Page 23 of Reckless Love

He knew the answer but he was getting so much out of hearing it all that I indulged. “I fuckinglovedit.” He groaned. “I begged for it. Sometimes they’d come home from class to find me in bed, plugged and waiting with my ass in the air.” Leo began tolose his control. With one hand gripping my hip he held me still so he could fuck me hard with both his cock and fingers. He watched with fascination, his jaw slack, his shoulders tensed, his abs flexing with each cock of his hips.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the sight of his dick disappearing inside me as those muscles tensed and relaxed over and over. The amount of work he was puttinginto chasing his orgasm was incredible.

“I liked it on all fours. One below me fucking my pussy, the other behind me. But you know what I really loved, Leo?” I was gasping now, so close to my third orgasm but unwilling to give in to it until Leo had his.

“What?” He moaned, jerking, his orgasm so very, very close.

“On my back. One below me working my ass and pinching my nipples.The other between my legs, fucking me hard while he spanked my clit.”Thatwas how I reached complete oblivion.

Thatwas how I got addicted to sex solving my problems. In that position all I had to do was lie still and disappear into the adrenaline high. I didn’t have to think. Every one of my best pleasure points were stimulated simultaneously. I couldn’t think if I’d wanted to. It letmy mind shut off and drift away to a place where I floated on clouds and felt like I was high all the time.

I got the added bonus of knowing it mortified Edmund. Sometimes we even did it with the windows open so my personal investigator could get some really great video and photographs. It was how one thing led to another and another, and when my relationship ended I fell into a dark spiralof constantly searching for another high, another way to make myself shameful and undesirable to the man who wouldn’t let me go.

When I crashed and burned, forced to look at everything I’d destroyed around me, I’d sworn off sex and ever hurting anyone again. I never thought I’d find comfort in pleasure.

Not until I met Leo and he showed me a new way forward.

“Jesus fuckingChrist, Esme. You’re killing me.” His moves became frantic, desperate. He grabbed my breast, plumping the nipple so he could bite and suck on it.

The new sensation sent a shock to my core and I groaned loudly. “Yes. Again. Again, again, again.” I realized my words matched the thrusts of his hips. I floated up into the clouds, the world disappeared. Leo took up all the space. His scent,his warmth, his size. He stretched me wide as he plunged deep.

But he still didn’t come for me.

“I love feeling you move inside me,” I whispered. “Can you feel yourself?”

He shuddered. “Yes. Do you know what a mindfuck this is? I’m touching my own dick.”

“Press harder. Give yourself a massage through me.” I soaked up the wildness in his eyes, the abandon he moved with.But my favorite was the way his gaze finally glazed over. He barked out a lot of very dirty curses that made no sense as he finally came hard. The look of pain combined with pleasure on his face triggered mine as I finally let go, allowing myself the reward of a third orgasm.

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