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I nod, digging my nails into his ass. It probably hurts him a little, but if it’s anything like the sting in my scalp when he tugs on my hair, it’s the good kind of pain—the kind that edges right up next to pleasure, heightening both.

His lips pull back a little in something almost like a grimace, his nostrils flaring with each inhale as he starts to go faster, fucking deeper into my throat every time. I concentrate on remaining lax in his hold, letting him control the movements, but it’s hard. The heady mix of adrenaline and desire is swirling higher and higher inside me, making it difficult not to squirm.

I need… I needsomething.

“Touch yourself,” Reese grits out. “Get yourself off again. Goddamn, Firefly, I’m so close. Come with me.”

As if I’ve been waiting for permission from him this whole time without even realizing it, I do what he says immediately, shoving a hand down my pants and circling my clit with fast, rough movements. The heat that’s been simmering inside me explodes outward, shoving me headfirst into my fifth orgasm of the night.

I cry out loudly around Reese’s cock, and he lets out a stream of curses, fucking my face with erratic strokes as he swells in my mouth.

His cum hits the back of my tongue, tangy and salty, and I close my eyes as I swallow several times, trying to capture all of it.

After a few more thrusts, Reese’s movements start to slow. He slowly pulls out, and I blink my eyes open, looking up at him. His thumb brushes over the outer corner of my eyelid, and it’s only then that I realize there are tears forming there. A few of them have even spilled over and trailed down my cheeks. I didn’t even notice at the height of everything.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice a little ragged.

I nod, smiling up at him so he’ll know the tears aren’t bad ones. “Yeah. I’m good.”

He helps me to my feet and wipes them away, his movements deliberate and gentle. He hasn’t even tucked his softening cock away yet, seeming more concerned with taking care of me in the aftermath than himself.

That’s definitely new for me too, like so much of tonight has been, and it feels… nice.

“You did so well,” he tells me, brushing my wild hair behind my ears. Then he shakes his head, looking a little dazed. “That was… damn, I had no idea you’d be into that.”

“Me neither.” I chuckle, biting my lip as I grin widely. “But I guess I am.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

He frames my face with both hands again, his eyes bouncing between mine, and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me. But before he can do or say anything else, my stomach interrupts the moment with a loud grumble.

Reese’s eyes widen in surprise at the same time mine do, and then we both burst out laughing.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, stepping back and starting to tug his pants and boxer briefs back up.

I can’t help the way my gaze drops downward. He’s still half hard, and even partially softened, his cock is still massive. Even though I just had him in my mouth and seriously don’t think I could come again right now, I find myself half tempted to drop to my knees again and wrap my lips around him.

I feel like I could get addicted to his cock, which isn’t something I’veeverthought about a dick before in my life.

Reese’s low chuckle draws my attention back up to his face. A smirk curves his lips, and his brown eyes are warm with amusement as our gazes meet.

“I meant hungry forfood,” he clarifies, making heat rush to my cheeks.

“Right.” I clear my throat, then nod. “Yeah, I could eat.”

Chapter21

Callie

My heart is still racing when I take a seat on the bed next to Reese thirty minutes later and dig into the pile of room service we ordered. I wasn’t lying when I said I was hungry, and I’m genuinely surprised at how much giving a blowjob and coming for the fifth time tonight could tire me out.

With Austin, most of the blowjobs I gave him were over and done with in under ten minutes. There wasn’t usually any foreplay involved, and I never really got turned on while doing it. And then afterward, he’d go shower and fall asleep, and I’d be left unsatisfied half the time.

But there’s no point in thinking about my shitty ex when I have Reese with me, piling French fries, mozzarella sticks, and a fresh-baked brownie onto my plate. I hate to say it, but I didn’t even know aftercare existed until I started reading romance. It feels like another deprivation that Reese is now supplementing through our agreement.

“Fuck, this is good,” he groans, a string of mozzarella dangling from his lips. I wrap it around my fingers and pull it into my own mouth, and his eyes darken as I lick my lips.

“You don’t usually get to eat like this,” I comment, knowing he usually keeps his diet pretty clean.

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