Page 28 of Reckless Kiss

More pots and pans clanged in the kitchen but no other sounds changed. It was just Esme and me hidden in a darkened hallway alcove.

The table began to rattle as I fucked her, so I pushed my hands back onto it and shoved it as hard against the wall as I could. I slid slowly out of her heat and back in. Smooth, maddeningly slow strokes. I loved the way her body accepted me, then clamped down as if it didn’t want to let me go. It sent electricity sizzling down my dick, through my balls, and up my spine. I did it over and over because each surge of energy was a whole new spike of pleasure. I hoped it was doing identical things to her, and based on the soft little pants, the nails digging into my shoulder, I believed it to be true.

“More Leo.”

“More? Faster? Harder?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, sounding desperate. Her voice broke a little. “I want to feel you go wild.”

Wild. On her. In her father’s house, out in the open. I was therapy and a great bigfuck youto the man she despised.

And I was okay with that.

At least in the heat of this moment I thought I was. Maybe tomorrow I’d feel differently, but right now I had a woman practically slamming her body down onto my dick, begging me to fuck her, and I really couldn’t think of much else other than giving her exactly what she wanted.

So I changed my angle, keeping the table braced, but giving myself a little more freedom to move my hips further back, to slam deeper. To pound her into the orgasm she so desperately needed.

I’d discovered that about her the first time. As much as she loved the slow ways I tortured her, the way she turned to pliable skin under my commands, she also seemed the most fully satisfied when I took her hard. I’d never forget the way she yelled out over and over as she came with my dick slamming into her, my hands wrapped hard around the headboard for more leverage, the way she cried and smiled after her orgasm washed over her.

I couldn’t repeat that today. Not like this. But I would do what I could.

I used leverage to plunge deep, making sure I made contact with her clit each time. Every few strokes I stopped, buried to the hilt, and ground against her clit until her core rippled around me. Then I reared back and slammed home again. Hard. Relentless. Stroke after stroke after stroke until I could barely breathe. My cock was on fire and it took everything I had to keep from losing control.

“Yes,” she mumbled over and over, her body going weak and then suddenly tensing, her orgasm building hard and fast.

I surged inside her, doing everything I could to trigger the final explosion, but nothing seemed to be enough. “Esme, darling. You are so tight and hot around me. God, you feel so fucking good. My cock loves pounding you. Do you want me harder?”

I didn’t think I could go any harder. Not here. Not like this. But sex was as much a psychological experience as it was physical for some women, and I was almost positive that was the case with Esme. Maybe she just needed to have her mind pleasured a little, too.

“Yes,” she moaned, her core tightening around me.

I did my best to rear back as far as I could and slam deep. Maybe it was harder, but I doubted it. Instead I kept up the mind game. “Harder? Deeper? I can’t get enough. There’s never enough no matter what I do. Your pussy is like heaven, Esme.”

More tightening, this time in a pattern. I kept up my rhythm, surged up instead of forward, hoping the slight change wouldfeellike it was harder. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me. So tight.”

And she was, but still she didn’t come. I faltered.

She needed something different. Something more. And it hit me again that I was being used to make a point, or maybe as a punishment. Maybe she needed to hear something morecontroversial.

“I don’t think you can take much more, Esme.” She sucked in a breath, so I kept going. “Iknowyou can’t take all of me, not the way I want to fuck you in my bed. You’re not made for it.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed, her body clamping harder and faster around my dick, her orgasm finally starting to surge.

“No, I want to fuckyou. So hard you can’t walk for days afterward. I want to fill you everywhere, like you asked me to the first time. I want to lose all control, to give you everything I have, and make you take it. But I don’t think you can. I’m too much for this tight, sweet little pussy. You couldn’t handle it.”

“I handled you the first time.” Her words wavered. She was so close. “I’m handling you now.”

“You did.” I plunged deep and rolled my hips, massaging her clit until she moaned. “You’re taking all of me right now. Does it feel good?”

She nodded, red lip between her teeth. “Yes.”

“Imagine if I did everything you asked? Feel how full you are right now, darling? That’s nothing compared to what youreallywant from me.”

Her hips bucked forward and she slipped off the table edge. I caught her, hauled her against me, pulled her down onto my cock as I stood up straight. Suddenly I was so deep I lost my breath.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide. “Again,” she choked out, trying to shimmy upward.

I lifted, my hands under her ass, then pulled her down again, spearing her. Electricity sizzled straight down my dick and up my spine. I needed to come and I needed it to be deep when I did. There wasn’t anything deeper than this. So I lifted her again, silently praying this was what she needed to.

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