Page 16 of Reckless Love

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, suckling my clit and curving those fingers to rub at a spot I would’ve bet my trust fund on being mythical.

Crying out, I thrashed on the bed, a livewire without grounding. Pressing a hand against my stomach to hold me in place, Wick was merciless as he drove me toward the aching crescendo that had my body shattering in a symphony of chaos and pleasure.

He never let up as he worked me through my orgasm, his talented mouth and fingers dragging out the aftershocks until I was a boneless, twitching mess.

Drawing up to his full height, Wick stared down at me with a wicked grin teasing his glossy lips. Blushing, I realized the evidence of my arousal was smeared across his mouth.

“You turn the prettiest shade of pink,” he murmured, “from the tips of your ears all the way down to this perfect cunt.” His long fingers brushed over my slit, and it was all I could do not to roll my hips and chase his touch.

Hands on his hips, he shoved his pants and boxers down. The long, thick length of his erection bobbed free, slapping his stomach.

My eyes went wide. “That’s not gonna fit.”

Another rough chuckle. “I promise you, Alessia, that it will. I also promise that you’ll love it.”

I shot him a dubious look even as my pulse throbbed in my clit, anticipating what came next.

Crawling over me, Wick used his hands to easily manipulate me higher up on the bed, until I was sprawled in the middle, and he settled between my legs. His cock brushed against my slit, sending a shockwave shuddering through my body.

Wick held himself up on his elbows, our bodies pressed together from chest to groin. This close, I could see little golden flecks around his pupils, like scattered sunlight breaking up the dark. His lashes were so dark and full that it almost looked like he had eyeliner on.

Seriously, good lashes were wasted on men like Warwick Forrester.

A thumb brushed over my cheek as his tongue darted out, licking across his lips. “I’m going to spend the rest of our lives proving you made the right decision, sweetheart. I’m going to make you love me.”

I gasped, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of his words or the press of his cock against my entrance. Our gazes locked, and he pushed into me in slow, rhythmic strokes. My pussy fluttered and clenched, warring with wanting the pleasure he promised and trying to postpone what was probably going to hurt like a bitch.

Wick wasn’t a small man in any sense of the word.

Reaching down, he hooked my leg up and wrapped it around his waist. The new angle let him slide deeper, and we both paused when he met resistance.

Genuine regret shimmered in his gaze, his lips pressed in a hard line. “I wish I could make this part easier for you, but I’m glad it’s me. I’ll spend an eternity proving I’m worthy of this gift.”

He thrust into me, tearing through my innocence and seating himself fully. I cried out, unable to blink away the tears fast enough because freaking hell, that hurt. The fullness was surrounded by a burn that had my muscles locking up.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, teasing my lips into a tender kiss.

I sniffled a breath as he literally kissed my tears away. His hand slipped between our bodies, a finger stroking against the side of my clit with unerring accuracy.

“Oh,” I whispered, feeling the edges of pain blurring as he toyed with the bundle of nerves. My vision went a little unfocused as he lightly pinched my clit. “That… You…” A sigh left my mouth as I rocked my hips.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, withdrawing slightly before pushing back into me. The slow slide of his cock had me groaning as tension coiled in the pit of my stomach.

“More?” I wasn’t sure if I was asking or begging, but Wick seemed to know exactly what I needed.

With measured, deliberate strokes, he started thrusting. The whole time, his clever fingers rubbed torturous circles around my clit, the pressure varying until I was panting and clawing at his back with need.

“Wick,” I whimpered, almost mindless with need.

“Fuck, I love the way you say my name,” he growled, kissing me hard. His tongue lashed against mine, relentless as his hips snapped against me.

It was too much. Too perfect. Too everything.

I combusted in his arms, my pussy clenching around him as I trembled and moaned.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Milk my fucking cock.” The tendons on Wick’s neck stood out as he drove inside of me with a roar, his cock jerking as he painted my insides with his release.

He buried his face against the side of my neck, laving open mouthed kisses across my throat as he whispered, “I knew you’d be worth the wait.”

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