Page 102 of Complete Me
“Fuck yes, sweetheart,” he growls as he rips the large T-shirt over my head and throws it to the side. His lips press against my collarbone, licking a line across the protruding bone from side to side. “You’re skin, mmm, how are you so perfect?”
“I’m not, I’m just yours.”
“Mine.”
Reid carries me with one hand toward the bedroom, his hand squeezing my small breasts in his palm, fingers twistingand pinching my nipples, forcing moans to escape from my lips. Pleasure zips down my spine, my clit throbbing at the ministrations. He kicks the door closed behind us with a loud slam, his mouth never leaving my skin.
Before I can register he’s done it, I’m falling onto the mattress with a bounce, his hands gripping the sides of my panties and dragging them roughly down my legs. Once I’m bare, lying on the bed, everything slows down. I look up at his naked torso from my place in the center of his mattress, completely naked. His large tattoos fill his chest—the Hell’s Heathen crest, a large skull with a crown, and a dagger—taking up the majority of the space. I’ll never get used to seeing this man naked. Chiseled abs, defined Adonis belt, strong pecs, and thick, rounded shoulders. My eyes rake up his gorgeous body until I meet his piercing green eyes when I realize he’s doing the exact same thing I am—drinking me in.
“You are so fucking sexy, sweetheart. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
My cheeks flush, a warm heat spreading over my cheekbones. Without taking his eyes off me, he kneels on the bed and reaches for my foot, bringing it to his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to the soft spot right above my ankle. My breath hitches as I watch him, this huge man, treating me like the most precious thing in the world with the most tender touches.
His mouth trails kisses up my leg, slowly, methodically, as if there’s all the time in the world and he intends to take full advantage of it. My heart rate ratchets up, emotion and pleasure pulsing through my body from head to toe.
He repeats the process on my other leg, taking his time, kneading his thumb and forefinger into my flesh as his lips drag up my leg. He alternates between soft kisses, nips, and long licks up the length,giving special attention to the tattoo he marked me with at my hip.
“Goddamn, do you have any idea what you do to me?” he says, his words deep and gruff.
“Show me, baby. Come make us both feel good.”
I love watching this man go down on me almost as much as I love the feeling he gives me when he does it. His eyes stay on me the entire time, holding me hostage while he licks me from ass to clit. I squirm in his hold, my legs already shaking around his head.
“That feels so, so good, holy shit.”
“Damn, Kins, I fuckin’ love eating your pussy. You taste so good.”
He feasts on me, licking me over and over, then spearing his thick tongue into my center, plunging inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream, legs shaking, orgasm building, but before I get there, he’s pulling back. I let out a desperate whine of protest.
Reid grabs my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach, positioning me exactly how he wants me, with my cheek on the bed and ass in the air. My legs are close together, with his spread around me, making him lower to fit with our size difference.
“On your knees, my little fighter. You think you’re ready to take my big dick like this?”
“Jesus Christ, Reid, YES.”
He swipes the thick crown of his length through my center, toying with me, coating himself in my arousal. I brace myself as he grips my hips tightly in his grasp and pushes forward. He feels so much bigger in this position, and I swear I feel every inch of him as he thrusts forward, hitting my cervix.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight, Kins, I barely fuckin’ fit like this, Jesus.”
He pulls out and pushes back in, hard, slow thrusts, a moan spilling from his lips every time he fills me. Rough handssqueeze my ass, fingertips digging into my flesh before rubbing over my hips and up my spine. He leans forward, curling around me, licking up my back as he goes. His hand grips my hair, pulling it and forcing my head to arch back. His breath is warm on my ear as he whispers.
“I love you. Your heart. Your soul. Your body. I love you, Kins.”
He pounds into me in deep strokes, making me scream against the bedsheets. My pussy clenches around him, throbbing and pulsing as he withdraws and lurches back in. Then he’s pulling out, flipping us so that he’s on his back and I’m lifted right over his face, my knees on either side of his head.
“Ride my face, sweetheart, don’t stop until you make a mess of me.”
Energy crackles between us as I hover over his lips, his tongue slipping out and tracing through my slit—back and forth, back and forth. Pleasure zips down my spine. Blood thrums between my ears. My knees shake. Gripping the headboard, I ease myself down onto his waiting mouth, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as we connect. His mouth opens for me, his tongue swiping back and forth, eating me like he always does, as if he’s starving for me.
Strong hands on my hips guide me, urging me to move. So I do, rocking back and forth on his mouth, the coarse hair of his thick beard rubbing against the inside of my thighs, stinging and rubbing me raw, as the warmth of his soft tongue dips in and out of my pussy, stroking my clit repeatedly until pleasure nearly blinds me.
I come hard, my stomach tightening, my fingers digging into the headboard, my head thrown back as my orgasm barrels through me. Wave after wave, it takes me under until I’m gasping for breath.
Reid wastes no time, picking me up by my hips andnotching his dick at my center. My legs spread impossibly wide to accommodate him in this position, but then I’m sinking down onto him until we’re flush, long, drawn-out moans escaping both our lips.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he hisses, voice gruff with barely restrained desire as his big palms grab my breasts. He pistons his hips up into me, fucking me with abandon. His motions are frenzied, his control long gone, driving us both to the edge of release.
