“You’re fucking perfect,” I growl, voice full of need.My fingers dig into her thighs, rough enough to make her gasp, to leave marks I’ll make her see later.
“And I’m not rushing a single fucking second of this,” I mutter, lowering myself between her legs, breath hitting her skin.“You’re gonna feel it all.Every second.Every inch.Every time I make you beg.”
And shit, I haven’t needed anything more.
My fingers slide through her slick folds, teasing, slow and cruel.She arches off the bed with a hiss, hips chasing every touch of my fingers.I growl, the strain crawling down my throat because I know I should take this slow… but fuck, I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
“Shit,” I rasp, voice like gravel.My eyes meet hers and lock, dark and hungry.My fingers go deeper, spreading her open, dragging her wetness across my skin.I smirk, all teeth and filth.
“You’re so fucking drenched for me,” I murmur.“This pussy’s fucking desperate.Begging to be ruined.”
I lean down and plant a kiss on her stomach.It’s soft.Too soft for what I’m about to do.
“Lower,” she says, her voice breathy and sharp.
That pulls a filthy grin from me.The good girl’s gone.She knows exactly what she wants and, fuck, I’m going to give it to her.
I trail my mouth lower, pressing soft kisses across her stomach, slow and possessive as hell.My tongue drags across her skin, tasting her, marking her.My voice drops to a whisper, lips brushing just above where she needs me most.
“You’re mine, Red.”
Another kiss.A gentle lick.
“And I’m gonna take my time fucking you.”
I slide a finger into her, slowly, and fuck me, she clamps around me so tight I almost lose it right here.Hot, wet, and fucking perfect.It’s a chokehold.A goddamn vice.
“Shit,” I say.“You’re so fucking tight.”
Another finger presses in, and I feel her stretch around me, inch by inch.Her back arches off the bed, hips rolling into my hand, chasing the friction with this frantic, dirty rhythm that makes my cock throb against my zipper.
Her lips part in a gasp.Her eyes flutter.Then she moves—grinding down, owning it.Owning me.
My thumb finds her clit and starts circling.Her whole body jolts under my touch, and it sends a shot of pure fucking lust through my veins.
“That’s it,” I murmur, voice low and edged with need.“Take it.Show me how much you fucking want this.”
I curl my fingers just right, dragging against that spot that makes her hips jerk, her breath catch, her moans break open against the air.She’s a vision.Writhing, needy, wrecked, and she hasn’t even had my cock yet.
I lean in, breath brushing over her skin.My lips graze the inside of her thigh, just enough to tease.I breathe her in.She’s ripe, sweet, dirty.She smells like sex and everything I need.
Then I flick her clit with my tongue.
She jolts — hips snapping upward, a cry ripping from her throat.And just like that, she comes alive.
“Reece,” she breathes, that soft, needy whisper that fucks with my head in the best way possible.
God, I fucking live for that sound.
I flick her clit again, then suck hard enough to make her hips jerk.She moans my name a second time, all breathless and broken.I groan against her pussy, tongue relentless as I devour her.I lick.I suck.I curl my fingers just right, stroking her inside until she’s shaking, right on the edge.
She’s a mess.A damn masterpiece.
And I’m not stopping.
Not until she’s falling apart with my name in her mouth.
“That’s it,” I growl, my voice rough and dripping with hunger.“Let go, Red.Let me fucking feel it.”
