Page 82 of Reckless Impulse

“Fuck, baby, get these off,” he says, pulling at my shorts.

I grind into him, and that’s when it hits me. “Shit, my period came on this afternoon while you were gone.”

I move to my knees in front of him, but he stops me. “Did you forget who you are talking to? If you don’t care, I sure as shit don’t.” He shrugs and pulls me back to my feet. “Shower,” he commands before leading me back inside the house.

I swipe the monitor off the table on our way inside.

Eli takes it from me, setting it up in the bedroom and giving me a minute of privacy in the bathroom first.

He steps into the shower behind me a few minutes later, smacking me on the ass.

“You are so sexy and so fucking mine.”

I smirk over my shoulder at him, wiggling my ass in his direction. He brings his body flush to mine, pushing me against the tile shower wall with his hard cock against my ass and his hand gripping my hips.

He moves his lips closer to my ear that isn’t sitting against the tile. “There’s always this ass,” he whispers as he grinds into me, “if you aren’t comfortable with the other.”

I shake my head.

“Tell me what you want, Q… is that greedy pussy thirsting for more?” he hisses, sliding a finger inside me.

I clench around his finger in response. “Greedy indeed,” he groans out. Finding my G-spot with his middle finger, the heel of his hand rubs circles into my clit. Over and over again… I’m already so close to coming.

“Oh my… fuck, E. Yes, ye…” He pulls his fingers out right as I’m about to come. I look at him, confused, as he shifts me over to the shower bench.

“Sorry, baby, tonight my cock is greedy too… and he wants all your cum.” I didn’t think I could be any more turned on than I already am, but his filthy mouth always does me in.

He sits down on the bench. “Ride me, Queenie. I want to see your face while you take my dick.”

Gasping out as I lower myself onto him, the fullness gives me the relief I’m craving.

I bounce up and down on his rock-hard length, so close to the edge already, and loving the mesmerized look in his eyes as he never takes his eyes off mine.

“I can’t believe how mine you are, how mine you’ve always been,” he groans out, moving his hips upward and meeting my thrust.

“So deep,” I moan, wanting him to keep going. Knowing I’m about to lose control, I place my hands on his shoulders, anticipating the need for support. As my spine starts to tingle, Eli moves his hand to lightly grip the front of my neck, and the possessive move pushes me over the cliff.

Falling… falling, but it feels so good I don’t want it to stop.

“Fuck yes, Q… I feel you all over me,” he moans, continuing to thrust into me as I ride out the high.

Eli picks me up, using the tile wall for support as he fucks me. I take a second to focus on him… his strong-muscular arms holding me, his handsome face stricken with pure pleasure, his sculpted abs flexing with every movement. He’s so beautiful, it's unreal… and he’s all mine.

His thumb starts to rub circles on my clit. “Come with me… one more time, greedy girl.”

When he throws his head back in pleasure, and I see him fight to keep his eyes on me as he releases deep inside, that’s all it takes to send me back over that edge. Both of us falling into the abyss of ecstasy.

When I come down from my sex-induced haze, I hear a little whimper coming from the bedroom.

“Oh no,” I say, immediately moving around Eli and out of the shower to my towel.

“She’s probably terrified. How long has she been crying for us?” I say in a panic.

Eli passes me one of the plush robes that arrived a few days ago after I kept raving about how soft the ones at the local spa were.

“Baby, she’s fine. If she had been crying long, it would be a loud wail at this point.”

I nod, calming down slightly. The thought of either of them crying for us and neither of us being there to soothe them gives me an overwhelming sense of guilt.

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