Page 59 of Recklessly in Love

“I realized that,” she says. “And I also realized that I keep finding reasons not to commit to this, to us fully. But I don’t want to do that anymore. Because despite what I said, I know who you are. And I do love you, Greg. I want to be with you.”

I close my eyes, emotion welling up in my chest. “I want that too. More than anything. Where are you right now?”

“I’m at Mia and Nate’s because the B&B is fully booked this weekend. Why?”

“Because I need to see you,” I tell her honestly. Her answering silence unnerves me. “That is, assuming you want to see me.”

A breathy laugh escapes her. “Of course I do. I was just trying to figure out if I could get to you faster than you could get here.”

I grin. “Well, that’s easy. I’m on my way.”

I make it up the hill in record time. When Joanie opens the door, the sight of her takes my breath away. And it’s not even her long, dark hair up in a messy bun that shows her slender neck or the tiny shorts and tank top she’s wearing. It’s her inner beauty radiating through the stunning exterior. She may drive me crazy, but it’s also what makes us work. She smiles at me like she knows, and I sweep her into my arms and hold her tight.

“Hey, baby,” I murmur into her hair.

She pulls back to look at me, her blue eyes shining. “I missed you.”

I lean down and kiss her, pouring all my love into it, showing her how much I missed her too. She responds with equal enthusiasm, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulls me inside and upstairs to the second-floor guest room.

We stumble inside, shedding clothes as we go. Her top goes first so that I can lick those pert little nipples. While I do that, she unbuckles my belt. As soon as her fingertips graze my cock, I growl and shove her back onto the bed, ripping the tiny shorts off of her. I likewise tear off my shirt.

Looking down at her naked and gorgeous, I wish I had the patience to worship every inch of her body slowly. But something about our reunion, even after such a short time, has me desperate for her.

“Fuck me, Greg,” Joanie demands, obviously right there with me.

Her words travel through me, making me impossibly hard for her. So much so that I can’t be bothered to finish undressing. Instead, I shove inside her, hard and fast. I lean in so I can take her mouth as I take her pussy.

“I love you,” I tell her as I move inside her. “God, I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” she gasps, arching into me. She scrapes her fingernails down my back, and my cock pulses.

“Fuck,” I groan. She grins and does it again. Something about the sharp pain contrasted against her tight heat wrapped around my cock has me ready to explode. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come inside you, baby.” A small gasp escapes her, and her pupils dilate. I raise an eyebrow. “You want that?” She nods desperately. “You want me to come in your tight little pussy?” Joanie groans and spasms around me as her orgasm crashes into her impossibly fast. I barely have time to mentally take note that the dirty talk makes her squeeze my cock harder than ever before I’m doing exactly what I promised.

Joanie’s final moan in my ear is another “I love you.” My vision blurs as we come apart together and are forever remade with pieces of each other.

We lay tangled together, basking in the afterglow, our newly declared feelings, and the fantastic sex that went with it.

“Shit,” I curse, panting into her neck. I place a gentle kiss on her clavicle. “That was different.”

Joanie tilts her pelvis into me, and my cock twitches in response. “It was,” she agrees with a giggle. “I’m going to need more of that seriously sexy dirty talk.”

“Yeah? Like how? You want me to tell you what a good girl you are?” I tease, pumping gently, setting her shivering under me.

“God, no,” she groans, wiggling her hips. “I want you to tell me I’m your naughty girl. Your dirty, naughty little whore.”

My balls tighten, and my cock thickens. “Fuck, Joanie, you’re making me hard again already,” I warn her.

She flicks her hips. “Good. Fuck that cum into me harder then,” she challenges.

My breath catches, and arousal shoots through me like fire. I haven’t gotten hard this fast again so often since I was a teenager. But this woman …

I work my hips, giving her a small taste. “Like that?” She nods. “You want me to fuck you with both of our cum all over us?” She groans and tips her head back. “You want me to get harder and harder and fuck your dirty little cunt until it’s covered in me, baby?”

“Of fuck, yes, God, yes,” she groans, arching so her tits push up. I hitch back to free my hands and grab both nipples, tweaking hard so she gasps and bucks on my cock, bringing me back to full mast. Our centers are still joined but slippery with cum and her fresh arousal. It’s next-level hot.

“Then brace yourself, baby.” I grab her hips hard. “Because I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are. My dirty little slut.”

I’ve never spoken to a woman this way during sex — or ever — but somehow, it’s the biggest turn-on of my life. And as I pound her beneath me, the keening moans coming out of her tell me it’s working for her, too. I continue to pour out a filthy stream of encouragement until I’m coming so hard I can barely stay upright, until Joanie’s moans take a sharp turn into “dear God, someone’s murdering her in there,” and she comes so hard on my cock that I see stars as I empty into her once more.

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