Page 32 of Personal Foul

Oddly enough, the idea of Reagan having my kid makes me harder.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my mind.” Her reply comes out as a demand.

I don’t ask again.

I lift her again before slamming her down onto me, making her cry out.

“Mine.God, this pussy was made just for me,” I pant into her ear.

I hold her against me as her body adjusts to this new position. Once her breathing calms down, I slowly start thrusting into her.

She meets me thrust for thrust. As I push up, she grinds down, driving us both crazy. When her nails bite into my shoulders, my patience breaks. I grip her hips, setting a punishing pace.

The noises she makes are straight from heaven. Each moan of my name brings me higher. When she finally crashes over the edge, her entire body clenches around me.

Her pussy around my dick is like a vise. With two more thrusts, I follow her over, spilling my seed inside her.

I continue to hold her, kissing her shoulders and collarbone until she comes back to me. Once she does, the smile covering her face makes my heart stop.

In that moment, I realized something.

I’m in love with Reagan Kelly.

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We walkhand in hand through Pike Place Market, both wearing sunglasses and ball caps at Reagan’s insistence. If I didn’t know better, I would say she doesn’t want to be seen with me. Reagan is a machine knowing which shops she wants to go into and what ones she doesn’t. I see a flower stall and can’t help but want to grab some for her. I squeeze her hand, getting her attention.

“Hey, I want to go over there and look at something. Wait for me?”

“Of course. I’m going in there to grab some more soap.” I look into the specialty soap store. “Find some for my place and I’ll pay for it when I come back.”

“I can afford to buy soap for your place, Garrett.” She rolls her eyes.

“I know but I want to.”

She ignores my plea and stands up on her tippy toes, kissing me square on the lips.

“No pink.”

She winks at me before walking into the soap shop.

I look back at the flower stall and they have a ridiculous pink bouquet front and center.

How did she know I wanted to get her flowers? And who made the mistake at buying her pink anything?

I shake my wayward thoughts away and walk to the stall and inspect each arrangement.

“If you’re buying for the woman you just mauled, I would go with these.” The older lady working points at some flowers.

“What are they?” I gently touch the purple petal. It’s just a few flowers with some greenery mixed in.

“Those are purple calla lilies, they symbolize passion and by the looks of that kiss, you two have that in spades. That right there...” She points at the green leafy plant mixed in. “Is eucalyptus. Smells amazing, and if you’re one of those all-natural people, it has a lot of health benefits.”

I look back at the store and can’t see Reagan, so I turn around and grab them. “I’ll take them.”

The lady rings me out and I stick an extra twenty in her tip jar.

“You have a great day, Mr. Stone.”

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