Page 97 of Distress Signal

“I want to taste you.”

Immediately, I backed off and stood at the foot of the bed.

“Come here,” I directed. She sat up and crawled to me. “Arms up.” When she complied, I pulled her shirt off. “Now get on your back with your head off the bed.”

Reagan eagerly complied, flipping herself around so her head hung off the mattress. I stripped out of my boxer briefs, and Reagan’s mouth popped open, tongue out, when my cock sprung free.

“Good girl,” I praised. She reached for me, tugging my shaft, urging me closer. “Goodfuckinggirl.”

My bed was tall enough that my cock slipped easily into the wet heat of her mouth with little maneuvering, and I bent over her, once again burying my face in her pussy.

I slid my tongue between her lips, collecting her arousal and spreading it around, mixing it with my saliva as I traveled up to her clit. Reagan’s hips jerked toward me when I shoved two fingers into her at the same time I flicked my tongue against the swollen nub, and I chuckled.

Soon, though, the finesse I usually possessed when it came to pussy eating turned to disjointed licks. With her tongue swirling around me, her mouth bobbing up and down, I found it difficult to think straight let alone tongue fuck her the way she deserved. Especially not when my hips moved of their own accord, pumping my dick deeper into her mouth and down her throat.

I expected her to gag, to push me away, but she merely swallowed around my tip, squeezing me like a vice, and backed off before repeating the process.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, lifting my head from her cunt. “You don’t have a gag reflex, do you?”

Reagan’s laugh reverberated through my shaft, and my balls drew up tighter to my body.

Oh hell no.

I wasn’t about to blow my load before I even got inside her.

In a smooth move, I pulled free of her mouth, hopped on the bed, and dragged her into the center of the mattress.

Reagan pouted. “I was having fun.”

“You were going to make me come.”

She grinned. “Exactly.”

“No, baby. The only way I’m coming is buried balls deep in this pussy.” I punctuated the statement with a slap to her cunt, and Reagan gasped.

“Then get to it.”

I tried to move away from her, to reach for the condoms inmy nightstand, but her legs locked around my hips, holding me in place.

When I looked at her again, she was shaking her head. “Bare. I want to feel all of you, Finn.”

“You’re sure? I’ve never fucked anyone without one, and I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical, which came back clear.”

“I’ve never been with anyone without one before, either, and I have an IUD,” she admitted. “There is no one I trust to take care of me more than I trust you.”

Ducking my head, I captured her mouth with mine, a deep kiss that left us both breathless when I pulled away.

I was helpless to deny this woman anything.

“You are my fucking dream girl, Reagan Lindsey.”

My cock slipped through her slit, sliding through her lips easily. When I pulled back, the head notched itself at her entrance, almost like my body knew that’s where I was meant to be—buried in and claiming Reagan. Making her mine in a way no one else ever had been.

Finally, I slid home.

twenty-eight

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