Page 71 of Complete Me
“Reid! Oh god, yes!”
He licks me through the waves of pleasure until I relax against the mattress, pulling at his hair for some reprieve.
His green eyes sparkle as he looks up at me, his mouth and beard glistening in the light from my arousal.
“That was one.”
“Oh, god,” I rasp, trying to catch my breath.
He relaxes again between my legs, his thick finger rimming my pussy. I brace for him to press in, but he just keeps playing,dipping into the first knuckle, using his thumb to spread my arousal up to my clit.
“Reid . . .” I gasp as his tongue replaces his finger, pushing the strong muscle into my core and fucking me with it. His thumb presses softly against my clit, rubbing firm circles and making my legs shake uncontrollably.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me have it.”
He doesn’t stop until I’m a trembling mess, my pussy clenching around his tongue as I give him what he wants. My orgasm rips a scream from my lips that I’m sure everyone in the clubhouse can hear, but I’m too lost to the waves of pleasure crashing through me to care.
“That was two.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
“Never. But I need to get you ready to take me. Our size difference is . . .drastic.”
“I’m ready,” I argue. I’m ready for him to fill me. For him to take my virginity. For him to have a part of me that no one else ever will.
“Have you played with your pussy before, Kinsey?”
His question stuns me for a moment; his eyes are locked onto mine as the tip of his middle finger slowly dips in and out of me.
“Answer me, baby. Have you ever laid in bed at night and played with this sweet little pussy?” He asks again with a devilish smirk.
“Yes, you know I have.”
“Show me.”
“Show you?”
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
“I usually use a toy.”
He growls, long and deep, a husky moan, like the thought of me using a toy on myself pushed himover the edge.
“Fuck, Kinsey. You’ll be showing me that once we’re back home. You fuck yourself with it?”
“Yes. I’m scared to gotoodeep, but yes.”
“Jesus Christ. Show me with your fingers. I want to watch.”
I comply, wanting to please him, wanting to show him, so I slowly drag my fingertips down my stomach, dipping my middle finger through my slit, finding myself soaked.
“You feel how wet you are? Your pussy comes so good, baby. I fuckin’ love the mess you make.”
“Oh, god, Reid. Your mouth.”
“Get used to it, sweetheart.”
I use my finger to dip inside, rubbing my palm against my overly sensitive clit at the same time. My other hand finds my breast, twisting and pinching my nipple while I work myself up. Reid watches me intently, his face so close to where I’m touching myself, the back of my hand bumping his beard and lips.
