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This is a side of Remi I have not seen, and I can’t help but giggle in surprise. I was fully prepared to take control of this, yet I love how dominant he is. It tells me he’s just as ravenous as I am.
“Spread your legs for me.” His voice is deep, demanding.
With a coy smile, I part my thighs. My skin is so hyper-sensitive I can’t help but glide my fingertips over my breast and tweak a nipple. My head falls back in pleasure. I straighten back up just in time to watch him loosen his jeans to grip himself.
“Christ, look at you. So fucking sexy, Mae.” His face twists in pleasure. “Put one foot on the counter. Open wide, baby. Show me that pretty pussy.”
I do exactly as I’m told and swivel my hips in frustration. “Remi,” I whine. “You’re too far away.”
He grips the collar at the back of his neck and pulls his t-shirt off. The taut muscle and solid planes of his pecs ripple as he stalks toward my parted thighs. My mouth waters as I imagine my tongue traveling over one of his rigid nipples only to bite the other.
He dips his index finger under the lace between my legs, easily sliding along my slippery slit. “All this for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
Tilting his head with a smirk, he advances. “Since I ruined dinner” — he eyes the broken plates and food scattered on the floor — “I am a bit hungry.” He aims a blazing stare at me. “I’m going to have to find something else to eat.”
My hips twist—an invitation to feast.
His grin turns lascivious. “You read my mind, Queeny.”
My mouth dries as I watch him watching me, squeezing that magnificent cock straining his jeans. Not taking his eyes off me, he wraps a foot around a leg of the stool and pulls it in front of where I’m dripping for him. He sits in front of me and leans back a bit, putting on a spectacular show.
“You want to know how many times I fucked my fist to this very image?”
I nod because … duh. Of course I want to know.
“Too many times, baby.”
Remi lifts his chin and tentatively runs the tip of his tongue over my peaked nipple before taking it between his teeth and nibbling. As he’s working my breasts, he pulls the fabric at the apex of my thighs taut, trapping my clit inside. When he starts pulling the lace in an upward motion, I shudder. It’s abrasive and intense in the best way. My body drowns in pleasure, begging for more.
I don’t realize my eyes are closed until Remi brushes his thumb across my lashes. “Open your eyes, beautiful.”
When I do, I find his gaze adoring and fervent. I want to look away. I don’t need his adoration mucking the waters of what this actually is—just sex. But as hard as I try, my eyes refuse to leave his.
Not taking his attention away from my face, his fingers hook onto my waistband and tug my Cheekys off. I lift up to help expedite the process—I’m efficient that way.
Once I’m completely bare, his gaze travels down to the landing strip of hair that barely covers my crease. He leans in, nudging my wet slit open with a knuckle. When he takes a deep inhale, he groans from the back of his throat.
“So fucking good.” Lifting his head, he catches my attention. “Watch. See how good I take care of you.”
Chapter 17
The GOAT
Mae
When it comes to oral sex, you have two species of pussy eaters—the “tippers” and the “all-inners”.
The first are the ones who use the tip of their tongue and give a flick here or there while their fingers do most of the work. Giving the minimum effort to get it over with and then expect a deep throat reciprocation. Uh-uh, that shit doesn’t fly with me. “No fuss, no nut” has always been my motto.
Then you have the all-inners, the ones that nosh muff like they haven’t eaten in three years and this is the last meal they will ever have on this green earth. With his whole mouth latched onto my honey pot, Remi is definitely an all-inner.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” I chant, bowing my back off the countertop and gripping his hair. It’s almost too much. His sucks and bites are intense. Relentless. I’m not sure how he’s even breathing.
“You like that, Queeny?” Remi asks before biting and sucking my inner thigh. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
A soft touch of his fingertip teases my entrance. I squirm for more. “Yes, right there.”
