Page 140 of Beautifully Reckless

There’s a flicker of panic in her eyes, but she quickly masks it, a slight frown tugging at her brows like she’s having a silent argument with herself.

Does she want to run?

Or does she want to stay and burn with me?

“Just a taste, Angel. I fucking ache to feel your tongue on me.”

Thosecaramel orbs dart up to meet mine and I reach out, wrapping her pink ponytail around my hand.

Fuuuck. The way I could control her like this. Fisting her hair. Guiding her. Holding her in place. I fucking ache for it, but also, I’ve never been more terrified to take control in my life.

“You won’t force it in my mouth?” she asks, her voice so small. Pained. And fuck me, I want to back down. I want to fall to my knees and tell her she never has to do anything sexual again.

The thing is… she needs this. She needs to be presented with an opportunity to do the things that were used against her with someone she trusts.

She does trust me. I know it and she knows it but her trauma sits on her shoulders reminding her of something that should never have fucking happened.

“I will never force anything on you. Remember you have all the control here. You say stop, and we stop.”

She licks her lips, her grip tightening around my cock as she continues to stroke me up and down.

With a frown creasing her brow, her eyes zero in on the bead of precum on my tip.

“Should I have a safe word?” Her caramel gaze darts up to mine through the thick fan of her lashes. “That’s a thing, right?”

“Yeah. It’s a thing, but maybe, for you, we should use the traffic light method.”

Her hand stills as her gaze meets mine again.

“Traffic light method?”

“Angel, don’t stop,” I growl, and she giggles, before resuming attention to my cock. “Atta girl.”

Her blush returns, and it’s really no surprise she has a praise kink, even though she likely doesn’t know it.

“Traffic lights. Red for stop immediately. Orange for needing a break or pause. And green for everything is fucking good.”

She grins. “I like that idea.”

“Okay then, Angel. So, be a good girl and lick my cock.”

Her chest rises and falls as a rush of air escapes her, only this time I’m certain it’s from arousal.

With her gaze trained on the tip of my cock, I watch from above, my hand still wrapped in her hair, as she closes the distance and darts out her tongue, licking the clear bead off my tip.

“Fuuuck,” I rasp, holding back my need to do exactly what she asked me not to do.

I want in her so fucking bad.

“You want to put it in your mouth?” My voice is rough as fuck, but she shakes her head, licking her lips as she eases back. “Do you want to put it inside you anywhere?”

Fuck, is that desperation in my tone?

Calm the fuck down, Ringo!

I already know she’s going to shake her head before she does it, but that’s alright. We have all night. Fuck. We have as long as it fucking takes.

Releasing her hair, I peel her hand from around my shaft, an agonising feat if there ever was one, and then I kneel between her legs bringing us eye level.

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