Page 144 of Beautifully Reckless

“Let go, Angel,” he rasps, curling his fingers inside me which makes my hips thrust closer. “Let me see what my fingers do to you.”

“Can’t… you feel it?” I pant before biting my lip, my lids squeezing tight as the pleasurable pressure builds deep in my core.

“Yeah, I can feel how wet you are, Angel. Already soaking my hand. And fuck, it’s hot. I want to eat your pussy again, so fucking bad, but I also want to stretch you. Make sure you’re ready to take me.”

“Oh my…” I cry out as he adds a third finger, and even though it stings a little, something deep inside me ignites, and my walls shatter.

I start riding his hand, and his gravelly moan has me snapping my hand out, fisting his hair as I drag him closer for a kiss.

It’s wet and sloppy and chaotic, but I’m suddenly ravenous, like I can’t get enough of him inside me and I want more.

“I need your dick,” I admit, any shame I might normally feel absolutely nowhere in sight.

“Soon.” He chuckles against my lips.

I whimper, ripping my lips from his as I thrash my head back against the cushions, but the moment his hand wraps around my throat, I stiffen.

“It’s only me, Angel,” he growls in my ear, not letting up on massaging my g-spot. “You’re safe. Nothing but me worshipping you is happening here.”

I relax, soaking in his words that I know are true.

I’m not back in that nightmare being held down by strong hands, being choked by someone else’s. Being penetrated as I scream for them to stop.

“Do you feel me, Abs? It’s just me and you here. Abbey and Cameron. Angel and Ringo. Just the two of us on our wedding night.”

I nod frantically, prying my lids open, not realising I’d closed them.

Thesight of Ringo naked before me is a fantasy I’ve craved for weeks.

With one hand wrapped around my neck, his grip is firm and grounding, and not the least bit menacing. His other hand is between my legs as his fingers and thumb work me from both sides, and his intense dark gaze is locked onto mine.

“I won’t apologise for the dirty fucking things I want to do to you, Angel,” he rasps, his voice gritty and sinful, and unmistakingly mine. “I know those things have been used against you in the most heinous way.” He leans closer, eyes burning into mine. “But I swear to you, what you and I do together, just the two of us, no matter how filthy it is… It’s going to be fucking beautiful.”

I nod, even as tears escape my eyes, the pleasure slowly coming back to me.

“What do you want to do to me?” I dare to ask, but knowing how much I love hearing his voice, so deep and gravelly, saying such filthy things, is exactly what I need.

His lips kick up on one side as he leans closer and breathes his words over my lips.

“I want to make you come so many times, that you’re dripping with your own juices,” he growls, and I whimper with so much need I can barely stand it. “Then, I want to slide my cock inside your tight pussy, and feel you clench around me as I fuck you until I unload my cum so deep in you that it drips out of you for days.”

His words have the desired effect, getting me out of my head and any thoughts that don’t belong in this moment, and put me straight into the most pleasurable erotic scene, where only he and I exist.

“More,” I cry, gripping his shoulders as I gyrate on his hand.

“I want to mark you with mycum, Angel. I want to see it leak from your pussy. I want to paint these plump tits with it.” He cups my breast, flicking his thumb over my straining nipple. “I want to watch it shoot from the eye of my cock onto your tongue and face, until you’re bathed in it.”

I… explode!

His words.

The images they conjured in my head.

His fingers mashing against my g-spot and clit.

They all send me hurtling over the edge.

I think I scream, or close to it anyway, my inner walls pulsing and clenching as I convulse with so much blinding pleasure that I feel like it will never end.

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