Page 128 of Chalk Outline
My eyes roll as the climax ripples through me. I cry out his name, and he applies more pressure around my throat.My wife.Fuck, that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I spasm out of control, riding the waves of pleasure.
His grip loosens once the orgasm subsides, and I suck in the air greedily.
His fingers slip out of my center, coated with my cum as he spins me to face him and brings them to his lips. The musky scent drifts between us. I watch carefully as he bends down, putting his finger against my mouth while he slowly glides the other between his lips, sucking it clean.
Still looking at him, I wrap my puffy lips around him and taste myself.
A wild spark flashes in his eyes, and I feel it echoing in mine.
There’s no need for words or signals.
Our eyes communicate it all.
Reeve yanks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and smacks my ass cheek, harder than the last time.
I squeal as he tosses me onto the bed and crawls on top of me. He pinches my clit and my nipple at the same time, sending a pleasurable zap through me, stimulating all my nerves, and enhancing the sensation. I convulse around nothing.
“I need you, Reeve. It’s been so long,” I whisper against his lips.
“I need you more.” His lips press to mine, tangling with my tongue. His fervent body heat envelops me; I revel in every ridge of muscle that presses against my soft curves as he moves to sink his teeth into the pulsing vein in my neck. “Fuck, I want to tear you apart and suture you back up inch by outrageously gorgeous inch.” His voice is gruff as he curses after each suck and nip, claiming his way down my neck with his teeth.
I want to see his naked body. His adorned cock. His face when he comes deep inside me.
“You taste better than I remember, and I haven’t reached your pulsating clit yet.” He trails soft, wet kisses down the valley of my breasts and drags his tongue over my pebbled nipple, slowly, sensually, slurping around it, and moving across to the other one.
His fingers glide up and down my skin, molding, claiming, marking.
He wraps his arms around me and flips us over. I sit on top of him, and he pulls a key from his pocket. My free hand replaces his, then he secures me to the chain attached to the headboard.
“If you get out of those again, I’ll make you come ten more times before I push you down on my cock and you feel every single one of my piercings penetrating you,” he says in a low, commanding voice.
How many piercings does he have?
“You’ll do it either way.” I raise the stakes, shooting him a wicked smirk.
He mirrors my expression. “Bet. Now, spread your legs for me.”
His eyes follow the curve of my body and linger as I spread my thighs for him.
“Wider.”
I lick my lips. My walls convulse even when he’s doing nothing.
The room tilts as he helps me position myself on either side of his head. Being here with him like this is overwhelming, but it’s a craving like no other.
“Are you okay? You’re shaking.” His eyes flick to mine in a soft, penetrating gaze.
I nod. “I’m overwhelmed, but I want this.”
Fingers dig into my hips. Veiny forearms and thick biceps press against my thighs. The sight is mouth-watering. I let out a frustrated huff. I don’t put all my weight on him, keeping my thighs up. My heart races as I watch him look at me like I’m a celestial being he’s fortunate enough to see.
“No, Baby, put all your weight down on me. Squeeze your thighs until I can’t speak at all,” Reeve commands, his heavy breaths rolling over my skin. Strong arms loop around my thighs, locking me firmly in place, and I’m forced to sit down on him and take it.
The stubble on his face tickles as he sucks my swollen clit hard and fast. Fire burning through my limbs, combusting in my core.
Fuck me… this vertigo-induced feeling is like touching the stars and realizing I’m afraid of heights, but I love it. I love feeling in control, even when my hands are tied.
My steady breathing is in stark contrast to my palpitating heart.
