bare thighs.

She made a show of getting up, sticking her beautiful, round ass in my face. I’d never been one for anal play, but the idea of pushing my pinky through her hole was making me even more hard if that was humanly possible. Just for your information, I was the hardest I’d ever been. Too much information? Yeah, well, deal with it because I was. I’d suffered through that entire eating session, the whole thing only making more arousal seep from my tip and travel down my cock. Son of a bitch, I wanted to be inside her. Needed it to survive. At least, that was how it felt.

“This is your one and only chance, Red,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse. “Slap my ass like you mean it. You know you want to.”

I was not going to do that. As tempting as it was to leave a hand print on one of her ass cheeks, I wasn’t in the business of making her feel any sort of pain—temporary or otherwise. “I’ve heard it can be arousing. Does that sort of thing arouse you?”

Not answering, she asked her own question instead. “Does it arouseyou?”

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