Page 86 of Reckoning

His length pulsed and cum leaked onto my tongue. I sat up briefly to swallow, but before he could force me back down, I was on him again. I wanted more of that.

“That’s why I was always awake before you. I had to clean up as if I was a teenager having wet dreams and hiding it from the housekeeper. In my mind, I’ve had you like this a hundred times.”

My fingers ran up and down his thighs, feeling the tight muscles of his legs clench every time I dipped my head. With as much of him in my mouth as I could manage, my tongue flitted out to lick his balls as I began to knead them again. His cologne might have been whiskey and cedar, but here, he was all man, all musk and inimitable Meyer. His hands were in my hair again, gently massaging the sides of my head as I sucked him. Even now, he paid attention to the bruise at the back of my head where his sister had tried to kill me not twenty-four hours prior. I reached behind him to grab at his back, jamming him farther down my throat, gagging until I couldn’t breathe.

“I didn’t think anything would be better than your pussy, Maddie, but that little mouth of yours is giving it a run for its money. I might never let you get off your knees.”

I hummed in response, earning another curse, and then he was grabbing me by my arms and pulling me to my feet, pushing me over the arm of the couch before kicking my legs out wide.

“But then, I wouldn’t get to enjoy this beautiful sight, either.” He ran his hands along my bare ass, alternating his soft palm and the scratchy gauze, spreading me wide to take in the entirety of me. “You’ve got a beautiful asshole, too. I’m definitely going to have to get in there someday.” His fingers found my clit, causing me to fall forward farther over the couch.

“That’s it, Meyer. You work me so good.”

“What did I tell you, Maddie? It’s because I know you. Now give me a nice little orgasm before we fuck. Let me watch you come from behind.”

It didn’t take me long, not with his filthy words and other hand in my hair, pulling me back to kiss me while he flicked my sensitive bundle of nerves as if it had offended him. He was there to kiss me as I cried out, and then his hand hooked underneath my hips, lifting me up to meet him. His cock pushed at my entrance, swirling in the wetness gushing out of me and dripping down my legs while he seemed completely unaffected. Unaffected, except for his hardness slamming into me, thrusting me forward, and his fingernails digging into my hips as he jammed me back against him.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, thrusting his hips and pulling me against him in equal time. I couldn’t do anything but moan and hang on, but the angle was such that I was coming again before long. He just kept fucking me through it. “I love the way you pulse around me when you come,” he grunted. “Sucking me deeper inside as if you can’t get enough.”

“I can’t,” I admitted. “I want it all the time.” He thought he was obsessed? I was the one who’d kissed him, again and again, despite repeated vows to oppose him at every turn. “It has to be you.”

“You bet your ass it does.” He flipped me around and set me on the edge of the couch, pushing into me again, only now we were face to face. His hair fell in front of his face, and I wanted to move it away and get lost in his blue eyes once more, but I had to clutch him to keep from falling backward. There was no doubt I would be sore the next day—hell, probably in the next few hours—from the unrelenting way he slammed into me. But despite the ache, my head began to fall back as more pleasure coursed through me. He gasped and held me tighter with one hand, putting the other between us so he could assault my clit once more.

“Give me another one. I need it, Maddie. I need your cum on me while I’m inside you. Are you going to give it to me?”

“Yes,” I gasped. He changed direction. “I’ll give you anything.”

“Then give me this,” he said, “right now.”

His fingers pinched me.

And I exploded.

I lost all semblance of control over my body, collapsing onto his chest as he lifted me off the couch to thrust into me harder. I could do nothing but rely on him to support me, and I buried my face in his neck so I could surrender to the sensation. My orgasm resurged with the pulsing of his cock inside me. I was barely aware of the sound he was making and the shaking of his arms as I clung to him tighter. Anything to make this last longer. I grabbed his hair, licked the sweat from his neck, and bit his shoulder so hard I tasted his blood. But I didn’t care because all he did was hold me tighter as he fell to his knees and then tumbled to the side, laying me on the ground but never letting go. One arm stretched behind my head to support me, and I let my legs drop away from his waist so he could pull out. He kissed my chest, the bruise he’d left the night before, and pressed his forehead against my sternum.

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

His hand pressed flat against my spine. “You know.”

I rested my lips against his crown, inhaling every bit of him that I could, wishing for all the world that what he’d promised before could be true.

It could be like this all the time.

Only if we stayed right here forever.

“Yeah,” I whispered, and he sighed with such relief that my heart shattered into one thousand jagged edges, so broken I knew it would never come together again. “I do.”

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