Page 100 of Reckless Hearts

Callie shifts, pressing back into his touch in a steady rhythm. Her voice turns needy, frantic, desperate as he fucks his fingers inside her.

“That’s three fingers, Callie. Look how well you can take me after taking Colt’s cock.”

My cock jerks at the mention, angry that Callie is no longer pressed against it. She whimpers when he pulls out, hips rocking back as if chasing him. He grips her ass, holding her steady. A low chuckle forms deep in his throat.

“I need you to trust me, Callie,” he says as he grabs the bottle from the bed and pops the cap. “Can you do that for me, Wildflower?”

She nods against my chest, and I can feel the heat of her breath when she rasps, “Yes.”

He growls, pleased, and it goes straight to my cock.

His now lubricated fingers travel up her seam. Her head lifts, gaze snapping to mine as she lets out a surprise squeak. I can’t see what’s happening, but I can guess. Callie’s nails are digging crescents into my skin as Maverick starts to press against her tight rim.

“I want to take you here, Callie.”

A shiver rolls through her, and my cock weeps at the image of her taking him into her ass.

“You want that too, don’t you?”

“I-I want it.” Her voice breaks.

“You are such a good girl Callie,” he purrs.

She’s trembling in my arms as I hold her in place, breaths coming out in shallow pants.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

She whimpers and moves into his fingers

Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot.

I reach between us, stroking my cock, and press the tip into her soft skin, leaving wet trails over her navel.

“Kiss her, Colt.”

She tastes good on my tongue as I take her mouth. The tension drains from her limbs as she relaxes, letting me have all of her weight.

Maverick removes his fingers, drawing a whimper from our girl as he lines his cock up with her pussy, slowly entering her. A low growl grits through his teeth as he waits for her to adjust before he carefully begins to roll his hips.

The sound she makes has me stroking myself faster. I grunt, going fucking cross-eyed when Maverick slams into her and her belly strokes my cock, my precum making her wet as I slide against her.

I capture her mouth with mine again, loving the way it has her relaxing into me. Like my mouth, my kiss, my tongue is the only thing she needs.

I stroke my length in time with Maverick’s thrusts. The rhythm he’s setting has my breath hitching in my throat. He leans forward, his presence looming over us. His teeth are clenched together as he wrangles himself, keeping each of his movements controlled, drawing every last ounce of pleasure out of her.

It’s clear that, for him, his partner takes priority. He gets off on it. His teeth sink into his bottom lip when she presses back, asking for more, and he gives it to her, going harder and faster, drawing out her moans until she’s making nothing but incoherent, needy sounds.

Maverick leans over us, palm pressed into her back, keeping her in place as her soft skin rubs against my length with each roll of his hips.

What would it feel like to be the one receiving that kind of care? To have him pay attention to my every reaction. A ripple runs through me, and my cock grows impossibly harder. Now that the thought’s there, I can’t shake it. I groan, and Maverick catches me watching. His eyes search my face before darkening. He thrusts, gauging my reaction. My mouth opens, cock slamming into Callie.

She feels so fucking good, her body wrapped around mine, holding on to me fiercely as she takes her pleasure. Maverick’s attention is burning itself permanently into my skin. With every roll of his hips, it feels like he’s fucking himself into me.

My teeth clench together, eyes shut, and my head presses back into the mattress as I work myself closer and closer to the edge. It feels like every muscle in my body is stretched taut, begging for just a little more. My eyes snap open when Maverick’s firm grip encloses mine, guiding my hand from root to tip.

I come with enough force to knock the air out of me, moaning through gritted teeth as I uncontrollably fuck into his hand. Callie grinds into us, calling our names. She’s shaking, trembles rolling through her as she follows me over the edge.

Maverick’s growl fills the room as he ruts into her, his head thrown back with his release.

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