Page 71 of Falling for the Pucking Grump

Reid Pierce begins feasting on me like his next meal, and I’m out of the water with his face between my thighs.

“Reid,” I gasp. “Holy—” His meaty hands knead my ass, silencing my next words as he spreads my lower lips with his tongue, causing my fingers to lace through his hair.

He rises to his full height, casting me higher above the already shallow water but I feel safe in his arms. The shit he’s doing to me is making me forget my own name.

“Fuck, Shorty,” I hear him groan against my center. “You’re perfect.”

I swear I grow wetter by his admission and how he may think so. Never in a million years would I imagine getting eaten out by a man of his caliber but, Lord, I am not complaining.

Actually, it’s going to take a miracle for me to ever have someone come even close to this. I’m practically floating on air as Reid continues to lick and suck on me. This is what every woman dreams of.

I’m having a hard time grasping reality and wonder if I passed out somewhere or hit my head on something.

But when Reid’s tongue slowly enters me, my head rolls back, and I’m fully cognitive of the icy night and the clouds above. The moonlight that shines in my eyes and the butterflies that flutter in my stomach. Tingles form at the base of my spine. My orgasm is locked and loaded, and I pray he holds on tight because I’m not responsible for how my body is going to take off.

“Reid,” I warn, tightening my hold on his hair. “I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he commands in his rough and no-bullshit tone. “Cream my face, Shorty. Give me all you got.”

I’m. Going. To. Die.

I can’t think of anything that’s going to be able to stop me if I tried. This man is practically demanding my orgasm, and I’d be a moron not to take it.

However, when Reid rubs my clit against his nose and licks my core, I explode like he told me to, with his name clearly leaving my lips. I mercilessly—and maybe even recklessly—ride his face and strain my legs from the position I’m in to receive the full experience.

I’m spent when I crash, but Reid doesn’t stop feasting on me. Sending shockwaves of aftermath crashing against every nerve-ending in my body.

He moves, but I have no idea where until he gently lowers me down, and I’m forced to meet those hazel eyes that burn with an intensity I’ve never seen.

A furious blush overtakes me and I’m speechless at what to say.

Thank you sounds awful, but it’s all that forms in my head, so I’m grateful when he speaks. I just don’t expect the next words that come out of his mouth.

“I hope you’re not tired yet,” he mutters before I wrap my thighs around his waist.

“What?”

An almost menacing smirk forms along his full lips as I’m placed along the side of the pool and onto the hard cement. “Ah, Shorty. You didn’t think I was just going to eat you out, did you? We’re only getting started.”

Started?

I’m not entirely sure that I can handle another round of this man, but my body is still eager to try. The way he’s looking at me makes all of my thought processes malfunction. I want more of him.

Reid leans forward, cupping the base of my chin with his thumb and index finger. “Do you really swallow, Shorty?” He says with a grin.

Holy shit.

The answer to that is no.

The answer for him is yes. Whatever he wants. However, he wants it. I am a servant to this man.

I nod my head up and down, unable to get a simple word out when he brushes my skin with the pad of his finger.

“Good girl.” The fingers of his other hand brush up against my sensitive clit again, and I shiver in response. “Are you ready for round two?”

A broken exhale rushes from my lungs, and I nod again.

“Tell me that you want me, Shorty, and I’ll give you everything.”

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