Page 71 of Reckless Rebel

I lean up on my elbows as he makes his way towards me, and when he sees my eyes tracking his movement he slows down, stopping to push his boxers to the floor, before resuming his route to me again. His dick is long and thick, jutting out from his body, the tip glistening, I feel my mouth water and the thought of dropping to my knees and taking him down my throat.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby, I’m already crossing the line.” His words are flirty yet dangerous because we both know how true they are.

He uses his teeth to rip open the packet of one of the condoms, tossing the others on the floor beside the bed, before he opens it out and slowly rolls it down his significant length. It takes everything in me to keep my ass rooted to the bed and not pounce on him in anticipation.

When he steps between my thighs this time, his hands dip down to grip my hips and then he is lifting me, wrapping me around him until he can move to sit on the center of the bed with his back raised against the headboard. He places me over his thighs and grins recklessly.

“Put that pussy on my cock.” He holds himself by the base and looks at me with defiant eyes like he is ready for me to shy away from him.

I don’t. I rise up until he is aligned at my entrance and then I slowly sink down onto his cock in the same way I do my vibrators. We groan in unison at the feeling of us coming together, and his hands snap to my waist as he holds me down on him. “Fuck, Red, give me a second before I embarrass myself,” he spits out through gritted teeth, and I can’t help but laugh at him.

He takes a deep breath and then loosens his grip allowing me to slowly rise and come back down, another groan slipping free. He feels sensational, nothing like the toys I use on myself, and especially nothing like Rick. His cock is large and thick, filling me up completely, and I feel the burn of him stretching me out as I continue to slowly ride him.

When I start to gain a little more confidence in this position and his reactions, I pick up the pace a little and he grunts, “Faster.”

I slam down onto him harder and quickly move back up, repeating the motion with a roll of my hips. “Like this?” It’s not like I’m sure what I am doing so I will gladly take his directions.

When I do it again he sits up to take my lips with his, “Fuck yes, baby, just like that, good girl.”

I preen under his praise, desperate to hear more and I start a rhythmic dance on his dick, rising and falling to an invisible beat our bodies are making with just my soft moans and his grunted groans to spur me on. I arch my back in the same way I did when we were out on the deck last night and the movement presses my clit right against his groin when I take him fully inside me. Every time I slam down onto his cock I feel myself getting closer to release. His tongue continues to fuck my mouth and when I slam down one more time the pleasure building inside of me bursts.

He groans into my mouth, “That’s it, baby, come for me.” My body shakes above his as my release takes over, and his hands grip my hips as my movements falter and he continues to fuck me from below. With every decadent delivery of his commands my body becomes his slave. Following his orders like he has control over me, and he does. I can't imagine a single thing I wouldn't do for him at this moment. I feel him everywhere. My mouth, my skin, my body, my soul. Creating a wreckage of pleasure I know I'll feel forever.

I’m breathless as my orgasm leaves me but Jace is relentless, he doesn’t stop, he flips us over, slamming my back to the mattress and spreading my legs wide, surprised by how far they actually go. He grunts his appreciation and then starts fucking me hard, snapping his hips against mine and I can do nothing but take it. I knew sex could be good with the right person, but I never knew it could be like this. That the pleasure could take over your entire body until you feel nothing else.

In this moment I am his and he is mine, consequences be damned, and for the first time in my life I don’t care about tomorrow. The only thing that matters right now is him, and I am so far gone for him that I don’t think I will ever recover.

35

Jace

Riley’s pussy should be fucking worshipped in church, praised in museums, studied at fucking NASA, because I am sure as shit that nothing in the history of the world has ever felt this good. My cock sinks inside of her and she clenches around it every time, like she is trying to suck me deeper inside of her and keep me there forever. Something I would willingly accept.

I have fucked so many girls in so many different ways, but not once have I ever felt this way with them. I feel the sweat dripping down my back and the tingle at the bottom of my spine that tells me I am ready to come, but still I hold back, desperate to stay inside of her for as long as possible. I don’t deserve the pleasure she is giving me, but I’ll be damned if I am going to turn it down, she was made for me I’m sure of it. I know this is more than I thought it was, it’s more than lust and sex, it’s everything I want, but can’t have, yet here I am trying to take it anyway.

“Jace,” she moans my name like a plea, and I swear I could listen to her say my name like that for the rest of my life.

I pick up the pace, fucking her even harder and she takes every inch of me without complaint. So fucking perfect. “You take my cock so fucking good, baby, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, god yes,” she purrs and fuck every sound she makes has me racing towards my release.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me cover this pretty pussy with my come?” I’m not usually territorial, never needed to be, but the thought of covering Riley with my come makes me feel feral with the need to claim her as mine.

She doesn’t respond, not with words anyway, instead she reaches up and drags my mouth down to hers, kissing me breathless as I continue to pound into her. Her moans captured between my lips as I feel her pussy tightening around me once more. She rolls her hips beneath me trying to reach the angle for her orgasm, but when she can’t seem to find it, she pulls back and slips her hand between us to get herself off.

“Fuck that should not be so hot,” I pant out, as I watch her furiously swipe at her clit until she begins shaking out another orgasm.

A scream tears from her throat, but I slam my hand across her mouth to muffle it, as I thrust into her one last time, before I am pulling out, ripping off the condom, and jerking myself until I am coming on her stomach and down onto her pussy with a long groan. I collapse on top of her once I am done, not caring about the mess between us as I struggle to catch my breath.

That was unreal. I never knew it could feel so different with someone who means more than just being a random fuck. No wonder Marcus stopped fucking around with chicks the second Elle came on the scene, and no wonder they are constantly sneaking off to fuck one another if this is what it can feel like.

I raise my head to look at Riley and feel pride at how sleepy and spent she looks, but a shy smile crosses her face when she notices me staring, “That was…” she pauses, searching for a word to say. “I don’t even know what that was,” she laughs, which quickly turns into a full on giggling fit and I can’t help but laugh with her.

“Are you trying to wound my ego by laughing at me, Riles?” My mockery only makes her laugh harder until she can barely breathe.

“Oh please, like anything could cause you to take a hit to that giant ego of yours.” She rolls her eyes playfully and never has she looked more beautiful. Freshly fucked and smiling against my sheets. If only I could keep her here forever.

I jump up and head into the bathroom to fetch a warm cloth to clean us both up, and when I return I find her in the exact same position, too tired to even move. I laugh as I drag the cloth across her skin and clean myself off her, mentally locking the sight of my come against her skin in my brain for later. I dump the cloth back in the bathroom and then head back to bed, turning off the lamp in the corner.

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