Page 7 of Reckless Kiss

Chapter 3

“Deeper, Leo. Deeper.” Esme’s cries filled my dreams. Woke me hard, alone, and with no choice but to relive the memories with my hand.

I sank into her from behind, my hands on her hips, pulling her against me until there was no more.

“Yes. Again. Yes.”

I slammed into her. Hard. Unforgiving. Still it wasn’t enough. No matter how fast and hard I took her it wasn’t enough.

I held her hands at her sides, refused to let her move. That did it. She came like a river around my dick, her arousal so potent it made me dizzy. That was the key to satisfying her hunger.

While she was loose from pleasure I flipped her over, pulled the straps from my drawer and quickly bound her. Her pants grew quicker and holy mother of all did my dick throb to be inside her again.

“Do not move, Esme.”

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

My room was cold and dark. No lingering perfumes clung to any sheets. No woman had been in my bed since Esme.

My fist flew over the steel between my legs.

In my memories I remembered the way she heated for me all over again. The soft supple peaks she begged me to suck. The many different ways my fingers filled her. Spread her.

I drew it out until she was high on pleasure. There was no possible way there was anything in her mind but me. No memories. No thoughts.

I’d done just as she asked.

I made her forget.

And then when I knew she couldn’t take another moment, I sank slowly back inside her, stretching her inch by inch until she was completely filled with me.

Nothing but me.

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“Her favorite isthe pork tacos. We ate on the lawn. I don’t know what to do next.”

Jeffry was back in my living room the next Sunday, head in his hands, completely ignoring the blowout on the television.

“Um, you do it all over again.”

“Youdon’t,” Jeffry protested. “You smile and they spread their legs like you’re their favorite toy on Christmas morning.”

I had to laugh at that. “They come to me knowing that’s what we’re going to do. Your lady is under the delusion you might want to get to know her. Spend time with her. Be her friend.”

“Yeah that’s true.”

Actually, that was a very important question I hadn’t asked before. “Do you want to be her friend? Or are you simply looking to fuck her?”

Jeffry shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s gorgeous. Like, holy shit I’ve never seen a woman in real life this beautiful. My dick is doing all the thinking.”

That was a problem I couldn’t fix with any amount of advice. “You should sort that out before you ask her to lunch again.”

“She’s smart. She works at the research park, too. I have a feeling if I could get my hormones in check that yeah, I’d totally want all that ‘more’ stuff. But really? She had to have had lunch with me because she thinks I’m friend material. Women like her don’t fuck guys like me.”

I had a feeling he’d be surprised what women in general want.

“Figure yourself out. If all you want is to fuck her brains out we’ll need a different strategy. If you want something more long term, I suggest doing lunch on the lawn again.”

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