Page 165 of Chalk Outline

He looks for something in his pocket, and a wicked smirk spreads across my face.

“Did you steal my lighter?” he questions, cocking his eyebrow at me.

I nod around him.

He shakes his head and pulls his cock out of my mouth. “You can’t escape me.”

“How else are you going to fuck me harder?”

He chuckles darkly, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he bites his lip. With a quick head shake, he cuts the ropes with his pocket knife, and I fall into his arms.

He carries me under the shade of a nearby tree. My back collides with the rough trunk as he lines himself with my entrance and fills me to the hilt with one. Deep. Thrust.

“Fuck…”

We moan together.

My legs are wrapped around his hips as he starts pounding into me. His palm on my breasts feels rougher. Eager. He squeezes it, spreading his fingers wider and pinching my nipple between his index and middle fingers.

I cup his face and pull him into a sensuous kiss. Our lips wrap around each other perfectly, moving in sync, parallel to his thrusts. Little tremors of pleasure make me spasm around his cock. He groans against me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth and tangling it with mine. I whimper. He groans. Heat cracks through my belly and up my spine, blinding and brutal.

His teeth sink into my bottom lip, stinging my delicate skin until copper fills my mouth.

“You’re mine.”

His arms come under my thighs and ass, lifting me up and down his impossibly hard cock. The pressure is maddening. The way his piercings flick with each friction drives us both crazy.

Mona tightens around Reeve’s neck, and his greedy thrusts turn frantic.

He grips my throat like a collar, and the cool metal of his rings feels pleasant against my heated skin. “Take a deep breath,” he orders, and waits until I do what he asks. His hand tightens, applying more pressure, until my eyes roll in place as all thesensations clash together, swirling in the base of my belly with every fast stroke of his cock.

Knots pull tightly in my core. Tingles spread through my body like fireworks. Soft, creamy light flashes behind my eyelids as I squeeze them tight, and my walls start to convulse around his throbbing cock.

“Look at me when you come,” Reeve commands.

I open my lids, and his intense blue eyes send me into oblivion. I climax, dragging my nails down his back. His name echoes through my shaky breath. His warm release blends with mine. The high causes me to spasm uncontrollably for long moments.

I can’t stop.

I squeeze him tightly.

I want more.

He thrusts into me in response, eyes locked on mine in a trance of desire.

“Fuck, Winona. I can’t fucking stop.”

“I want more,” I cry out.

Without warning, he pulls out of me, and the absence of him makes my emotions run high. He places me on the ground, spreading my wobbly knees apart, pressing my forearms against the grass, and telling me to rest my head on them. My ass is up in the air as I arch my back for him.

“Relax for me.”

Retreating, he walks to the tree where he built his trap and returns with his thigh bag and mask. He kicks off his boots and disrobes his pants and briefs completely.

His cock presses against his thigh, thickening once more. I watch eagerly as it curves upward, erecting for me.

Crouching down, he kneels beside me. His gaze is wicked and playful, far too seductive that a pool of need bubbles in my core. His face inches closer to my body. Hot breath brushes my skin. He trails sloppy, wet kisses down my back. One by one, they feelmagical, like a spell he casts only on me. Then he showers my ass cheeks with more kisses and nips.