Page 100 of Reckless Harmony

“Baby, I need to be in you,” he groaned.

“I know,” she said, “but you’ll be a good boy and not move while I fuck you, or neither of us get an orgasm tonight.”

He muttered a curse but held perfectly still as she lowered herself onto his dick again. He gripped the sheets in tight fists, his eyes glued to her pussy, and praying for mercy as she rode him excruciatingly slow.

“Rayna,” he gritted out. “Faster.”

She peeked over her shoulder at him. “Admit you were jealous of my new friendship with Rupert, and I will.”

“Don’t say his name while you’re fucking me,” he said.

She squeezed around him, then leaned forward and tilted her hips so that he slipped out of her again. He let loose with another curse before glaring at her. “Rayna!”

“Admit it,” she said.

“Fine. I was jealous,” he ground out, “but you shouldn’t have been flirting with him in front of me.”

Her little pussy swallowed his dick again, and he was in heaven. “So, you’re allowed to flirt with other women, but I can’t flirt with other men?”

“What are you talking about? Fuck, baby, move faster.”

She kept the same slow pace of fucking him. “Phoebe Edwards. You were on a goddamn date with her today.”

“I wasn’t,” he said.

She glared at him over her shoulder, her dark brown eyes bright with jealousy before she pulled off him again. “Liars don’t get pussy, Stark.”

Oh, Jesus, she would be the fucking death of him. “I’m not lying. She ambushed me in the coffee shop.”

She stared at him, her hot little pussy only inches from his dick, and he said, “I swear, baby.”

Thank fucking Christ, she settled onto his dick again, her pussy squeezing him tight as she rode him a little faster. “You invited her back to the office.”

“She invited herself,” he panted, his hands tightening in the sheets. “Baby, can I touch you? Please, I need to touch you.”

“Yes, you may,” she said.

He grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh as she took him deep. “She wants to fuck you, Stark.”

Before he could reply, she rode him hard and fast, bouncing on his dick, the hot glide of her pussy making his eyes roll back in his head and his body arch.

“You’re not allowed to fuck her,” she said.

He didn’t reply, his entire focus narrowed to the slick grip of Rayna’s pussy on his dick. Christ, he was so fucking close. Just a few more strokes and -

“Fuck!” The word exploded out of his mouth as Rayna leaned forward, and he slipped out of her again. “Rayna!”

Her giggle was both adorable and evil as hell. “Yes, Stark?”

“Give me your pussy,” he said.

“Promise me you won’t fuck Phoebe, and you can have my pussy,” she said.

He blinked at her. Why the fuck were they talking about Phoebe? “I’m not attracted to her.”

“Promise me you won’t fuck her,” Rayna said before sliding him back into her pussy.

He squeezed her ass, desperate for her to move. “Fuck me, baby.”

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