Page 11 of Reckless Games

“Midnight.”

“Correct. And do you need to use it?”

“No.”

“Good girl.” Two words and he drives his hips forward, forcing the breath from my chest.

My fingers dig into the bedsheet as he grips the mounds of my ass cheeks.

“Fuck.” Adam holds my hips against him. “Your pussy is choking my cock.”

I take a deep breath, trying to adjust to the feel of him—the size of him. He’s too large. Too much. Everything I’ve never known I needed.

Slowly, he pulls back, before brutally thrusting forward again. The scream that rips from my throat is half pleasure, half pain.

But he doesn’t slow down. He drives into me from behind with such force I can barely breathe, pressing his palm on my back and shoving me into the mattress.

The wooden edge of the footboard digs into my thighs with every thrust, and I’m sure he’ll leave bruises, but I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to ever stop as he grips my hair with his free hand and tugs it. One hand still holding me down, I arch for him. Screaming, begging, praying.

Pressure building with every hard thrust.

He fucks me like he hates me and wants to work me out of his system. It’s not gentle or sweet. It’s mean. Harsh. Something I didn’t know I wanted and now I’m living for it.

Building for it.

He wraps an arm around my waist at the same time as he tugs my hair, lifting me up off the bed. He pulls my back to his still fully clothed chest, and I’m forced to balance on my tip toes to keep from falling over as he continues to thrust in.

Reaching behind me, I wrap my arms up and around his neck to hold on.

“You’re everything I thought you would be,” he whispers in my ear, releasing my hair to snake his hand around my chest and grab my breast, palming it with his large hand. “Everything I dreamed you’d be.”

I imagine his words are for me. That in this moment he knows who I really am, and he wants this as much as I want him.

“Adam,” I moan.

“Yes, baby girl?” He holds me tightly, one arm around my chest and the other around my waist as he fucks me.

“I—” My breath hitches. It stutters. “I need…”

But I can’t finish a coherent thought. I can’t think for the first time in years.

“You want to come for me?” He reads my mind, his hand slipping down between my legs, and his finger runs circles over my clit.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

I’m breathless. Thoughtless. Empty and full at the same time. I’m clay he’s molding with his hands.

“Then come on my cock.” He bites my neck hard enough that I know he’ll leave a mark. “Chase what you need. Come forme.”

He thrusts in again, and I start to shake.

Erupt.

I might have never had a real orgasm before in my life because what shudders through me is an explosion. Flutters from my core to my toes.

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