Page 205 of Redfang Royal


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He shifts, and the hard rub of his shaft sizzles between my thighs.

My physiology is wonky as shit, but I know what I want.

“More.” I trace his abs to the band of his shorts, loving how his ridges shift at my touch.

“That—” His breath hitches. “Might be a little advanced.”

I tease the elastic. “You said anywhere.”

“Hell yeah, I did.” Reese leans back, eyes half-lidded. “But not if you’re not comfortable.”

I’m much more comfortable when I slide my ass down Reese’s thighs, and his flag pole isn’t trying to wave me like it’s Fourth of July.

I want to focus on him while I have this moment of peace.

Maybe this once, I won’t ruin everything. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”

Reese’s voice was low before.

Now it sinks deeper, seductive and sandy as siren song from an ocean trench. “Take out my cock.”

The air’s so heavy, I’m breathing underwater.

Afraid the moment will break, I can’t risk moving slow. I’ve been pining for Reese too long to lose this chance.

One tug of his shorts, and Reese’s shaft strains to say hello.

His tip is slick.

Ready.

My tongue-tip flicks my teeth.

Reese’s growl makes his cock bob. “Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll feel too good too soon.”

“What do I do?” I have ideas, but I’d rather follow Reese’s lead if he’s playing teacher.

“One long stroke, base to tip, yeah? Feel what you’re working with.”

I boldly cup his knot.

Pulsing heat teases my fingers.

“Mmm.” His shoulders pop. “Don’t just squeeze. Stroke.”

I slide my grip along his soft-textured hardness, grazing around his head, all the way to his glistening tip.

“Again,” Reese encourages. “Harder.”

I stroke curled fingers. Base to tip, hard as I dare.

His head tips back. “So good.”

The rasp of his voice and the twitches of his muscles…

Addictive.

Reese’s husky instructions send me into a haze.

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