“So, I mean, nipples and breeding wouldn’t be a thing.”
I stare at him. “Oh, you poor, ignorant, repressed thing.”
“Excuse you? I’m not ignorant. Or repressed.”
“Sure, baby. And I bet you're a pro at eating pussy.”
He makes a face before he catches himself.
I point. “Ha!”
“What? What’s ha? There’s no ha.”
“You looked horrified.”
He bristles. “I just didn’t like it, okay? If people are allowed to like things, then I’m allowed not to.”
“Calm down,” I say, patting his shoulder. “You can like or not like anything you want. Including nipple play, being licked, sucked, bitten, spanked.”
Another priceless expression spreads over his face. I think I could sit here and teasingly educate him forever. I want to teach him everything in graphic detail and then give him a hands-on tutorial. I want to watch him fall apart and put him back together.
“And getting your ass filled with cum,” I add casually. “You might not be able to get pregnant, but that doesn’t mean your ass can’t be bred like a prize–”
“Please stop,” he whispers, voice cracking.
I look at him for a long second. His whole face is red, and it’s bled down his neck down past the neckline of his crewneck sweater.
I lean in conspiratorially. “I’ll stop when you admit you like one thing. Just one.”
“Why?” he begs weakly.
My voice drops low. “Because I have a feeling you’re so flustered because youlikethe idea of me holding you down. Of toying with all the parts of you that you think are shameful.”
Beckett’s throat clicks dryly.
“I bet you even like the idea of taking my big cock inside you. Just imagine it—begging me for more while I stretch you and fillyou over and over, harder and faster, until you don’t know which way is up. You’d take it like a good girl until I’m done with you, until I’m pumping a load so deep you’d feel it in your?—"
His hand slams over my mouth.
And holy shit. He’s right there, inches away, flushed and sweating like he’s still lifting weights, pupils blown so wide his eyes are basically black. Pain mixes with need in his expression, but the need…
The need is winning.
I lick his palm, causing him to yank it back as though I bit him. He stares at his hand. Then at me.
Curious about his reaction, I lean forward and flick my tongue along the edge of his jaw. Quickly, pulling back to watch his expression again.
His mouth drops open.
I do it again, this time darting my tongue out at the spot just below his plump bottom lip. Then I do it again, slower. I don’t back away before lashing my tongue out one more time.
This time he lunges forward, catching my tongue and sucking it into his mouth.
I moan loudly and kiss him back, hungry and reckless and dizzy with how good he tastes. I press him into the tree trunk, run a hand up his thigh.
He buckles like he’s been shot. And then hemoansinto my mouth like he’s dying.
No. Like he’s coming.
