Page 124 of Beautifully Reckless

“Wait,” I pant. “We can’t… not out here.”

A low growl rolls from his chest, the vibration of it igniting sparks over my clit, and I lose all train of thought.

“I’m fucking starving, Angel.” He sounds almost feral. “Eating your pussy is the only thing that will sate my appetite right now.”

My whimper is loud and raw, full of desperation, and I look down to see his eyes gazing up at me from behind the bunched up fabric of my dress.

The only part of his face I can see are those dark dangerous eyes, but just their intensity is enough to undo me.

“Someone will see,” I point out, even as I arch against the heat of his mouth, needing to feel his lips, tongue, any part of himright there.

“You’re my fucking wife now,” he bites out, pulling back only far enough to speak. “I’ll enjoy you wherever and whenever I fucking want. I don’t care who’s around.”

I want to protest, but then he’s shifting my panties aside and gliding the hot silk of his tongue over my seam and I swear, I short circuit.

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The way I’m fucking salivating to eat her cunt. Fuck. Nothing has ever consumed me more than this need. To taste her again. To bring her to the brink and help her crash over the edge while revelling in her juices.

Again.

It was one thing to taste her fingers that time, back at the Western, but last night, sliding my tongue between her pretty pink folds nearly fucking undid me.

I should be punishing her for lying to me about picturing Harry Styles. I know she wasn’t fucking picturing him. I was the only man she was seeing. I’ve seen that look in her eyes before, and it’s never been about anyone else. Just me… just us.

“Ringo,” she whimpers from above, pressing her head back against the tree as I devour her clit like it’s my favourite fucking treat.

And fuck.It is.

Her sweet nectar rushes into my mouth, and as I pull back to look at her perfect pussy, I replace my tongue with my fingers, flicking them over her swollen little nub.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re so wet for me. How long have you been like this?”

Instead of answering, she squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head against the tree.

“I asked you a question, Angel.” I pull back, removing my fingers, and just like that, her caramel eyes snap open. “Answer me.”

Deliberately licking my lips, I tease her with the hint of my tongue, her eyes tracking the movement before shifting to my beard, which is already glistening with her slickness.

“Ever since I woke up.” Her sweet voice is fucking gravelly, her arousal wrecking her in the best way.

“Even when you were arguing with me about becoming my wife?”

Her gaze drops to the ground beside us as her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Fuck… that won’t do.

“Eyes back on me,” I snap, and just like that, her pretty orbs are locked onto mine, just the way I like them. “Answer my question.”

To encourage her, I slide my fingers over her wet seam, spreading her slickness around her clit and applying a little more pressure.

“Especially when I was arguing with you,” she rushes out, her lids growing heavy as she watches me.

Just what I thought. My Angel gets aroused when we face off.

“You like rilingme up, don’t you?” I ask, and she nods, biting her lip.

I know how hard it is for her to speak the truth, so for her honesty, I decide to reward her.

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