Page 67 of Reckless

That she demanded her pleasure was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. He kissed her mouth, drowning in her taste, hissing when she nipped his bottom lip hard enough to sting.

Her grip on his hair changed as he continued to kiss her until she went soft and a little dreamy. Soon enough though, she placed her palms on his shoulders and pushed.

Chuckling, he obeyed her command to get back to eating her pussy. Fucking into her with his tongue, groaning himself when she put one of her legs up on his shoulder and arched, stroking herself against his mouth.

He grabbed a healthy bit of her ass and held her to him to get the angle he knew would drive her higher. Harlow was greedy for her pleasure. Impatient to come as she kept a handful of his hair in her fist, holding his face to her.

She wasn’t quiet when it came to sex. Soft moans, snarls, a squeak from time to time and lots of orders to go faster or slower. Damn it, nothing else could compare to this.

Kneeling between her thighs, his mouth on her pussy as he held her in place, he was surrounded by everything Harlow. Her scent, her taste, the softness of her inner thighs against his ears and the side of his face.

He’d leave beard burn on that extra sensitive skin and instead of guilt, he’d remember at different points all day long. Smile as he thought about Harlow moving or having her clothes brush against that tender flesh and recalling just how he gave it to her.

Her clit was swollen and firm, and when he licked it she shivered over and over until her legs began to shake. He slid two fingers inside her and she fluttered all around him. His cock had already come back to life after his last climax just at her taste and the sounds she made. When he sealed his mouth around her clit and sucked over and over, she cried out and wrapped her legs around his head as she came on his mouth. He heard nothing but the rush of blood in his head and the pounding of his pulse until she went limp, and her legs slid open.

He kissed her belly and then remained on the floor, resting his cheek on her as they both caught their breath.

Harlow had to blink her eyes a few times to clear her vision after that climax roared through her system. Her limbs felt like noodles as she wiggled her toes to get the feeling back. Miles’s hair was soft and so very cool against the fingers of her left hand, still tangled in it.

He rose and she watched as he stalked, naked and gorgeous and absolutely fucking hard, into the bedroom and then out again moments later holding a condom.

Thank god.

“Awesome. I’m not sure I could have walked that far,” she managed to say as he approached.

The grin he gave her in response was wicked and it sent a chill—the good kind—down her spine.

“Do you have the energy to bend over the back of the couch?” he asked, silky and really sexy.

She managed to stand and move around.

“The shoes put you at a perfect height,” he said as she listened to the rip of the condom wrapper and the crinkle and stretch as he pulled it on.

He could have been giving a weather report and she’d still be panting, needing whatever it was he wanted to deliver. He drove her wild with the way he touched her, with the way he used a toe to spread her feet wider. The front of her body brushed against the nap of the couch fabric. Enough sensation to be nearly too much.

“My hands smell like you,” he said as he lined up at her back and bent to kiss her where her neck met her shoulder. “I love it when I fuck you before we show up at the venue so I can have you all over me.”

Wordless, she pressed back against him, wanting more.

“Shhh,” he said, kissing her again. “Patience. We’ll get there.”

She growled, hating to wait when his cock was just right there and ready to be in her. He traced through the folds of her pussy, and she squirmed, pushing back toward him.

“Just wanted to be sure you were ready,” he said.

As she was still wet after he’d gone down on her, she was quite sure she was more than ready, but it never hurt to double check.

And then, blessedly, the head of his cock bumped against her, sliding slowly into her pussy as she breathed through it, stretching around him as he got all the way to the root and paused as they both got some control.

“Nothing on earth feels this good. In you so deep, with your pussy so tight around me, so hot I’m scalded through the damned latex. Mmmm, perfect. I never want to leave.”

When he withdrew a little, the bead on his piercing stroked over all her best, sensitive spots deep inside, sending little arcs of pleasure pinging through her system.

She closed her eyes as she rested her cheek against the couch, holding on and bracing as he began to fuck her. First it was slow and so, so deep. The rhythm of it hypnotic. He petted his palms down her back and over her hips, gripping there as he sped slightly and made shorter digs of movement that seemed to spark up all the nerve endings inside her.

“More,” she wheezed.

He shifted a little, bending over her body a little more and it changed the angle slightly. Her eyelids flew open as she realized she was on her way to climaxing again. Twice in such a short period wasn’t usually this easy.

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