Page 155 of Lawless

“Oh my fucking God,” I cry, my back arching as the sensation of his tongue against my sensitive flesh races through my body.

He moans as my taste floods his mouth and then groans in delight, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

His tongue finds my piercing, circling it, teasing me relentlessly before sucking it into his mouth and tugging harshly.

It’s perfect. So fucking perfect, my eyes burn with tears as my release surges forward long before I’m ready.

I try to fight it off as he goes back to proving JD wrong.

He’s not shit at this. Not by a long fucking way.

If anything, he could probably give JD and his reputation a run for his money.

It makes me wonder why Reid’s skills aren’t gossiped about in the same way.

There’s no chance of the women he’s been with keeping quiet. Those Hawk whores are nothing if not loud about their conquests.

I’m riding the fine edge of release, desperately trying to hold it back, but then his fingers join the party and I lose my mind.

He pushes two inside me, stretching me open in the most delicious way, and I have no choice but to throw myself over the edge.

“REID,” I scream as my orgasm takes over every single one of my senses.

My body twitches and convulses as pleasure saturates my muscles and makes my nerve endings dance with delight.

This is it. This is the moment I crave so fucking badly. The moment where everything and everyone vanishes. My bullshit life is nothing. The pain and the nightmares don’t exist and I can just be me. Unashamedly me.

I’m flying higher than I possibly ever have before when I finally come back to myself and rip my eyes open, and the second I do, I realize that everything I used to crave, the nothingness, isn’t what I want.

Sure, I want the pleasure. But as Reid stares up at me with his impossibly dark and hungry eyes and lips shimmering with my release, I realize that it’s not about losing myself.

It’s about finding myself.

Reaching for him, I drag him up my body, using only his hair, and the moment I can, I lift up and slam my lips against his.

Our kiss is filthy, messy, and everything I’d always hoped it would be.

We utterly consume each other. There is no strategy or finesse. Just pure unfiltered need.

Shoving my hand between our bodies, I tug at his waistband, desperate to get inside and wrap my hand around his length.

My movements are frantic and useless, and before long, he takes pity on me.

Climbing from the couch, he somehow manages to shove his pants and boxers down his thighs and kick them off without breaking our kiss.

In only seconds, he’s back between my thighs and the delicious weight of his hard cock rests against my eager pussy.

“Please.” I whimper into his kiss.

The second I reach for him and wrap my fingers around his length, he lets out the most feral growl.

Directing him to my entrance, I try to take matters into my own hands. But this is Reid Harris I’m dealing with and I should know better than to assume he’ll make this easy on me.

Slapping my hand away, he takes over, rubbing the head of his cock over my clit before dropping lower and coating himself in my juices.

“Stop teasing me,” I whine.

“Like you’ve been doing to me?”