Page 44 of Blue Line Love


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Fuck. I thrash, his tongue dancing around in a swirl on the tight bud. “Yes, yes?—”

He releases my nipple. I nearly protest until his fingers take their place and his mouth goes to the other. He pumps his hips the whole time—slowly, giving me time to breathe and relax into it, to stretch to take him all the way inside of him.

The speed picks up. We melt together. We’re a mess of sweat and pleasure and if he keeps bearing down like that, I’m going to come rightthisdamnsecond.

So I hook my leg to his hip and roll us over.

He makes a surprised “oof!” as he flops back to the bed. It’s short-lived, turning into a groan as soon as I bob up and down on his length. His hands squeeze my hips to guide me.

“Just like that. Ride me hard, baby. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

His hand snakes up between my breasts. He caresses my throat before his fingers wrap around in the faintest tease.

A thrill sends a shiver down my spine. I don’t even have to think twice before I answer. “Yours. I’m yours. I’m always yours.”

Reese smirks and tightens his grip. “I fuckin’ love when you say that. I fuckin’ love that it’s true, too. Now, milk my cock ‘til I say you can stop, baby.”

God, that’s so fucking hot. I prop my hands up on the headboard, holding myself up. My hips rise, leaving Reese’s cock slick and bare. The head rests against the part of my lips until I slide my pussy down again with a hard, deep slam.

We moan together. “You feel so good, Reese,” I pant. “I never want anyone else to fill me up the way you do.”

“Never?” he grunts. He thrusts his hips upward into me. The way he pushes into the deepest parts of me makes my eyes roll.

I crave more. I grind down on him to keep him there. “Never,” I promise. “There’s no one else.”

That breaks something in him. Reese shoots upright and plasters himself around me. His hands grip my hips and pin me down on his lap as he pumps his cock into me from below.

“Mine, all mine,” he snarls, burying his face in my throat. Then his lips part and he takes a bite of my skin. There’s a flash of pain—then I come so hard that I feel like I’m turning inside out.

I’m distantly aware of soaking his lap, but he doesn’t seem to care any more than I do. He just keeps fucking into me and I hold onto him while I crumble.

“Come in me. Please, Reese.”

I’ve never just begged for it like that before. The words tumble out in a breathless stream and Reese’s response is immediate. His face screws up tight; his whole body arches and cleaves into mine. The room fills with his primal, aggressive roar. It echoes in my ears as I feel his heat fill me.

And he gives me everything I asked for.

Reese pumps and pumps until we collapse back on the bed together in a sweating, panting mess.

We lie still in the afterglow and the quiet, just for a moment. I press my ear to his chest and listen to his heartbeat. The steady thrum of it is soothing.

“I meant what I said, you know.”

I look up at Reese. He spoke so suddenly that I’m not sure what he meant. “Hm?”

“About if you’re pregnant.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I dunno where this shit with Holly is headed, but she’s not my wife. At this point, I doubt she’s even Violet’s mother. You are the only woman I want to focus on. Forever.”

I swallow. “Reese?—”

He slips his finger over my mouth. “Don’t,” he says. “You’re gonna logic at me, and I love you and your logical brain, but let me just bask in this right now, okay? Let me enjoy it.”

We’re right at the edge of a conversation I never thought I would have with Reese. I can feel it. I can see it in his eyes. He’s already made up his mind, whether or not the “conversation” happens tonight, or tomorrow, or in a hundred years.

I relent. Because, in spite of everything else, all the chaos and confusion and unanswered questions, I love him.

“Alright,” I concede. “Under one condition.”

His brow quirks. “Oh?”

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