Page 163 of Beautifully Reckless

My fingers glide higher, until I find one of her full, perfect tits.

Her pebbled nipple hardens even more as I roll it between my fingers, and my Angel moans again, her plump lips parting as she pants, falling deeper into our connection.

“That’s it. You’re such a good fucking girl,” I rasp against her ear, my words and touch making her grind faster.

She’s found a good rhythm now, so I shift my other hand from her hip, sliding down between her legs to find her engorged, needy clit.

As I draw slow, deliberate circles around it, she whimpers, my teasing fingersnottouching her the way she needs.

“Touch it,” she cries, her lids flying open, those stormy caramel eyes locking with mine in the mirror.

“Say please,” I growl, and she nods desperately, her fingers digging into my thighs as she rides me harder.

“Please. Touch it.”

Her wish is my fucking command, and I give her what she’s aching for, pressing the pads of my fingers to her bud and giving her the friction she seeks.

Fuuuck. She comes alive. That hood of skin like a fucking switch, powering up the raw, carnal side of her that I fucking live for.

She lets gothen, her eyes not on mine but where I disappear inside her, my fingers kneading her clit as I hit her good and fucking deep.

My lips latch onto her neck, sucking as I fight not to come too fucking early, needing her to go over the edge first, because I fucking love the way she milks my cock.

I suck at her neck, roll her nipple between my fingers, and mash her clit while plunging inside her over and over and watch, as my little Angel’s lips part in a silent O as her face contorts with pleasured pain, and she comes hard.

The moment her walls start clamping around my cock, I join her, releasing her neck, my roar mingling with her cries as I fill her with my cum.

Our panting breaths are loud as we both slacken, my fucking legs shaking as I shift us back more on the mattress so we don’t end up on the fucking floor.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re everything.”

She melts against my chest at my words, my view down the front of her body ensuring my cock doesn’t go entirely slack.

Fuck. She’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I’ll never get enough of her.

Fucking, never!

Wrapping my arms around her, we stay that way for a few minutes, both of us needing to catch our breath, still in our orgasm haze.

I feel the moment reality comes crashing back in by the way my wife tenses on my lap, and my heart sinks to the pit of my gut.

Fuck.

I have to leave today.

Everything in me wants to bring her with me, but we need to be smart.

She’s safe here. Out of the way. I’m feeling a little more confident after Dee helped Stoner improve our security system, to leave her here.

At least then I can go do my job while hunting the fuckers that hurt her, seeking justice, and if my club catches heat, she won’t be in the firing line.

Rising from my lap, my cock slips free of her, and if she feels my cum dripping out of her, she doesn’t fucking acknowledge it.

Instead, Abbey spins, launching herself back into my arms, wrapping herself around me like it will somehow hold me in place so I can’t leave.

“Abs,” I groan, hating how much I know she’s struggling with this. Not because it’s annoying, but because I can’t stand the idea of her hurting.

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