Page 135 of The Sweetest Return

“Say it for me.”

I swallowed, but there was no pretending with him standing there, hard and familiar in a way that made my whole body ache.

“I missed your dick.”

His eyes closed for half a second.

When they opened, the heat in them had gone darker.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“That’s all I get?”

I reached for him.

This time, he let me.

The first stroke pulled a curse from his mouth. He was warm and heavy in my hand, thick enough to make my throat remember before I even opened for him. Dre watched my face while I touched him, chest rising hard, the composed man everybody else got slipping further away with every pass of my palm.

His hand settled beneath my head.

Supporting.

“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop.”

“I know.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know, Dre.”

His jaw flexed. “Open for me.”

I did.

Taking him like that, on my back with him standing over me, made everything feel more exposed. More surrendered. My lips parted around him, and the first slide of his dick into my mouth pulled a sound from him that went straight between my legs.

“Shit, Mani.”

I moaned around him.

His hand flexed beneath my head, giving me the angle, helping me take him without forcing me to. I could see him from beneath my lashes, upside down and ruined, jaw tight, abdomen drawn hard, eyes fixed on my mouth like he could not believe I was real.

“Look at you,” he said, voice ragged. “Lying there with that pretty fucking mouth full of my dick.”

My pussy throbbed.

He saw my hips shift.

“Yeah. I remember.” His free hand slid over my breast, thumb circling one wet nipple ring before tugging lightly. “You always liked when I talked to you.”

I took him deeper.