If ever presented the choice of being smothered by a hot milf, 99 out of 100 men would throw themselves in headfirst with a grin.
The last one percent were just liars or secretly batting for the other team.
Obviously, if some poor bastard—yes, you readers included—ever got the chance to be buried under a woman's warm thighs, you wouldn't sit there like a saint.
No, you'd eat her like she was the last damn meal on earth.
And Rae, no matter what he was now, had been a man in his past life, a man in this one too. Instinct didn't disappear just because you got reincarnated.
When heaven drops a divine gate right onto your face, you don't question, you don't hesitate—you taste.
So Rae licked.
A long, slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, dragging upward from the fat base of her trembling kitty all the way to the sensitive peak.
Melissa nearly lost her soul. Her thighs shook as if lightning had zapped her spine. Her eyes went wide, then rolled back before she could stop it.
