Page 53 of Reckless

“Fuck, Krista,” he presses his groin into me, the long length of his hard cock pressing into me, driving me wild with desperation for him.

I open the button and slide down the zipper, slipping my hand inside. He grunts as I rub him through his underwear and he tightens his grip on one of my breasts, making me moan.

“Where are those condoms?” he pauses.

I point to a cabinet closest to the bathroom. He heads over and opens the door, grabbing the bag and tipping it out. The box falls into his hand. The hat drops to his feet.

Jude pauses and looks down at it, then up at me. He bends down and picks it up, staring at the hat.

“Did you get this for me?”

“It was meant to be a joke,” I say, biting my lip.

He walks towards me and tosses the condom box on the bed. As he stares at me, he lifts the hat and sets it on top of his head.

Damn it all to hell. That shouldn’t be so sexy. It was a joke, but my heart rate kicks up even faster.

I reach for his pants again and he comes willingly as I slide his jeans over his hips. His cock is tight to the waistband of his underwear, and I grasp it, making him hiss. He kicks off the jeans with his shoes, then he drags the front of the boxers down, so he is fully bare. He takes my hand and wraps it around the hot, silky skin of his cock, and I slide my hand up and down.

“Shit,” he curses when I roll my thumb around the head.

Jude wraps his hands around my waist and picks me up, walking to the bed. He doesn’t drop me, but lowers me carefully and pulls back, so I lose my grip on him. His eyes move over my body and his words from earlier come back to me.

I feel beautiful right now. He moves closer, and undoes my pants, then peels them down my legs. Then he comes back for my panties. I’m doing everything I can not to writhe on the bed as he kisses a path down my legs, trailing after my panties as he pulls them down.

Planting one knee on the bed between my thighs, he lowers his body over me, lifting my leg and wrapping my thigh around his back. I grip his hair and the hat falls away as he kisses around my breast, then sucks a nipple into his mouth.

He flicks and pulls at my other nipple and I all but lose myself in the sensations, firing straight through my body, all the way down between my thighs. My pussy is clenching, desperate for something to fill it.

Jude must know what I want because his hand goes down between my legs and he uses two fingers to spread me open before he pushes inside. I tilt my head back and cry out as he works his way inside, curling his fingers upwards and hitting a spot that I’ve only ever had my hand or a toy reach.

“You smell fucking amazing,” he groans as his thumb circles my clit.

I’m embarrassingly close to coming on his hand. He watches me, his lip tilting as my breath comes faster. Then he kisses me, adding another finger. Everything in me locks up as the orgasm hits. Jude doesn’t let up with his hand or his mouth as he swallows my moans, owning every part of the climax.

My hands knot in my hair, then clutch at the pillow, and the sheets, grabbing onto anything I can get hold of as the waves of pleasure continue crashing through me.

“That was one,” he whispers in my ear.

Before I can ask what that means, he is gliding down my body. He grips my thighs and lifts them so they’re over his shoulders and then his mouth is on me. No one has ever shown me so much attention or taken care of my pleasure before they’re inside me before.

My hips move on their own, pressing up to him. For a moment, I worry I’m going to suffocate him, but Jude doesn’t seem to care, pushing his tongue inside me, deeper and faster. His grip on my thighs is relentless too, ensuring he’s trapped between them.

“Jude,” I moan his name.

He pauses and looks up at me. His smile isn’t cocky. It's pure sex, and he watches me as he flicks my clit. Our eyes stay locked as he rolls it around his tongue, dipping in and out, and around my clit again.

That does it. Another orgasm takes over and my hips thrust up. Jude moves with me, never stopping as I scream his name.

I drop back down, my arms spread wide on the bedspread, my heart thundering as my pussy flutters. Jude crawls back up and then lies on his side next to me, brushing my hair out of my face.

“Two,” he says as he shuffles up towards the headboard. Taking my arms, he pulls me. “Ride me, Krista. Ride my cock and give me one more.”

Holy fucking shit. I’ve never seen anything sexier than Jude Smallwood, sitting up in my bed, his hand moving up and down over his cock as he watches me with eyes so heavy with desire, I can barely stand it.

Straddling him, he hands me a condom, which I tear open, then roll over him. He grabs onto my hips and raises me, so I’m poised above him. His eyes are on his cock as he guides me, and I lower.

I let out a long, gasping moan as he fills me, pulling me down until he’s fully seated inside me. I’m so sensitive I have to hold still, planting my hands on his chest, squeezing my eyes tight.

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