“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
He doesn’t wait, gliding his palm up my inner thigh and gently sliding two thick fingers into me, crooking them deep while his thumb circles my clit. I arch, legs falling wide open for him as I moan.
“You like it like this?” he murmurs. “Being spread out and devoured?"
“God,yes.”
His mouth moves down, lips hot and mustache tickling the delicate skin of my hip. He drags his lips up my ribs while he continues finger fucking me, and sucks one nipple into hismouth, his teeth grazing gently. The whimper that leaves me is downright sinful.
“Tell me what else you like,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back.”
“I… I like being told what to do.”
He hums, his head moving back down my body. “I figured… What else?”
I gasp when he slowly removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth, eyes on mine.
“I like it rough,” I breathe.
His eyes flare, still on mine as he lowers his mouth, tongue darting out and licking a stripe up my pussy. “Keep going.”
I’m barely keeping it together, my eyes rolling back as his tongue swirls my clit, the brush of his mustache against my pussy feeling otherworldly as his fingers slide back in.
“I like spanking,” I moan, writhing under him.
“Yeah?”
“Pull my hair. Grab my throat and tie me up.”
His whole body tightens, and his mouth pauses. “Jesus Christ.”
“Don’t hold back,” I add, breath ragged. “I want you toruinme.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling back just long enough to lock eyes with me. “Say that again.”
I whimper, hips rising off the bed as he drags his tongue flat over my clit, lips closing around it with just enough suction to make me gasp.
“Ruin me,” I whimper again. “Please, Reid. I need it.”
He growls something filthy against my pussy, and then he’s devouring me. Tongue and fingers and stubble all working in perfect sync, as though he’s starving and I’m the only thing that will ever satisfy him. His fingers drive deeper, curling until I cry out, and his mouth—God, his mouth.
There’s no easing or backing off. He just locks in and stays there, tongue flicking and dragging and flattening in relentless rhythm until I’m a panting, writhing mess beneath him.
“Reid—fuck—fuck,don’t stop—”
My thighs start to shake, and he tightens his grip, his free arm locked low across my hips to keep me still as he buries his face deeper.
“You’re gonna come for me like this,” he rasps, voice rough and reverent against my skin. “I’m not fucking you until I’ve made you come on my tongue.”
My moan is high and broken, barely able to form words. “Please. Please—I’m so close—”
“Good girl,” he rumbles. “Give it to me.”
He doesn’t stop. Not when I start to whimper, not when I cry out his name. And when I come, it’s all-consuming.
My body locks tight around his fingers, my vision sparks at the edges, and he groans deep into my pussy. I’m twitching under his mouth, wrung out and trembling, whimpering from overstimulation.
