Page 42 of Reckless
I grip her thighs tight pulling her against me as I pump into her. Her screams fill our small room as I lose myself inside of her. She arches her back as she comes on my dick, feeling her squeeze me sends me over the edge, and I let go.
Exhausted, I lay down beside her, smiling at how out of breath she is.
"What was all of that about?" She laces her fingers through mine and I hear her gasp. "Babe, what happened to your hands?"
Looking down, I see my knuckles, and they look like someone took a cheese grater to them.
“Nothing, it’s all good now.” I pull her against my chest. She opens her mouth to say something else but seems to decide against it. “You ready for tomorrow?”
She takes a deep breath. “No.”
I’m pretty sure that’s how all of us feel.
