Page 24 of Recklessly in Love

“You are so sexy, Joanie,” I groan as I pick up my pace, feeling her walls start to clench harder. “Come for me, baby. Say my name.”

And I unleash. Hard and fast. Pounding her pussy until she clenches so tightly it’s all I can do to keep fucking her through her orgasm.

“Oh … oh … oh,” Joanie cries. “Yes, God, yes, Greg, oh my God, yes!”

When my name falls from her lips, I’m done. My cock explodes, release whipping through me like a firebrand as I empty into the condom. As she quivers around me. As my world shifts.

I may have gotten her to scream my name. I may have owned her orgasm. But the truth is, Joanie Morris owns me.

CHAPTER NINE

JOANIE

Even though I’ve never been big on holidays, Christmas morning holds the echoes of the joy of all my childhood Christmases. But this Christmas morning holds the echoes of the joy of all my orgasms of the past twelve hours. And there have been a lot.

With that thought, I wake fully, suppressing my giggle in case Greg’s not up yet. Because there’s one thing we didn’t do last night that I will make sure we do this morning.

Unfortunately, the blackout curtains make the room so dark that all I can see is his outline. I listen quietly and hear only his deep breaths. He’s still asleep. But not for long.

With a sly grin, I slip under the covers. And then I close my lips over his cock. Already semi-hard with morning wood, he nearly fills my mouth. And a few good sucks leave me with not much more than a crown and Greg groaning.

“Shit, Joanie,” he says. “That’s …” More groans.

I slip my hand around him, grinning and pumping his shaft as I emerge to find he’s turned on the lamp. The low light casts a golden glow over his gorgeous face.

His head is thrown back, his eyes closed as his muscles tighten against the sensation of me working him.

“Look at me, Greg,” I demand, just like he did when he went down on me yesterday. And I intend to make this every bit as epic as what he did to me, if that’s possible. It was the best oral I’ve ever received, after all, but I’m confident I can give it as good as I got.

His eyes are dark and filled with need, but he watches. And I watch back as I lick around the tip of him, the fantasies of doing this to him coming to life even better than I’d imagined. He grits his teeth, and I smirk, pumping him with sure, wet strokes before closing my mouth over him again, opening my throat, and releasing my hand. One of the few ways I’ll surrender to a man.

With a sharp groan of approval that shows he understood the invitation, Greg pumps into my mouth, bracing himself against the bed to get as deep as he can. Moisture streams from my eyes and down my cheeks as I take it all, sucking around his thrusts as he fucks my mouth until my clit is throbbing, my nipples are hard, and my throat is raw. With a roar, he spills down my throat. I smile around his cock, then lick gently to clean him as he withdraws. But then his dick is replaced by his lips as he pulls me in for a claiming kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth.

Once he lets me go, he drops back to the bed, panting. “Fucking hell, Joanie,” he groans. “Give me a minute and then I’m going to make you come so hard you —”

The sound of a door closing outside the bedroom makes us both sit up abruptly.

“Gregory?” a man’s voice calls.

I look over at Greg, wide-eyed. His expression is sour.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “It’s my father.” He rises and goes to the door, sticking his head around the gap where it was open. “I’ll be out in a minute.” His tone is terse, unfriendly. I don’t miss that there’s no “Merry Christmas, Dad” or “Hey, Dad, what a nice surprise.”

Greg closes the door, then walks to the window and opens the drapes, presumably so he can see better. He pulls on his jeans and a sweater before ducking out of the room and pulling the door almost closed behind him … but not quite all the way closed. And seeing as how I have no shame, I slink out of bed and retrieve my sweater from where it’d landed on the floor last night, slipping it on. Since it hits below my ass, it covers everything that matters in case I get caught, so I don’t bother with anything else. Instead, I creep to the door to listen.

“—and I told you that your mother and I expected you to come home. We’ve had enough, son.”

“First; I’m a fucking adult, and you may not like that I decided your plans to turn Alpine Ridge into the next tourist trap in the Cascades would destroy everything I love about this place —”

“It’s not your decision to make,” Greg’s father interrupts, his voice icy.

“Not just mine, maybe. But I came here to look after our investments this side of the mountains. I was happy to do that until you wanted to change what that meant. I never agreed —”

“I thought you’d care more about what’s in the family’s best interests, Gregory. But since you don’t, you have no right —”

“I have every right. Your father left me half of that land, plus all of the property you’re standing on. Clearly, you didn’t get that Grandpa Tyler was trying to get us to learn how to work together, Dad. But it’s all about what you want, isn’t it?” The harsh, commanding note in Greg’s voice sends shivers down my spine.

Greg’s dad scoffs. “So, what, you want to waste your life with no career, no wife, no family, and now without thought for the real estate empire you’ve been part of since birth? You’re abandoning your duties to yourself and your mother and me. If you won’t see sense, at least come home for your mother. You have no idea how devastated she is by your behavior.”

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