Page 29 of My Mom's Man
“This is a bad idea,” he growls, sitting up, bringing his face close to my stomach. “A very bad fucking idea.”
“Why?” I run my fingers through his short hair. “Doesn’t feel bad.”
“Yet.” His head snaps up so he can look at me. “The things I want to do to you are…”
“Are what?”
“Shameful. Wrong. Fucked up.”
“So?”
His palm slides between my thighs, ghosting overthe flesh as he caresses me reverently. “I don’t think I can be gentle with you, baby. I want to fucking consume you.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” I murmur.
Is that the truth?
Absolutely.
Reid is so careful and safe with everyone.
What happens when he loses control?
I want to be the person he does that for.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He squeezes my thigh, and I yelp at the sharp pain. “See?”
“You can’t scare me away.”
He lets out a snarl. “Fuck it.”
As if a rubber band inside him snaps, he yanks me forward. I fall into his lap ungracefully and straddle him. His huge hands grab my ass, and he pulls me over his cock. We’re both wearing thin material, so I’m able to feel just how thick and long he is.
And he’s so damn big. I’m a novice when it comes to cocks, but you’d have to be an idiot not to realize his dick is a literal big deal.
Holy shit.
Is this really happening?
Finally.
Reid
This can’t happen.
Not outside my sick fantasies.
And yet my stupid ass is urging her to dry hump the hell out of me. Each time she rubs against me, I swear I’m going to come right then.
I need to slow this down.
You need tostopit, idiot!
My palms slide to her ass, and I squeeze her cheeks. She whimpers but keeps riding me over my clothes. I’m lost in the feel of her. Unable to stop the feral need coursing through me, I reach up to grab her dainty neck. I tighten my grip and force her pretty lips to mine. Ragged breaths fight for passage in her throat.
Doesn’t she feel the darkness inside me, bubbling to the surface?
Why isn’t she running?
