Page 49 of Reckless Encounters

I pull away from her, and the motion makes her luscious lips pop as the head of my cock leaves her mouth.

Ava eyes me in confusion for a minute, but stays in her kneeling position. I like her down there. Ready and willing to take my next command. I peer around the room, thinking of what I want to do to this beautiful woman at my feet. Then I see the chaise lounge across the way, and I know without a doubt I want to see what her pretty ass will look like with my handprint on it.

“Stand up, Ava. Walk over to that lounge and lean over the arm with your ass out.”

She stands in front of me, pupils blown wide, the picture of pure seduction. Lifting the hem of her dress up and over her head, she’s left in nothing but a lacy black thong. My jaw tics with the urge to consume every inch of her. Then, as if remembering my demand, she spins and sashays her way to the chaise.

I watch as she positions herself exactly as I asked, leaving her in place for a few minutes before I make my way over.

“Who would have thought you were so good at taking commands?” I ask as I trail my finger down her delicate spine. Her body arches like a cat before my words actually sink in.

“Who would’ve?—”

Smack.

My hand flies to her right ass cheek before she can finish her retort.

“Ahhh!” she yelps in surprise.

“None of the sass, little brat. You asked me to be here. Enticing me all night, knowing exactly what you were doing,” I say as I caress the reddened cheek. She pushes back into me, begging to be touched.

“Yes, Sir,” she moans, and I don’t think she realizes the words slipped from her lips.

“Say that again.” My fingers trace over the soaked lace of her thong as my dick throbs. I need to hear those words again; they do something to me.

“Yes, Sir,” she says with a smile on her face.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that coming from that sinful mouth of yours.” Pulling the fabric to the side, I stare at her.

“Please stop teasing me. I need you to touch me,” she begs, with an edge of frustration in her tone.

That earns her another palm to her ass.

Smack.

She rasps the most erotic sound, and I can’t wait to hear more.

“What do you want, Ava, for me to touch you or fuck you?” It's taking all my restraint not to ravish her.

“Please fuck me.”

In one swift motion, I rip the black lace from her body, leaving her perfectly exposed to me. Her body shakes as I run my finger through her slippery slit.

“Are you ready for me, Ava?” I ask as I roll on a condom.

She nods in response over her shoulder, her back heaving in anticipation.

With her body perfectly poised over the arm of the chaise, I line up behind her. More than desperate to feel her.

“Hold on,” is all the warning she gets before I'm pushing inside her, sliding in easily with how wet she is for me.

“Ohhh, fuuuck,” she groans before I'm even fully seated.

“You feel so good,” I breathe out as she adjusts to my size, clenching around me.

“Please move, I need you,” she begs and rolls her hips.

My left hand smacks her ass cheek almost instinctively. I rub my palm over the warmed flesh as I thrust my hips. The feel of her warm, wet pussy as it grips me is unreal.

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