Page 102 of Beautifully Reckless

The heel of his palm grinds against my clit, the friction so addictive that I know I could easily become an addict when it comes to this man. And as if to reinforce that thought, he eases his finger out before adding a second and sinking them both in, giving me the most intoxicating stretch that has me gasping.

“Fuck my hand, Angel. Take what you need.”

His words spur me on, my lids fluttering open as he releases my head to palm my breast over the t-shirt.

Tipping my head back, I arch into his touch, his thumb easily finding my already pebbled nipple as he rolls it between his fingers.

I moan, I whimper, I mule, my legs trembling again, but this time for another reason.

“That’s it.” He groans as his fingers work faster inside me. “Come for me, Abbey. Come all over my fingers. Fucking drench me.”

It’s the dirty talk combined with his curling fingers, his palm grinding against my clit, and the pinch of my nipple that sends me careening over the edge in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

My lips part as I scream, yet there’s no sound as I shoot straight to oblivion in a ripple of spasms that feel like they last an eternity.

It’s endless. Blinding. And euphoric.

I ride out each wave until they float away, and I realise he’s lifting me, my feet no longer on the floor.

Before my axis can make sense of what’s happening, my back meets the surface of a table.

“W-what are you doing?” I pant, blinking through my lusty daze as his strong hands pry my knees apart.

“I want fucking dessert.”

My breath catches, my brain not processing fast enough to understand before his head disappears between my legs and his hot tongue glides over my slick folds.

I cry out, my back arching as my hands shoot to his head to push him away, but the moment his tongue finds my clit, I’m a goner.

My fingers delve into his hair, anchoring him in place like my body refuses to let him go.

He laps at me, gentle yet deliberate, then sucks my clit into his mouth, while simultaneously using his tongue to flick it.

Ohhh, he’s going to ruin me.

And I want him to. Completely.

I don’t even realise it’s coming until I’m in the thick of it, and another orgasm rips through me, fast and brutal. I scream as my body explodes again, so intense it borders on euphoric pain.

If I died inthis moment, I’m certain the power of that orgasm would resurrect me.

“Fuck, Angel,” Ringo pants, coming up for air.

I should feel embarrassed, laid out with my coochie on full display, but right now, I really don’t care.

“Marry me?”

I snort lazily at his words, a half smile lifting my lips as my body melts into the table like I’ve been drugged.

The drug is him.

“Sure,” I coo lazily, barely able to form the words as I slur. “I’ll be Mrs Abbey Musgrove.”

Before I can even register the shift in the air, I’m scooped up into Ringo’s arms, and he cradles me to his chest as he starts walking.

“In that case, Angel, you need to get some sleep before your big wedding day tomorrow.”

I giggle again, my lids heavy as I nuzzle into his neck, my lips brushing over the hot skin there.

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