Page 80 of Reckless King

Fire licks up my spine, heightening the need washing over me. I do as he says, easing my middle finger into the slick warmth of my body and moaning. I’m already so wet a second finger slips in easily.

He hisses a breath. “I still remember how hot and tight you were.”

I lick my lips, watching him as his eyes drift half-closed.

“Fuck, it was damn near impossible not to pull myself out just like this and thrust up into you.”

With a desperate shiver, I slide my fingers out and circle my clit. Little sparks of pleasure sizzle out from my core along my nerves. I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing for more, even though I know we can’t. We shouldn’t.

“Are you imagining it’s me touching you?” he asks, his voice deeper, rougher.

Eyes still closed, I nod.

“You felt so good that night. Your pussy tasted so sweet. Pretend your fingers are mine. Show me how you want me to touch you.”

The tension that built between us that very first night stretches taut now. The memories flood through me. I want him to touch me like he did then, but I can’t let him, so this is the next best thing.

I’ve been gentle so far, but I don’t want gentle from him.

I thrust my fingers back inside myself and whimper at the feeling of fullness. With every thrust, my palm hits my clit, and soon, I’m bucking my hips against my own hand.

Harsh breaths fall from my lips, and my heart thrashes against my rib cage. I don’t slow as I open my eyes, though I falter for an instant when details of the scene in front of me register. Tate King, hooded eyes fixed on my face while I take my pleasure, his full, masculine lips parted, his hand slowly working his straining erection.

“I wish it was your cock,” I say.

His steady movement pauses for a beat. “Imagine it is.” Then he’s back to working himself over, his rhythm now matching my own so that we’re in sync. I add a third finger, trying to emulate the fullness I know I’d feel with him inside me.

“That’s it, beautiful.” His voice has gone hoarse. “Imagine it’s me fucking you. Imagine I’m stroking into you, my cock filling you, stretching you.”

I’m panting, gone now, picturing it all. Wanting it all.

“Are you close, Violet?”

The waves of heat washing over me are so powerful now they’re threatening to drag me under. “Yes.”

“Then stop. Right now.”

I let out a frustrated moan. I could just keep going. One more swipe, two, and I’d come undone right here in front of him. But the almost drugged pleasure on his face as he watches me is addictive. He’s getting off on keeping me on the edge. It’s its own kind of torture. But I’ll follow his command if it means he’ll keep looking at me like that.

“Good girl, that’s it. Do it again. Fuck yourself. Make me jealous of your fingers.”

He moves his hand faster, and I match his pace. The pleasure of it all has arousal dripping between the cheeks of my ass.

Even without touching my clit, I’m dangerously close to shattering.

“You want to come, butterfly?”

I bite my lip and nod. If precum wasn’t leaking down the underside of his shaft at an impressive rate, I’d be embarrassed by the noises my fingers are making.

“Do you have any idea how much I wish I could be buried inside you right now? To feel you so hot and wet and tight around me. You have no idea the things I dream of doing to you.”

“What do you want to do?” The question comes out as a breathless gasp.

His gaze sears into me. “I’ll tie your hands together and your legs apart.”

My body jolts at the thought of being restrained, and another rush of heat hits me.

“I’ll pin you down with my hand on your back so you can’t move, then shove my cock in that tight little cunt. I’ll use a toy on your clit to make you come over and over until neither of us can take it anymore. When you think you have no more left to give, I’ll untie your hands and make you use your fingers to come one more time. And only when you’re spasming around me will I let myself fill you up.”

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