Page 69 of Heart & Hope

“A man has to suffer a little.”

If this is her idea of torture? Sign me the fuck up.

Chapter Sixteen

RUBY

Reed’s big and perfect and so hard. My insides curl up at the sight of him, desperate to be impaled on this man. This gorgeous, funny, kind, thoughtful, amazing man. But for now, I sink back to my knees after pretending to make him suffer. Who am I kidding—not straddling his lap and letting him stretch and fill me up is my own personal hell.

I take his hard, perfect cock in one hand and slide him into my mouth, as deep as I can go. One of his hands snaps from the doorframe and sinks into my hair. He likes this. I like this. I pull back up, increasing the suction.

“Baby, slow down.” His voice is pure gravel.

The things that sound does to me. Heat pools low in my belly again. I’m so wet, I’m not sure there isn’t a puddle between my knees. The fire in my core is killing me. Reed’s eyes are closed. His face is twisted with something like beautiful agony. I sink down and pull up quick, pumping with my hand as I go, and his stance falters as he hisses a breath. I pop off the top.

I need to slow down.

“Look at me, Reed.”

Slowly, he lowers his head, brilliant green eyes locking onto me. “Don’t take your eyes off me, okay?”

He nods, jaw feathering as he slaps his hand back to the doorframe. I grip my breast with one hand and roll the nipple between my fingers. I can’t help the soft moan that falls from my mouth.

“Sweet Jesus, Rubes. Baby, you’re killing me.”

“This hurts?”

I pluck the nipple and move to the other breast. This time, I whimper as the pressure on the nipple has my core twisting on itself.

“God, beautiful. I need that sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh, this pussy?” I glide my hand down my belly until my hand cups my wetness.

“Yeah,” he rasps.

I pump two fingers inside. “Like this?”

He doesn’t respond. His gorgeous face is devastation in motion as his jaw works, his lips part, and he grabs his cock with one hand. I bat it away.

“Ah ah, that’s my job.”

I pump my fingers in and out a few more times, closing my eyes. When I open them, Reed’s strung out in the best way possible. I wrap a hand around his cock and take him deep into my mouth. This time, I tangle my tongue around the tip, teasing the small opening. Sucking my way back up, I repeat the action before sinking back down.

His legs begin to shake. “Bab—” The word turns to a heady groan.

Good man.

I suck and pull, sweeping my tongue over the tip with every stroke up. The taste of him, I catalogue away, along with every other part of this man who has been my friend for so many months. Every single thing I adore about him is stored securely away in my heart.

On the next stroke, his cock pulses. I keep up the motion, tightening my grip, increasing the suction even more as Reed Rawlins falls apart above me. And the look, the shape of his face when he lets go,thatI stash away for later.

That’s something I will never forget.

When the last wave peters out, I reluctantly release him from my mouth, wiping the last drop from my lips with a finger. I close my eyes, breathing in the moment. Something thuds in front of me, and when I open my eyes, Reed is on his knees in front of me. His hands move to cradle my face as his mouth covers mine.

I break the kiss a moment later. The wood, as lovely as it is, has my knees aching. I push to stand. When Reed doesn’t follow, I tilt my head with a shy smile. “Coming to bed?”

“Yeah,” he breathes.

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