Page 162 of Beautifully Reckless

Ringo lifts a brow. “Doesn’t it?”

I shoot Ringo a glare at his threat, and he throws back a very fake apologetic look. “Fine. I won’t kill your friend.”

“Not if you want sex again,” I snap.

Ringo smirks down at me, while Jared curses under his breath.

“On that note.” Ringo sweeps me up into his arms, and a squeal escapes me. “Fuck off, will ya? I’m still on my honeymoon.”

I giggle as he spins and stalks off with me, Jared swearing behind us like a grumpy big brother who just walked in on something scarring.

“You’re an animal.” I laugh, clinging to his shirt as he hurries through the vines, heading back towards the house.

“That I am, Angel,” he growls. “And I’m fucking hungry.”

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“Eyes on the mirror,” I demand, a whimper falling past Abbey’s lips as she slowly lowers onto my cock.

Fuuuck. The way her cunt grips my shaft is fucking everything.

Her legs tremble as she seats herself on my lap, her back to my front as I perch on the edge of my mattress facing the full length mirror in my room.

“You’re too big,” she pants, straining to take my dick in this new position.

“You can take me, Angel. Just like all the other times.” I remind her, watching how her expression morphs with lust as she remembers the last few days and the sex bubble we’ve been in.

“You’re so… deep,” she moans, biting her lip as I grip her hips and help her slowly rise up again.

The fucking sight just about undoes me. Her legs spread wide across my thighs, her glistening, swollen cunt open for both of us to see. Half of my cock, slick with her wetness, makes a brief appearance before I guide her back down.

“You like me deep, Angel. Just relax into the new position.”

She moans, louder this time, as I help her ease back down, stretching her, filling her, hitting that perfect spot deep inside.

She’s been fucking ravenous since that first night—our wedding night—when she gave herself to me. Not completely. But enough to help her ease into sex after what she’s been through.

She always has to be on top, unless I’m eating her sweet cunt. Then she just about lets me do anything.

Nearly.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind her riding me, but fuck, I want to take her. Like trulytakeher.

Every instinct in me wants to own her completely.

But I can wait. I’ve been letting her fuckme. Letting her think she has most of the control.

She still needs my guidance. Still craves my voice.

That’s enough to sate my dominant side for now, but eventually, he’s going to demand her complete submission. And when that day comes… fuck… I hope she’s ready.

Trailing kisses up the column of her neck, I nip at her lobe, watching her lids flutter closed as she gives herself over to the sensations.

I want to demand she open her pretty eyes again, but for now, until she’s nearly lost to the pleasure, I’ll let her drift. Let her ride the high that’s building inside her.

As she risesup and down, building a rhythm she’s comfortable with, I glide my hand over her growing bump, slow and reverent.

I fucking love how it looks. How it feels. Her skin stretched taut beneath my palm. The life growing inside her making her glow all over.

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