Page 64 of Reckless Encounters

“Now you’re really trying to make her hate me,” she says, looking over her shoulder.

I move to stand beside her. “I don’t give a fuck about her, and neither should you.”

“So, you haven’t fucked her?”

My eyebrows pinch together. “Why would you think that?”

“She just seems awfully jealous of me for no reason.”

I trail my finger down the spine of her dress. “There are so many reasons, Ava, and none of them having to do with me fucking her. I’ve never even considered it.”

Smacking her ass, she whimpers.

“Are you ready to shut up and let me make you come?”

She nods quickly, biting her lip as she tries to hold back a smile. Standing behind her, I push the black dress she’s wearing over her hips. I have thought about nothing but this since I saw her parading around the hotel in this dress earlier today.

Fuck, what a sight.

She looks like an angel and acts like a brat… The definition of sexy as sin.

Slowly pulling her thong down, my fingers trace gently over the inside of her thighs.

“Step out,” I demand. And stuff her thong into my pocket.

I tap the inside of her thigh, already feeling her wetness spreading there. My hard cock twitches against my zipper. “Now spread your legs apart.”

“Do you want to come, Av?” I ask, adjusting myself, my cock so ready to take her. Once I felt her raw, the obsession only grew, and my dick knows what it wants. What I want.

She mewls in anticipation, pushing back into me.

I run my nose up her neck. Barely licking the shell of her ear, I whisper, “You know what I want to hear.”

“Yes, Sir. Please make me come.”

I drop to my knees behind her, gripping her ankles and spreading her legs wider. Burying my nose in her sweet cunt, I take a long, slow taste of her that has her gasping. My fingertips dig into her cheeks, putting her ass and pussy on full display for me.

“I see your pussy clenching; she wants more so bad.” I groan at the sight, swearing I could come from just looking at her like this, with her essence lingering on my lips.

“So bad,” she says breathily, wiggling her ass in my face. My tongue goes back to her slit, desperate for another taste. She grinds back into me, trying to find that relief she so desperately wants.

Losing my grip on her ass cheeks, I reach up, sticking two of my fingers in her mouth. “I know my little brat likes her mouth full of cock when she comes… Next time.”

She moans around my fingers, the sounds spurring me on as I pull in and out of her mouth, letting my other fingers slide inside of her soaking-wet pussy. Rubbing on her G-spot, I get her closer to seeing stars.

“Fuck, that’s so good. I’m about to come.” She whimpers as I retract my fingers, moving my face back between her legs. My tongue finds her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure as I flick and swirl until she’s trembling.

“Yessss. Right there, baby.”

It’s the first time she’s ever called me that, and fuck, if I don’t love the slip-up.

A knock at the door startles us both, interrupting the fantasy in my head of her calling me that daily.

“Parker, I’m here a little early.” The familiar male voice is muffled.

“Seriously? Is that Logan?” Ava asks, her head whipping toward the door.

“Yes,” I growl, pushing her back down. “But he can wait. You aren’t leaving until you come all over my face.”

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