Page 125 of Beautifully Reckless

Surging forward, I glide my tongue over her needy clit in one long, filthy stroke.

She cries out, arching into me, greedy for more, so I go to fucking town. Licking. Sucking. Sinking two fingers deep inside her until she’s crying out so loud, there’s no fucking way Ace—who’s still just around the corner waiting for us on the deck—didn’t hear.

Knowing he can hear me pleasure my wife makes me want to pound my fucking chest like a savage. It’s a fucking honour. And my Angel is the only person I willeverdrop to my knees for.

As she writhes, grinding her mound against my face, her tight walls grip my digits like a fucking vice. She’s hot and wet and soft inside, while her clit swells under my tongue. I flick it and lick it and suck it with a hunger that has her breaking apart in seconds.

Her pulsing cunt drags my fingers deeper, and fuuuck, all I can think about is burying my cock inside her and staying there until she milks me dry. I want to fill her with so much of my DNA that it leaks out of her for hours, while the rest of it gets absorbed, claimed by her body, like it fucking belongs there.

Fuck.

There’s just something about the idea of having my DNA mixing with hers, becoming part of her.

“Cam,” she whimpers, her fingers fisting in my hair as she tries to push me off.

But I can’t fucking stop. My tongue keeps tormenting her sensitive little nub.

I’m fucking addicted.

Her grip tightens, trying to shove me back, her hips writhing like they want to get away… but then they hesitate, like they’re not sure if they want to escape.

Chuckling low, I decide to stop teasing her. We’ve got a fucking wedding celebration to get to, so the real fun will have to wait until later.

Easing back, my eyes meet hers, heavy with lust, and fuck me, she’s so fucking stunning like this.

“You drenched my hand again, Angel.” I smirk, and her eyes widen a little as her lips part to apologise, but I stop her, curling my fingers still deep inside her, dragging a squeak from her throat. “Don’t you dare say sorry.”

Sucking in her lips, she breathes heavily through her nose and nods quickly, so I ease the pressure off her swollen and extra sensitive g-spot, and slip my fingers free.

Her caramel orbs lock onto my glistening fingers as I hold them up, and with a shit-eating grin, I proceed to lick them clean. One by fucking one.

She bites her lip, watching like I’m sucking honey off my digits, her chest rising and falling quickly like the sight is turning her on… again.

“You know what I think?” I ask, tugging her panties down until she lifts each foot so I can slip them free.

“What?” she breathes so quietly I barely hear it.

“I think my wife is a dirty girl. I think she secretly gets turned on by the filthiest stuff, but she’s just too embarrassed to admit it.”

Abbey parts her lips, ready to protest, but then frowns and snaps her lips shut.

Then she shrugs.

I chuckle, using her panties to dry off my fingers.

“Fuck yeah. My old lady is adirty little whore.”

She stiffens, going completely rigid, her eyes blowing wide with what can only be described as horror.

Shit.

One hand raised, I stand slowly as I tuck her panties into my pocket, watching panic flicker across her face.

“Angel, I’m sorry,” I rush out, realising I fucked up.

In my world, chickslovebeing called a whore, and for a hot fucking minute, I forgot Abbey’snotfrom my world.

Shaking her head frantically, her eyes dart everywhere but never land on me.

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