Page 37 of Reacher
“On a scale of one to ten, how fucking wet are you, woman?”
I still had my hands behind my back, which surprised me, but I think I’d even forgotten that I had arms in those moments, when things were so intense and raw.
I moved them to my knees, but what I really wanted to do was shove them both inside my underwear, and get myself off.
“I’m not even on that fucking scale, Reacher.”
He smirked. “Not wet at all then? Don’t need me to get you off?”
Prick. I glared at him.
“Do I need to get myself off, old man? Are you all tuckered out? Needing an afternoon nap?”
He laughed, reaching down to grab my hair, knowing I’d move with him as he guided me up onto my feet. I was pretty sure I’d always move where he wanted me, because I knew he’d bring so much pleasure.
“Sit on the desk.”
I did, I mean, who the hell would argue right now?
Reacher made short work of removing my jeans and underwear, pressing a hand in the centre of my chest, to push me back, onto my elbows.
“Stay there, wench.”
I giggled breathlessly, watching him as he settled in his chair, and positioned himself in front of me. The first touch of his beard against my clit made me tremble. I knew he wouldn’t let me down.
Reacher slid his fingers through my oozing wet pussy, and groaned.
“So fucking wet, Ally. How the fuck am I supposed to keep up with you? You’re insatiable.”
I shuddered again, as he glided his fingers back and forth, before pressing them deep inside me. Two fingers, no waiting. It felt amazing.
“This is how much you like sucking my dick, huh? Really gets you hot.”
I’ve never been one to bite my tongue, have I?
“I could take it or leave it. It’s okay…”
He smirked in response. “Sassy lady. Even after a faceful of cock, you’re still running that mouth.”
“Are you gonna do something about all that moisture I created for you, Reacher? Or is it going to waste? Maybe I won’t even bother getting wet next time.”
He grinned, lowering his face to my pussy once more.
“Oh, you’ll be wet, woman. You just can’t help yourself.” His tongue started teasing my clit, and those two fingers he’d lodged inside me started thrusting, and then three plunged deep. I couldn’t stay still, writhing about on his desk, probably dripping all over it, while he feasted on me. The things this man could do with his mouth…
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Shecamehard,practicallyfucking soaking me in the process. The woman couldn’t hide a damn thing when shewas horny. I licked my fingers, relishing not only the taste of her, but the way her eyes fixed on me as I did.
Honestly, I didn’t think she realised just how fucking amazing she was. She was like a goddess, more sexual than any woman I’d ever met, and she was so comfortable with it. She just said what she was thinking, and didn’t hide what she wanted.
“How am I supposed to sit at this desk after this, and not picture you spread out like this, spilling pussy juices all over it? I’m gonna be able to taste you, every time I sit here, fighting a fucking boner, while I try to do my job.”
She sat up, straightening her t-shirt with shaky fingers.
“If you get really desperate, you can always lick the desk. You might still be able to taste me.”
Jesus Christ, this woman.
