Page 101 of Reckless
My lips drag over the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “You’d like to be my pretty little slut tonight?”
My teeth sink into the lobe of her ear as the words echo around us. When she doesn’t respond, I quirk a brow at her.
She lifts her chin like she refuses to feel any shame about her request. “Yes.”
Flames lash at my spine, and I will myself to take this slowly. I don’t give a fuck where we are right now. I’m going to savor the hell out of this woman.
“You’ve been a real cock-tease, strutting around in this dress all day. I think it’s time you pay for that, don’t you?” I flick one flimsy strap off her shoulder.
Her tongue darts out over her plush lips. Every move she makes drives me crazy. Just being this close to her, inhaling her vanilla body lotion, makes me unbearably hard.
She nods.
I spin her and press down on her shoulders, guiding her to the hardwood floor. “Good. Now get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like it’ll end in a mouth full of that champagne you keep talking about.”
As she hits the ground, she lifts her baby blues up at me for a beat, and then her hands attack my belt and pants with a needy fervor.
She’s too impatient to do more than tug my slacks down far enough to get what she’s after. I groan when my cock springs free, head brushing her lips as she wraps her fist around the base. Her eyes flit up to mine as she kneels before me, rubbing the thick head of my cock over her lush mouth.
The teasing drives me insane, so I grip her hair and thrust.
Her lips open and her tongue swirls, cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me.
My hands stay on her head, but they’re just there for the ride. I don’t need to push or pull. She’s eager enough all on her own.
Hot. Wet. Hungry.
Just the way I like her.
“Is this what you needed, Winter?” My fingers stroke her hair.
She hums her response around my length, one hand firm around my dick while the other gently squeezes my balls.
“Fuck.” My head tips back and I close my eyes as my hips move, fucking her greedy little mouth. “Winter. It’s too good. You’re too good.”
She doubles her efforts, going deep enough that I feel the back of her throat butting up against the head of my cock. I hear the little gagging noise she makes as she struggles to take it all, and it pushes me to the edge.
“Winter, if you don’t stop soon, I’m going to...” I trail off as I gaze down at her. Hair mussed. Pearl necklace against the column of her throat. Eyes on me.
“Oh, that’s what you want? Of course, you do.” I smirk and toss her a wink. Then I take her head, hold her still, and fuck her mouth.
Her gaze remains plastered on me, her hands braced against my quads, holding on for dear life. After a few furious thrusts, I give in and spill myself down her throat.
She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t pull back.
“Lapping up every last drop, aren’t you?” I ask as she holds me there, swallowing it all before sliding off my length.
I’m panting, hands still in her hair, when she peeks up at me. “The champagne was still better,” she says with a demure smile as she licks her lips like the little liar she is.
I work on catching my breath for a moment after the hottest blow job of my life before I fix my pants and give a shake of my head at her. “I’ll get you more once I’ve had my turn,” I reply, taking her hand and helping her to stand.
Then I kiss her. Because I can. Because she wants me to.
I press that one hard, frenzied kiss to her mouth and then swiftly push her away, flipping her around so we’re back to facing the mirror.
We look so good together. Her eyes all sparkly and bright. Her lips all puffy and freshly fucked. But I don’t stand around watching for long.
“Don’t much like the idea of you not having a turn.” I reach down, lifting her dress. My cock already moving again as I expose each inch of smooth skin.
