Page 71 of Reckless

Aren’t the best things in life about taking chances? At least that’s how I used to feel when I was younger. It’s not fair to deny Ethan my full heart because I’ve made mistakes in the past. Carpe the fucking diem and all that,right?

I’m doing this,I decide.I’m all in.Because I don’t want to look back on my life and realize I screwed this up or lost out on a great man because I was too chickenshit totry.

His hot breath is in my ear when I pull his body closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, his sizable erection thumping against mystomach.

We slide together, and the moment our mouths connect again, we both groan. Those rough hands move down to my ass. Stroke along my thighs. Squeeze mybreasts.

“You sure about this, baby?” he asks between deep, druggingkisses.

I’m over my internal crisis. Everything in me is slanted toward him like a field of wheat pointed toward the sun. “Fuck,yes.”

I grip his wet hair and hold his mouth to mine, which gets me another groan rumbling from hischest.

A moment later, and my back is against the wall. Wedged against the corner, where he picks me up by the back of my legs like I weigh nothing and settles me on his thick thighs so that my core is nestled perfectly against hiserection.

We both look down at how he spears my flesh, the sight obscenelybeautiful.

My thighs tighten and I try to move, but he won’t let me. For a second, his rough hands merely smooth over me, over my back and breasts and stomach until I’m a writhing mess. Slick and swollen and ready for him to fillme.

He doesn’t though. Notyet.

My heart is a heavy beat between my legs when he slides his wide cock against my skin. Quick jolts surge though me as his thick crown notches against my clit. Over and over and overagain.

“You feel so good. So wet,” he murmurs against me. His shoulders and neck and forearms pull taut from holding me. From holding back and working meover.

I’m wordless. A free-fall of want and need and drive tofinish.

My head falls back—mouth open, breath caught—as every part of me tenses, but then he’s sucking on my neck. Licking behind my ear. Biting myshoulder.

Unintelligible words fall from my lips, but they’re all a mixture of how good he makes me feel and how close I am and dear God, don’tstop.

But when his mouth closes around my nipple, I come apart, flailing. Flying. Shocking jolts of pleasure shuddering up mybody.

I’m wrapped around him with my face pressed to his neck, panting and shivering with the euphoric surge of thatorgasm.

Though he’s pressing sweet, soothing kisses to my shoulder as though we have all the time in the world to love and fuck, he’s still very hard and very thick between mylegs.

The thought of that urges me out of my stupor and down to my knees. Because now it’s his turn to fallapart.

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Ethan

My gorgeous mermaidslides down to her knees, the sight of which jerks my cock inanticipation.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks softly as she wraps her slender hand around my length and kisses thetip.

I watch her pink tongue dart out to taste me, to lick off the bead of cum weeping out ofme.

Breathe.

Don’t blow all over her prettyface.

That would berude.

And anti-climactic.

Her eyes shift up, and I remember she asked a question. “Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Ido.”

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