Page 50 of Reckless Games

“My aunt was like a mother to me and Ivy,” Lake says, suddenly fidgeting her hands in her lap. “Our parents died in a house fire when we were twelve, and she took us in after that. But I don’t think I ever really got past losing my parents. I grew up that day. While Ivy drowned herself in distractions and chaos, I was the opposite. I needed order. Control.”

“I understand that.”

We both shut ourselves off from the world after facing the harsh reality of it at too young of an age.

“I didn’t realize it until I met you,” she says. “You’re the first person I’vefeltin years. You woke up parts of myself I didn’t know existed. Or if I did, I was too scared to acknowledge them.”

I hold her face in my hands, and she crawls into my lap, straddling me, her red dress bunching at her thighs. Her mouth dips to mine, and I’m gone. My soul leaves my body in favor of drowning in hers.

Lake wraps her arms around me, and I can’t hold her close enough. Everything is too far, and every moment is too short.

I drop my hands to her bare thighs, and I’m desperate to hand this girl everything I have to give. It’s not much when power and money mean nothing to her. But I can hand her myself and hope she carries me in her heart when she leaves here.

She unwinds just enough to move for the button on my pants, dragging my zipper down so she can pull me out. She steals my groan with her mouth as her hands wrap my hard shaft. Her palms run up and down the length. Pure heaven on earth.

Sliding my hands under her dress, she lifts so I can push her panties aside before she’s hovering her pussy over me. It’s pure torture feeling how wet she is against my bare dick.

“Fuck me like this, Adam.” She pulls back enough to whisper against my lips. “I need tofeelyou.”

Her hips shift and the pressure of her pressing over the head of my dick makes my vision darken.

I don’t fuck women bare. I barely let them touch me. But with Lake, I want all of it and more.

“Do you trust me?” she whispers against my mouth, blinking open her eyes and watching me with such focus, I swear she sees every secret I’ve hidden.

“Of course I do.”

The smile that ticks up in the corner of her mouth is so sweet, I capture it. I kiss it like I can keep it. And as I tighten my grip on her hips, I shove her onto my bare cock with such force her breath catches.

Nothing between us, her body on mine, I nearly black out. It’s too much, like everything I’ve ever needed in a person.

“Baby girl, you feel so fucking good.” I roll her hips and my dick rides every corner of her as she circles. “The only gift I’ve ever needed.”

She smiles against my mouth, circling her hips and holding me tight. She rides my lap, and I chase the waves like she’s a siren hauling me out to sea. She could sing her song and lure me to hell. It makes no difference. I’ll be there the moment I lose her.

Lake quivers, her body shaking as I take control of her hips. The feel of her wet, tight pussy on my bare dick has spots clouding my vision.

Dots. And angels. And her.

She’s the moon shining through the window and the heart beating in my chest.

Her head tips back with her moan, and I kiss the center of her throat. Her air is my air, and her pleasure is all I’m chasing.

Rolling her hips faster, her breath begins to race. And when she buries herself against me, I hold her body up to thrust in and send her over the edge. I hit her where she’ll feel me so deep there’s no digging me out. I thrust until her pussy is so tight, she drags my cum out of me. I bury myself inside her.

The only place I’m safe.

When I finally let up, she relaxes over me, my dick still twitching. My cum and hers hot and filling her up. She lifts to look me in the eyes, and I lift her up, so I can watch my cock slide from her pussy.

It’s the most beautiful sight.

She stays hovering as my release drips out of her. But she doesn’t try to hide it. The girl who arrived here would have been embarrassed, but she knows better now. I’ll never judge her. And the sight of me dripping from her pussy has me animalistic and possessive.

“I’ll never get tired of watching you,” I say, and Lake’s gaze lifts to mine.

She should run before I chain her to my bed and never let her escape. Before I decide I’m too obsessed to let her walk away. She should get out of here while she still has a chance.

Instead, she leans in, sinks down onto my lap, and plants me in place with her kiss. She embeds herself like I did with her. Only the place she hides inside me is much more permanent. And for the first time in my life, something beats in my cold, empty chest.

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