Chapter Three
Bent for Him
He didn't ask.
He never did.
Reed slammed me down on the antique desk like it was made for this-for f*****g. For ruin.
My back arched against the cool wood, legs falling open. My sleep shirt was still bunched around my waist, and I wasn't wearing a single thing underneath.
He stared at my p***y like it owed him something.
"You came on my tongue," he growled, dragging two fingers through my slick folds, spreading me wide. "You sucked my c**k like a good girl."
I moaned as he rubbed slow circles around my c**t.
"But I haven't f****d you yet."
"Please," I begged, shameless and soaked.
"Say it louder."
"Please, Reed. I need you inside me."
He grinned-sharp, wicked-and fisted his c**k, stroking the thick length slowly as he lined up with my entrance.
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