Page 68 of Pretty Little Lies

No, Reeve worships me like he was born to do it.

“You said if I begged you’d fuck me?”

Geezus Christ, who are you right now?

Apparently, brazen as fuck because I’ve had small pieces of Reeve, but this…a girl could getreallyused to it.

Reeve hums along my slit, drawing his tongue upward, and I think he’s going to answer me, but he only goes back to doing what he so graciously does a good job at.

“I’m ready,” I pant out, holding his regard.

He doesn’t move.

“Reeve, please…” I must’ve given him too much confidence because two fingers are sinking deep into me, and I gasp into a slow moan. “Goddd…”

He acknowledges me by pumping into me faster, licking my clit, and circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.

My orgasm splits through me so quickly that I don’t get that waiting period before I’m soaring through space and time. Reeve doesn’t quit, forcing my climax to last longer. To keep going because he’s not done.

“Ohfuck.” Another tremor racks through my whole body, and I clench my thighs closed from the intensity of it, trapping Reeve’s head and bowing my back forward for another lick, another kiss or delve of his digits.

He rewards me with all of them until I’m a sack of wasted bones and collapsing back against the cushions.

When he finally does come up, Reeve clenches, snatching my tee and immediately heaving me back into him. Our mouths couple, and I can taste him and myself as he deepens the kiss.

“You good, baby?”

“Define good,” I quake, chest heaving heavily up and down, which receives me one of those famous Reeve smirks.

“I’ll take that as you’re doing fine.” His forehead presses into mine with that silly smile. “I think I might have a crush on you, McQueen.”

Damn, I think I might be too.

Or is that my orgasm still talking? I’m not sure.

But he really doesn’t look bad still on his knees between thighs with both his palms holding me there.

“You still can’t be coming to South Shore like you do,” I scold lightly.

“Then I might come at night.” He kisses me again. “Climb through your window.” Another kiss. “Maybe sink myself deep inside you.”

My pussy throbs at the thought of him fucking me for real this time.

Yo, I’ve never craved someone like I do him right this very instance.

Oh, God, fucking shoot me in the face right now.

“Stop teasing me, asshole,” I grind out, but it’s fake as hell. There’s no cloaking shit, feelings, wants, the desire of belonging to him, because Reeve Stanton would treat me like a queen, and I’d never know how to wear that crown right.

“Quit denying your starting to like me then, McQueen.” I open my mouth to tell him I’m not, but my self-preservation just stood in my way. “Sounds like you need some more softening.”

“I don’t.”

“You do,” he vouches softly, coming up to place with a lock of my hair. “I got all the time in the world. Besides…I need to make sure you have a good story to tell our kids.” My face must explode with several choice words floating through my brain because Reeve barks out in laughter. “It’d be a whole lot easier for you in the long run, baby. Don’t fight it.”

TWENTY-ONE

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