Page 92 of Reckless King

“Come on my cock, butterfly. Squeeze me so hard you force the orgasm out of me.”

Back arching and desperate, she wraps her legs around my hips and tugs me impossibly closer. I can’t wait any longer. I let go of her wrists and palm her breasts. Every time I pinch her nipples, her pussy spasms around me. It’s too much. I’m already close to exploding. “Touch yourself, Violet. Make yourself come for me.”

Sweat dews her flushed skin, and she whimpers. I know it’s a lot to ask of her. But I need this. I need her to give me this, to give herself over to me completely. I’ve never wanted it before, but I want it with her.

She grips my bicep with one hand and glides the other between us. The moment she makes contact, her channel flexes and tightens around me, making sweat break out on my brow as I fight for control. With every one of my strokes, her knuckles bump against my pelvis. And fuck if having her touch herself like this, having her grind against me in her desperation for relief, fingers slipping and sliding over her clit, isn’t everything I imagined.

“Tate,” she moans. She focuses on me, pupils blown wide and sweat dampening the curls at her hairline. With her flushed skin and plump, swollen lips, she’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “I’m… I’m c-coming.”

I can feel it happening, her body gripping me like a vise, her frantic breaths. When her lashes flutter, threatening to close, I grip her jaw. “Keep looking at me, Violet. I want to see it in your eyes at the same time I feel it on my cock.”

She blinks hazily, then forces herself to hold my gaze. The pleasure drunk expression on her face has my climax clawing closer. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze lightly, not to choke her, just to hold her here in this moment with me, to feel her pulse beat against my palm, the clutch of her pussy around me, to know her eyes are on me when I possess her in every way.

“Tate,” she almost sobs. “I need… I need…”

I know what she needs. I pull almost all the way out, then drive into her hard and fast. Once, twice. That’s all it takes. Her body draws tighter around me, and her back arcs off the table. With a shudder, she convulses, her internal muscles pulsing, pulling me impossibly deeper. It’s too much. Too good. I chase my own release even as the aftershocks ripple through her. I’m cursing now, low and deep and urgent, slamming into her over and over. Heat and pleasure rise up from my balls, signaling my impending release. With a long, guttural groan, I bury myself as far into her as I can get and let it explode out of me.

The force of my release is so strong I have to brace my palm on the table next to her head while I ride it out. Each throb of my cock sears through me as my orgasm seems to go on and on. When it finally eases and my muscles unlock, I gather her up against me and crash my lips down on hers.

Her body trembles against mine, and when our mouths finally separate, our ragged breaths fill the air between us.

I pull back a fraction and stroke her face. “You okay, butterfly?”

She lets out a shaky laugh. “I’ve never… that’s never… I don’t even know what to do with myself.”

With my mouth pressed to the crook of her neck, I hum. “Luckily, I know exactly what to do with you.”

She stares at me in shock. “You can’t possibly think I have any more orgasms in me.”

I chuckle. “I’m sure I could drag one or two more out of you, but I’ll give you a break. For tonight, anyway.”

Gently, I ease out of her. If I wasn’t certain I could have her again tomorrow, I’d be tempted to slide straight back in. But her body is spent. So I tuck myself back into my pants and zip them up. I should have taken the time to undress her and shed my own clothing. Though I don’t regret how it happened. How could I?

“Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her.

When she does, I grip her thighs and pick her up.

“What are you doing?” She laughs, a soft, sleepy sound.

“I’m taking you to have a shower, and then to bed.”

She lays her head on my shoulder, and a surge of tenderness rocks me. And when she curls a hand around my neck, I swear I can feel a cool touch from the band of her engagement ring. The engagement ring I put on her finger. As I carry my fiancée toward my bedroom, one thought runs on a loop through my head. Violet is mine. My fiancée. My future wife. This might have started out as fake, but that doesn’t mean it has to stay that way.

When I push the door to my bedroom open, Violet raises her head. “I thought you were taking me to my shower?”

“My shower. My bed tonight.”

She’s silent for a beat, then her lips brush the skin of my neck. “Okay.”

I let her down and lead her across the huge expanse of my bedroom to the bathroom. My shower is massive, with four rain showerheads. I don’t let go of her when I turn on the water. As steam begins to billow around us, I tug gently on her zipper, then slide the straps off her shoulders so the dress pools at her feet.

She allows me to turn her so we’re facing one another. I can’t help but drop another kiss to her lips. Then I guide her toward the shower. While she stands under the spray, I quickly strip my clothes off as well. I’m hard again by the time I join her, my dick standing to attention, but I ignore it.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Violet. So damn gorgeous.”

I frame her face and tip it up to mine. With a soft smile, she wraps her fingers around my wrists. The movement makes the bathroom light reflect off the gemstones in her ring, drawing my attention. Heat surges through me, and this time when I kiss her, it’s pure possession.

When we come up for air, she looks down at where I’m hard and throbbing. “That looks painful.”

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