I grinned then. “You’ve got a fancy doctorate and all you can come up with is gooder?”
“Yes,” she snapped.
“I’ll stop anytime you want, just say the word. Any word.”
“Okay,” she said, softening a little.
I held her gaze as I hooked my fingers in delicate edge of her panties and slid them down. She moved her legs to help me get them off, then with a flick of her foot, tossed them off the bed.
“I’m not going to break, Reed,” she said.
I watched her for a second longer, then even more.
“Reed,” she repeated, almost begged.
Her saying my name was like a bell at the beginning of a round, starting a fight. I focused on the task at hand, gave it my all. Won.
I slid off the bed and to my knees, grasped her ankles and pulled her to the edge. Pushing her thighs apart, I looked my fill, took in how pink she was. How wet. How perfect.
Then I put my mouth on her and got her taste all over my tongue. Worked her until she was clawing at my shoulders, crying out my name, her knees all but squeezing my ears.
She was going to come on my tongue and fingers before I got in her. I’d get her soft and ready for me because I was big, and I was primed.
I’d wanted her since the moment those elevator doors opened. But no guy before had gotten her off, seen to her. Made her scream. They’d satisfied a need in her for a connection but nothing else. It hadn’t been real.
This was. Her responses to me. The way her pussy clenched around my finger as she came. As she dripped all over my chin.
Fuck yes. She was incredible. Responsive. Passionate. And she made me feel like the champion of the world because I’d given it to her. Her first man-made orgasm.
She’d give me all the rest, too. Every single fucking one belonged to me.
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HARPER
God. Reed. He was… this was… I couldn’t think. I could only feel. Feel his body pressing into mine. Feel his heat, his strength. Feel his intensity, his desire for me.
How had this guy gotten past every defense I ever raised? How did he see things no one else did?
Why did he even want me? He knew every broken piece of me, and he was still here. Sure, it could be for the sex, but he’d touched me and never asked for reciprocation. Even now—
I moaned, low and deep, coming hard. Coming all over him.
He didn’t let up, licking and kissing my core as the best orgasm of my life slowly faded. I was relaxed—biggest understatement ever—and boneless. Sweaty. Content.
He came up over me, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Good?”
I rolled my eyes, and I couldn’t help the smile. “Looking for praise?”
He didn’t say anything, only winked.
“I’ve… I’ve never had a guy do that before.”
He frowned down at me. “No one’s ever—”
I shook my head.
“Fuck, princess. I’d live between your thighs if I could. I love the taste of you on my tongue.”