Page 83 of Recklessly, Wildly Yours

Ethan brands me with his touch, and when he tears his mouth from mine, the searing hunger in his eyes continues to mark me as his. “Your smart mouth will get you in trouble one day, Miller.”

I dig my fingers into his skin. “Promise?”

Without answering me, he roughly grabs my hips and spins me to face the wall. His breath is hot on the back of my neck when he rasps, “I’m gonna do my best to make this longer than five minutes, but here’s your lesson for today: you wanna speak to me like that, you’re gonna get fucked fast and hard.”

It’s like my pussy has never met a man before with the way she reacts to that. At this point, I don’t care if he only fucks me for one minute, I just need him inside me. Now.

With my cheek pressed hard against the tiles, I moan. I couldn’t even stop myself from doing that if I wanted to.

“Fuck.” It’s practically a grunt that falls from his lips after my moan fills the bathroom. He reaches one hand down to my clit while his other one comes to my breast, and not in a gentle, loving way. His touch is as crude as his mouth is at times. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He kisses my neck, biting and sucking me in such a way that he may as well just stamp his name there, all the while rubbing my clit and continuing to be indecent with my breast.

I rock my hips and grind my pussy against his hand, which causes him to make obscenely masculine sounds as he bites me and presses his dick against my ass.

I vaguely think about reaching for his cock but the pleasure he’s delivering has my brain so scattered that I think I may have forgotten how to move my arm in order to do that. My body has completely taken over and I’m moving to the beat of Ethan, unable to focus on anything but that beat.

By the time he takes hold of my hips and thrusts inside me, I’m so high on pleasure that it seems impossible to feel a greater high. I should know better, though, because there is nothing in this world that feels better than having Ethan deep inside me.

He fucks me like he can’t get what he wants fast enough.

I’m not sure we’ve had sex this intense. This wild. This reckless.

It’s like Ethan’s lost his mind and is just taking, taking, taking.

And it may be the greatest sex of my life.

I want him to take everything from me that he wants.

Ravage me, wreck me, ruin me.

He can have it all.

His thrusts speed up and his breathing turns ragged.

“Fuck, Maddie,” he grunts as the sounds of our skin slapping together fills the bathroom. “Fuck.” His fingers dig into my skin painfully and oh so rudely, and my cheek gets forced harder against the wall.

In amongst all of that, I make so many filthy noises that are almost pornographic.

By the time we come, I’m a hot panting mess, desperate for release. Ethan leans into me afterward, resting against my back while he catches his breath.

“You should clench your jaw at me more often,” I say.

“What?” He kisses the nape of my neck, staying right where he is.

“You fuck me real good after you clench your jaw all angry like.”

I can’t see him, but by the way his body gently shakes, I think he’s shaking his head at me and silently laughing. Which kinda was my goal with the words I chose to string together for him.

He pulls out and turns me to face him, and yep, his eyes have that amused look in them. “I wasn’t angry.”

“Well, you were definitely frustrated with me. And you did clench your jaw.”

He swoops in and steals a rough kiss as his hand settles on my stomach. “And you had a smart mouth.” He traces his finger over my lips. “What time today do our calendars get in sync?”

My body arches into his. “Twelve thirty.”

“Can you edit my calendar from your phone?”

“Yes.”

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