Page 164 of Chalk Outline

“How was Mona?”

“Surprisingly, not bad.”

“She’s still around your neck,” he points out.

I pause for a moment, then take a deep breath.

“Good girl.” Reeve grins widely, slipping the cool edge of his knife under my sports bra, and with a quick flick, slices the fabric down the middle. I stretch my arms to let him remove it, but he cups my breast instead, wrapping his lips around my nipple to suck.

My eyes squeeze shut.

The blade skims my collarbone and travels to my other nipple, rubbing against it softly, then vanishes, and a slap replaces it. I arch my back. Mona tightens around my neck again. Bursts of pleasure swim in my belly. Reeve clasps his teeth around my sensitive nipple, scraping my areola and sinking them into it.

I whimper in ecstasy, biting my bottom lip as the pleasurable sensation washes over me.

Being at the mercy of his rough touch is a pill I would gladly swallow over and over without a second thought.

“More,” I beg as he removes my sports bra. “Please, more.”

He spits on the nipple he hasn’t touched yet, licking my areola in circles. The growing stubble on his cheeks tickles me. My arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his back, leaving a crescent-shaped mark on his skin.

He hums around me in approval.

“Reeve, I want your cock in my mouth,” I clarify, and he pauses.

“Anything for my good girl.” He straightens up, and my eyes land on the glistening hair descending from his navel down to the bulge in his pants. It’s directly in front of me, aching. “Wet it all for me, I need to be inside you.”

I unhook the button of his pants and drag the zipper down. His thick cock bounces out, swollen, red, and glistening with pre-cum. Reeve helps me push his pants and briefs down enough to do what I want to do.

I fist his cock—the heavy weight of it in my palm makes my cheeks flush—and stroke it from the base while my tongue toys with the head, giving him quick swirls just to drive him mad.

He groans in pleasure and twists my clit and butt plug as a punishment.

I hum against him, and he thrusts into my hand.

“Jerk.”

“Cock sucker.”

“A proud one,” I finish my statement by cramming his cock inside my mouth. He roars as I let him hit the back of my throat.

I twist my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking each piercing to enhance his pleasure as he starts going in and out.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl.” He growls. “Keep going.”

I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard.

“Just like that. That’s how I like it.”

I memorize every vein, each piercing that slides along my tongue and hits the back of my throat. He drives into me fast and hard.

His groans and whimpers are so resonant. So guttural.

My hands reach up to push his hips away. I slurp around his balls, watching him lose it completely.

He’s so far gone. So deep in desire.

I drag my tongue along his length and give the crown of his cock a quick suction. My sticky arousal piles up as heat climbs up my body. Reeve takes Mona from around my belly and puts her around his neck.