Page 74 of The Brave and the Reckless

“Yeah? If we were alone at your ranch, I’d let you come all over me.”

“Shit. Get back here before I lose it,” I groaned and directed her head back into position. This time her mouth parted readily. I sank my hands knuckle-deep into her hair, messing up the perfect ponytail, and pulled her against me at the same time as my hips snapped forward.

Esra squeezed my balls in the exact moment I hit the back of her throat.

Heat rushed over me.

My muscles spasmed.

I fired my release down her throat in hot pulses. She kept kneading my balls, working shot after shot of cum from me as the orgasm rocked through my body. I grabbed at her, leaned into her, reveled in her warmth. My vision was swimming, my senses shutting down, until I could only feel her. She was everywhere. In my veins. In my lungs. Behind closed lids.

I was still trembling and gasping for air when she leaned back.

The ruined mess of her ponytail, the smudged mascara around her eyes and the pink swelling of her lips were blatant signs of what we’d just done, but it was the specks of my release that still clung to her skin that elicited another groan from my chest. All mine.

“Are you okay?” she asked. She wiped her fingers over the wetness on her face and brought them to her lips to suck it off.

I laughed, because she was still being unreal. She’d just swallowed what felt like the biggest cum shot of my life, was licking the rest of it off her face, and she was askingmeif I was okay.

“I’ve just been to heaven and back. I’m more than okay.”

“Good.” She beamed and wiggled her shoulders in a happy little dance. I had no idea how she switched from being the hottest combination of all my fantasies to being the cutest little thing in a matter of seconds. But it shot a bolt of lightning right through my chest.

“Come here,” I huffed and helped her back to her feet. One hand wrapped around the back of her neck, I used the other to slide the cherry red scrunchy from her hair. I pulled it over my wrist instead.

Esra smiled up at me, watching intently while I fixed her hair. Couldn’t let her walk out of here looking all roughed up. Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips I couldn’t do anything about, but I also swiped my thumbs along the underside of her eyes, catching some of her mascara.

She just kept those warm brown eyes on me, all big and shiny.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered as I tucked the last pieces of hair into place behind her ears.

“Like what?”

“Like I hung the moon or something when I just fucked your face.”

Esra giggled. “You’re doing my hair.”

“Yeah. I’m the one who messed it up. It’s my job to fix it.”

She shook her head at me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders again, curving her body into mine. “You’re so earnest. When it doesn’t drive me up the wall, it’s actually incredibly sweet.”

“Who’s sweet on who now?” The words were out before I could stop them but, unlike me, Esra didn’t seem to panic.

She stole a quick kiss from my lips and grinned. “Selective hearing much? I also said you’re driving me up the wall. But fixing my hair is very sweet.”

“I chose to focus on the positives.”

“Ooh, a gentlemanandan optimist. I like that.” She brushed her nose against mine before she stepped back and took my hand. “Come on. I need food and a cold shower.”

If she kept telling me how much she liked all those things about me, liked my home, liked the way I touched her, liked the sounds I made… I’d have to start believing her.

Neither of us brought up what this was or how we might feel again on the way home. It wasn’t like we were going on dates or holding hands in public.Weonly existed in the moments we were alone.

Vivi may have accused me of becoming a hermit before, but I’d never wanted to be more reclusive than now, just to get more alone time with Esra.

Chapter Twenty

Now/Here by Adriana Banks– 03:21

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