Page 90 of The Brave and the Reckless

“Your majesty, you’re making a mess.” He brought his other hand against me to catch my dripping arousal with his thumb and circled it over my pulsing clit.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“I don’t know.”

He chuckled and slowly moved the revolver back and forth. That thing was definitely not meant for thrusting, but that tiny bit of movement was already enough to remind me of its hard shape inside me.

“Oh god,” I moaned. My free hand clutched for a hold on his collar. My hips rocked on their own accord, meeting each of his movements.

“Come for me,” he growled, playing my sensitive flesh like an instrument he’d mastered for years.

“I can’t. It’s a fucking gun.”

“Yes, you can. I know you’re already there. Just let go.” There was a hint of Noah in his voice, and I locked my eyes with his, finding the familiar trust and affection there.

My body shuddered as the first wave of the orgasm crashed over me. My moans were muffled by warm fabric. By a mouth. He was kissing me with his mask on. And fuck if it didn’t make the next wave more intense as I fell apart for him. My muscles spasmed, my mind blanked and I drowned and drowned in the pure bliss of him.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Esra,” Noah rasped against my lips when I came up for air, dazed and heady.

The gun clattered into the sink next to me.

“My turn now,” he said, voice dropped low again. His arms came around me and he hoisted me around like Iwas nothing but his plaything– and I was too warm and fuzzy to care. He positioned me in front of him, facing the mirror, knees spread apart on the counter. My reflection was a disheveled mess of the princess I’d been earlier. My crown hung crooked in my messy updo. My dress was torn. Mascara smudges ringed my eyes. And I thought I never looked better when his gloved hand wrapped over my mouth again. I was going to bite him just for the audacity, but then I felt him align the tip of his cock between my legs. Another full body shudder rippled through me, the afterquakes of my orgasm not quite over yet.

“Ssh,” he hushed by my ear. “It’ll just hurt for a second.”

I knew he was right. That first thrust always stung. No matter how much he warmed me up.

He’d promised me that I was allowed to watch though, and right now, all I could see was tulle.

I reached down to gather my skirt up, giving myself a prime view of how his thick head parted my folds. He was so pretty. Maybe that was an odd thought when it came to a penis, but he really was just so perfectly pink with ribbed veins running down his length and a little droplet of pre-cum glistening at his tip. Skirt gathered in one hand, I reached the other down, desperate to touch him and show him just how nice a cock I thought he had.

My fingertips barely brushed his tip when my arm was wrenched back. I whimpered at the short sting in my shoulder, but once again, he knew exactly just how far he could push my body. He brought my hand behind my back and fixed it in place. Goddammit. Now I really wanted to bite him. Or scratch him. But I couldn’t even wriggle the hand behind my back and if I let go of my dress, I’d miss thewhole show. Besides, I wasn’t sure he’d still let me watch if I scratched him.

“Move your hand and I’ll stop, got it?” He placed my hand on his belt buckle.

I nodded and gave the hand over my mouth just a tiny nibble. Just enough to let him know I was still enjoying myself here.

He reached down in front of us, and I watched, fascinated, as his fingers worked me open. My arousal already swirled together with his pre-cum, wetness glistened all over my skin.

“Keep breathing,” he warned right as he rocked into me.

I squealed into his hand and squeezed my eyes shut, my insides resisting that first deep stretch.

“Ssh, look at you, princess. Look at how perfect you are for me.” His fingers wrapped around the hand on my back again, pinning it in place as he slowly dragged in and out of me. “Open your eyes for me.”

I blinked away the tears cresting on my lashes and let my gaze drop to the junction of my thighs. My skin was stretched taut around him, but he was right about how perfect it looked. He pushed in slowly, showing me exactly just how deep he could bury himself inside me before he hit that perfect spot that wrangled a moan from my throat.

The sound was muffled by his glove. As was every subsequent one as he picked up his pace and my thoughts started swimming away, sensation overtaking my body. I couldn’t look away from our reflection. Each thrust rocked my entire body. My tits were reddened, nipples peaking into the air, bouncing as he slammed home.

A knock on the door froze us in place.

“Esra?” Zuri’s voice came muffled through the door. “Are you in there? Is everything okay?”

Fuck. I knew the door was locked, but in that moment, I still saw this whole scene through her eyes. I was restrained and muzzled, exposed and spread wide in front of the mirror with Ace Ryder’s cock several inches inside me. The prop gun in the sink was still shiny, covered in my wetness.

How had Adriana put it? Zuri and Sinan were unicorns and rainbows?

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