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Picking up the pace, he circles his tongue around my clit, then suctions his lips around it.

A shuddering gasp is drawn from my chest, and my quaking thighs try to tighten around his head, but his fingers dig into my flesh, keeping them open for him as he devours me.

Leaning back on the pool table, I slap a hand over my mouth to contain the sounds I'm desperate to release, and screw my eyes shut, reaching for him with the other.

My fingers twist into the dark waves on his head, applying pleasure and burying his face deeper into my pussy.

He chuckles against me as he dips his tongue inside, and black dots enter my vision.

My stomach tightens, and my legs tremble.

Swirling his tongue over me once more, he sucks my clit into his mouth and applies a slight pressure with his teeth, which pushes me over the edge.

My back arches, and guttural groans pour from my partially covered mouth as my nails scrape against his scalp, trying to pull him away from my sensitive flesh before I scream the whole clubhouse down.

He doesn't let up.

He continues his pleasurable assault, growling and grumbling against me as if he's a rabid animal who's finally caught its prey.

Releasing one hand from around my leg, he strokes his fingers across my skin, under my thigh, and in between my legs.

Before I can focus too much on what he's doing, his fingers swipe through the wet puddle he's made, gently teasing me as he leans back and draws in deep breaths.

Glancing down at him, I find him watching his movements with hooded eyes.

His fingers brush over my clit, and I yelp, drawing his attention to my face.

His lips curl up, and he drops one thick finger to my entrance, circling the opening.

"Think you can go again, Red?"

My jaw drops, and I shake my head.

"Fuck no." My breathing is ragged, my legs are still trembling, and I'm convinced I'm already dripping on the floor beneath me. "There's no—"

His finger slips inside me with ease, ending my sentence instantly.

"I think you can," he says, as he dips his head back down.

Fuck me.

This man's going to kill me.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Trix

"I could get used to this," Reeve whispers, voice still laced with sleep as he wraps his arms tightly around my body and pulls me back to snuggle against his chest.

Sighing, I stroke my hands along the length of his arms.

"Me too," I whisper, keeping my eyes closed, not wanting to pop the little bubble we've created for ourselves.

Flattening his palm against my lower stomach, he presses a gentle kiss against my neck. My lips tug into a smile as moments from the bar flash through my mind.

I never knew a man could be so attentive, wanting to deliver an abundance of pleasure for a woman without anything in return.

Not only did Reeve wring the life out of me, not stopping until my whole body was limp, but he checked in with me multiple times, asking if I was okay, as well as encouraging me when I told him I couldn't continue.