Page 97 of Reckless Vow

What if I don’t come this time?

What if last night was one of a kind?

Maybe my body acted on recognition from before, and now it remembers how broken it is.

“Brook.”

I snap my eyes to him.

“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.”

His statement is matter-of-fact, like he can read my mind and knows I’m overthinking. But fuck, my body is all tense, and I force myself to let up.

“That’s it.” He sucks on my clit for a moment and changes the setting on the toy. It vibrates at my opening, but he doesn’t move it any further.

I focus on relaxing, on wave after wave of pleasure, but I keep returning to my head. What’s wrong with me, goddammit?

I groan with frustration and Baldo chuckles. He fucking chuckles, completely unfazed by my struggle.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You’ll get there.”

It might be a combination of his praise and the new action of his tongue when he circles and then moves it fast, pulsating, but I shudder, and the feeling building inside me gets so overwhelming, all thoughts leave my head.

My back arches, and Baldo moves his hand to my lower stomach and holds me down. He thrusts the dildo in slowly. He doesn’t move it, just lets it vibrate inside me.

“That’s it, baby, swallowing it like you would my cock.”

I don’t even recognize my body anymore. Tides of pleasure ripple through me, and I still don’t have enough, knowing this is just the prelude.

“Baldo, please,” I whimper.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He shifts his weight and reaches to tweak my nipple through my T-shirt.

A glimpse of recognition that he respected my need to be covered hits me right in the chest, but there is no time to ponder it because an explosion rocks through me.

My body convulses, and I’m flying or falling or something as Baldo continues to lick me, prolonging the bliss.

I’m still riding it when he climbs up. “I need to be inside you.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, surprised I’m able to move.

Our eyes lock, but he reaches to the side. “Condom.”

I clamp my feet together. “No. I’m clear and on the shot.”

He studies me for a moment. “I’ve never…”

“Another first for us.”

The words formed in my head as playful, but once they’re out, the significance pulses through me.

“Are you sure?” he rasps, the struggle evident.

I nod, and he slides into me effortlessly.

Like he belongs. Like my body was made for him.

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