She didn’t listen. She walked up to him, knocking his hand away so she could get all of his hard, hot length into her hands. “Such a gentleman, but…” She stroked him slowly, enjoying his slow swallow as he thrust into her hand.

“Me first, yes, but this way. This is what I want.” She mouthed at his neck, biting into the skin gently.

“You said you’d be good,” he hissed out.

She clucked her tongue before nibbling down his chest to lave at his nipple, her hand never ceasing her up and down motion on his dick. “This is me being good. Aren’t I being such a good girl right now?”

She kissed her way down his chest, licking at his abdomen, head tilted up so she could see every change of expression.

“You’re a fucking demon, aren’t you?”

“Here to torment, yes, sir.”

“Shit, don’t call me that.” He squeezed his eyes shut as she kissed his pelvic bone, so close to where she wanted to be.

“You’re going to want to see this,” she told him, eyes level with his bobbing dick now.

“I can’t…it’s been too long…I’ll…”

“Come? That’s the end goal, isn’t it? And we know how much you love to achieve your goals,” she crooned, licking him and enjoying the way he jerked on her tongue.

He opened his eyes, hand tunnelling into her hair, getting a firm grip. “Fucking hell, Reba. Get up here, now.” He tugged on her hair, but she kept going because she would get every single thing she wanted.

It was also way too much fun to disobey. She gave one last lick, tongue lapping up his salty taste just as he tugged on her hair again. She allowed him to drag her up to her feet for another searing kiss as he manoeuvred them over to the bed.

She lay back, grinning up at him, tongue flicking out to trace her lips, a reminder of how far he could have allowed her to go. Devon ran his fingers down her stomach over to her tattoo. His touch lingered over each petal of the hibiscus. Hmm, he seemed to like it. How interesting. She didn’t get to ask before his fingers got to her clit. He rubbed at her, watching her hips as they moved in time with his fingers.

“Now who’s torturing who?” she groaned out. “I don’t want to be presumptuous, but you might want to get the condoms from my bag now. Don’t think we want to waste precious time looking.”

He reached into the bag at the side of the bed while she drank in the flex of muscle in his ass and thighs. She would be getting a bite out of that at some point. He placed the packet next to her and didn’t bother resuming what he’d been doing with his fingers. Instead, he dipped his head and went right for it.

She bucked up at the swipe of his tongue. Oh, shit. She wrapped her legs around his head. It was too much. She would come, and then what? She wanted to come on his dick. Now. She tapped at his shoulder, but this mofo was paying her back for earlier because he wasn’t letting up.

“Yeah, just…shit, Devon! Stop, stop, stop. Need it now!”

He looked up, and God help her, his mouth was so…glisten-y. “Mmmm?”

She narrowed her eyes, chest heaving. “Get that condom on now. Pretty please?”

He finally did as she asked, and Reba didn’t wait; she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him forward. Then he was inside and moving, and she was just…yeah, that was her teeth in his shoulder. Sorry, not sorry because shit, he felt good.

Devon moved his hips like a man on a mission. He didn’t do failure, so of course, he was trying his best to get her to come. Wouldn’t take much. His fingers and mouth on her had almost gotten her there earlier.

“More?” he grunted.

“More. Everything. Give me everything,” she gasped out. “Please.”

“I enjoy when you say please.”

“Hey, I’m always polite.”

“Hmm.”

She rolled her hips. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

He listened. Thank you, Jesus.

“Hang on,” he said.

Tags: N.G. Peltier Romance
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