Page 196 of Wicked Little Darling

When he brought his eyes to mine, they were full of heat. “You goddamn slutty bastard,” he rasped, stalking over to me.

“Yeah, just for you, baby.” I smiled and stroked up my cock, tilting my hips to push it harder into my palm. The way he was looking at me was so fucking hot.

I rubbed my fingers over my nipple, then pinched it.

He slapped my hand away with a little growl, then dipped his head and sucked on my nipple. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him to my chest as he sucked and nibbled, sliding one hand between my legs, fingers grazing the inside of my thigh.

I’d evened his hair out a few weeks ago, so it was all pretty short now, but growing. I liked it short. I got to see that beautiful butterfly so clearly.

Reese climbed onto the bed and between my legs without taking his mouth off me and began trailing kisses down my stomach.

“How long have you been waiting here like this?” he asked, his gaze lifting to mine. “Looking like a pretty little slut for me?”

“Forever,” I groaned as he parted my legs more.

He smacked my flank. “How long?”

“I don’t fucking know, ten minutes? An hour? Time is just an illusion—unngh.”

He dipped his tongue into my belly button, then slid it lower until he was right above the waistband of my jockstrap. He snapped it against my skin, making me hiss, then rubbed his hand over the spot.

“You look perfect in it,” he murmured, kissing my hip bone. “And now I’m gonna fuck you in this stupid slutty jockstrap you bought just for me. Turn over.”

A wild thrill coursed through me, but I needed him to know first. “I want you to do it however you want. Don’t hold back, Reese.”

The excitement in his eyes was such a fucking turn-on. God, I wished I’d told him this sooner.

He licked his lips and asked, “You sure?”

“When it comes to you, the answer is always yes.”

The slow smile that stretched across his face was sinful and gorgeous and I wanted him to wreck me with those lips, destroy me with those teeth, ruin me with that tongue.

I turned onto my stomach as he sat back, then got my knees under me, spread them wide, arched my back, and bared myself to him. “Come on, darling. I don’t have all day.”

His eyes were riveted to my ass, pupils blown as he took in every inch of me. He reached out and curved his hands over my cheeks, spread them apart, then leaned in and licked a long stripe from my taint to the top of my ass crack.

I jolted and moaned, but he was gone all too soon. I looked back to see him opening the lube, which I’d put on the bed next to me, along with some condoms.

He drizzled it between my cheeks, using his fingers to gather it up and push it into my hole.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, closing my eyes as he slid two fingers inside me. Reese had a way of completely turning off my brain when he touched me like this. The deepest pleasure burned through me as he filled me with his fingers, slowly pumping them in and out, deliberately avoiding my prostate, the bastard.

I bucked when his other hand cupped me through the jockstrap and started rubbing.

All that existed were Reese’s hands and the mind-numbing ecstasy he was wringing from me. I could stay here all day while he lazily fucked me with those long, pretty fingers.

He began to scissor them, to prep me to take that huge cock, and I was about ready to burst.

“It feels so fucking good,” I said hoarsely. “How does it always feel better and better? Oh, fuck.” He glided over my prostate, and stars exploded behind my eyes.

Then his fingers were gone, and when I glanced back, he was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed as he pulled his cock out. He ripped open the condom wrapper, glanced at me when he realized I was staring back at him, and smiled.

“The safe word isTchaikovsky. And the gesture is flipping me off. Got it?”

I smirked at him. “You really think I’ll need a safe word? Or a gesture? You gonna fuck me so hard I can’t speak?”

His smile grew wider. “Maybe.”