A teary laugh escapes her. “A fucking twat? That’s accurate, I suppose.”
Her fingernails scratch through my scalp and it’s the best feeling in the world. I inhale her sweet scent, rubbing my face over her sweater, needing to bathe in all that is her.
“I just flipped out. It’s no excuse. I know that.” I squeeze her tighter. “I only wanted you to be happy.”
“I’m happiest when I’m with you, Reid.”
I let go of her so I can stand up. Cradling her pretty face, I admire just how wonderful she is. This feeling zapping through my veins is unlike anything I’ve ever known. Why the hell would I willingly walk away from it?
“It took me a minute to realize I deserve this thing between us. I have given up everything in my life for others’ happiness, but I can’t give you up. If that makes me selfish, so be it.” I press a soft kiss to her plump pink lips. Fuck, I’ve missed them so much. “I am done sacrificing what I want.”
The next kiss I give her isn’t a sweet, apologetic one. This one is desperate, possessive, and claiming. I kiss her until she whimpers, her fingers clawing at my shirt with the need for more.
“Time to go home,” I growl, tearing from our kiss so I can hoist her up over my shoulder.
She cries out in surprise. “You’re crazy! Put me down!”
“Not a chance.” I smack her ass through her jeanshard enough she squeals. “Now be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth closed so the neighbors don’t think I’m kidnapping you.”
“And if I keep screaming?”
I give her another hard swat that makes her squirm. “I’ll find a way to keep your mouth busy. Right here in the Blakely’s yard.”
She zips her lips and keeps them closed even as I strap her into the front seat of the vehicle. “What about my stuff?”
“We’ll come back for it later.”
“What happens now?”
“Wedo.”
Emma
How much is too much sex?
Do I even care?
Nope.
Sure, I’m sore from all the makeup sex we’ve had the last couple of days, but it sure as hell doesn’t have me pushing Reid away. He loves having his face buried between my thighs, licking me over and over until I see stars. It’s my favorite thing in life. Based on the ravenous growls and slurping sounds, he agrees.
It doesn’t take long before Reid has me right where he wants me. I grip the short strands of his hair as the orgasm possesses me. He doesn’t let me move despite my wriggling, forcing me to endure the intense tonguing on my clit, even when it feels like it’s too much stimulation. The man loves giving me the most immense pleasure imaginable.
I’m panting by the time he finishes, throbbingwith the need for him to be inside of me. He bites the inside of my thigh, and I whimper at the sharp pain.
“You turn me into an animal,” he murmurs, licking the teeth-indented flesh. “I go crazy when I’m with you.”
He roughly flips me onto my stomach and then grips my hips. I moan as he molds my body so that I’m ass up on my knees and elbows. His cock slides along the juices of my arousal and his leftover saliva on my pussy. It makes my overworked clit tingle with delight. Then, he pushes against me, and his insanely thick cock stretches me to the point of pain.
“Ahh,” I cry out, pulling his pillow to my face so I can bury the sounds.
“You can take it, Em. You always do.”
Despite the pain, tendrils of pleasure creep in. He’s right. I like when he pushes my body to the limit. Each stretch or bite or bruise adds to the bliss of it all. As if he’s inside my mind and needs to drive home a point, he smacks my ass hard. My pussy clenches multiple times like shockwaves of ecstasy. There’s no hiding how this man makes me feel.
“When you’re good at taking cock,” he grunts out, sliding in and out of me at a teasing pace, “I’m going to get you here, too.”
I flinch when his thumb rubs along my ass crack. “Won’t it hurt?”
