Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
I bite down on my inner cheek to ensure not even a squeak dares leave my mouth. I fear I won’t be able to stop myself if I start.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” Reed mutters against my skin.
Mounting pressure forms a fiery pit in my core, and the words send it over the top. The second I felt him touch me, I was in for a treat, but how could I have known it would be this hot? This intense?
He slides the hand away from my clit, but it’s not left alone long before his mouth slithers over me. There’s no delicacy in Reed’s actions. A single lick is all he gives it before sucking my nub into his lips. The pressure is followed by quick, sharp flicks of the tongue, and an overwhelming blast of pleasure resonates throughout my entire body.
“That feels so good, don’t stop,” I whimper. I want to say more, but every word has the possibility of being followed up by a loud moan, and I have to still myself.
Reed listens, continuing whatever magic he’s enacting down below. While his mouth works wonders on my clit, the hand that moments ago rubbed it finds its way to my entrance. He glides it between my folds, getting it soaked, and I can’t stop the giddy chuckle tearing from my lips. With another deep suck, he slides his finger inside of me and doesn’t stop until his knuckle hits my outer walls.
His hand starts to move again, this time pulling in and out in long, slow motions. The fiery pit in my belly turns to an intense pressure, gripping at my core and yearning to be released. Each thrust of Reed’s hand brings me closer to the edge.
“Are you close?” Reed asks.
“Uh-huh.” It’s all I can manage to get out between my short breaths.
“Then cum for me. Cum on my face.” Intensity drips off his words.
And that’s all it takes for the pressure to release. Pleasure bursts from my core and stretches through every fiber of my being. Everywhere the radiant warmth touches leaves goosebumps in its wake, and my body finally collapses underneath me from the overwhelming orgasm that ripped through me.
Reed catches me before I hit the floor, muttering that he isn’t finished yet. Before he releases me in full, he uses the pad of his tongue to lap up whatever juices managed to escape.
“I said I want every last drop, and I’m going to have it,” he snarls. It should sound silly, but hearing him say those words is so fucking hot.
When he finishes, Reed lifts my panties, then my shorts, and does the button for me. He uses the back of his wrist to dry his face before standing upright again.
I turn to face him, only to find he hasn’t moved and I’m staring into his chest. I look up at him through a hooded gaze, and a satisfied smile has taken over his face.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asks.
I open my mouth to speak, but he doesn’t allow me to. He wraps a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. Our first kiss. I can still taste myself on him, and if my legs were struggling to support me before, they’re even weaker now. He has to hold me up while our tongues dance their own passionate dance.
It might be wrong— even worse now, having tested Reed’s faith and broken it—but I know this is the right decision.
“Are you ready to go back to the football game?” he asks when he breaks our kiss. He takes a step back, distancing himself from me on the off-chance someone walks in.
No wonder he was so happy to take the drinks out. No one would need another while he was busy.
“Fuck the football game,” I blush at my own cursing. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Reed’s dashing smile is replaced by a wicked one. “Oh, you will. And you’ll never be the same again afterward.” He leans in close for the next part. “Because I’m going to destroy you, pretty little thing. And you’re going to love being broken.”
Without another word, Reed grabs the knife and starts dicing the cucumber into thick chunks.
And I’m left floating in wonderland, with more delighted thoughts of what’s to come.
5
REED
Three Days Later
My phone hasn’t stopped ringing since I woke up this morning. No matter how many times I kill the calls or how long I leave it lying somewhere where the constant buzzing won’t bother me, it goes off. There hasn’t been a minute of peace from it since I sat down in the coffee shop, and my guess is it won’t stop until I answer.
It would be easier to answer if the caller ID didn’t read Unknown Number. Hell, it would be easier to answer if this wasn’t a burner I picked up for emergencies. No good can come from answering this call, yet I can’t stop myself.