Page 93 of Reckless Devotion

I moan, pressing my fingers against my clit again and again as he fucks my throat with abandon, my throat closing each time into a gag as tears stream down my face.

“Oh baby, my perfect girl, look at you crying for my dick like the good girl you are.” He snarls, each snap of his hips becoming harsher, more jagged.

The words tip me over, pleasure singing across my skin as my stomach muscles lock and my teased orgasm rocks through my body, my free hand clutching at his muscled thigh as I cry out around his movements, not caring that my jaw aches or that I must be a mess.

“So beautiful.” I hear him groan as he thrusts deep into my throat, holding himself there as his cock jerks and pulses, spilling thick drops of warm cum down my throat. I force myself to swallow as the last of my orgasm rocks my body, leaving me feeling somehow just as frustrated as before. My vision swims and my head pounds, the lack of oxygen blackening the outer spots of my vision.

He pulls back with a grunt, allowing me to suck in air through my nose as he continues to empty himself onto my tongue, hot cum spilling over my lips.

When he pulls back completely, I swallow and instinctively reach my hand to try and cover the mess, but he stops me, his eyes burning pools of molten lava.

“Don’t hide yourself from me.”

I’m pulled up to stand, my legs wobbling like jelly snakes as my heart still pounds at a thousand miles per hour. He devours me with his gaze, swiftly undoing the buttons on the butter-yellow eyelet shirt I wear and flinging it away. One quick twist of expert fingers, and my bra falls away too, leaving my aching nipples begging for his attention.

“Perfect,” he whispers as he uses his thumb to gather up his cum from my chin and painting it onto my heaving breasts in long strokes. “Mine.” He gives life to the word he writes on my chest, leaving a lewd, glistening trail that feels as symbolic as a brand.

It’s base, and somehow so fucking sexy that I can hardly breathe.

“Are you so sure I’m yours to claim?” I taunt, locking into a battle with stormy eyes that wage a silent war. This feels like a dangerous game. One I can’t help but participate in.

“You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” The barely growled words send a bolt of something hot and blinding through my chest. He moves quicker than I can catalogue, grabbing my hips and placing me onto the pool table, forcing me to lean back onto my hands as he strips what remains of my clothes and his.

Long fingers curl around my wrists and soft material replaces them. My eyes flare wide as I tear them from the neat little V of muscles below his naval to see his grey tie being used to bind them together. “I’m giving you a safe word.”

“A-a safe word?”

“Yes, it’s going to be Red.”He tugs the tie tight and tests its effectiveness, flashing me a devilish look that has my pussy clench. “You say Red, and these come off immediately, understood?”

Oh, I’m in a whole lot of trouble with this man.I nod my head, clamping my lower lip between my teeth to stop myself from moaning.

He lifts them up over my head and covers me with his body, sending pool balls crashing away in every direction.

“Already?” I gasp, glancing down at his still rock-hard cock. This man is superhuman, he doesn’t even need a fucking beat like most men would.

“I can’t wait one more second to be inside you, baby.” He grunts, wasting no time in lining himself up and thrusting himself into me in one hard movement.

I cry out, my back bowing off the felt, stars flashing before my vision as my body welcomes him to the hilt with no resistance, already primed from watching him get off just minutes ago. I remain anchored in place with his grip above my head, forcing my hands to press into the pool table.

“Look at the way your body responds to me, Pepper.” His words are harsh, gravelly pants as he stares at my body, my nipples puckered and my stomach muscles tight. “It’s like you were made for me.” He punctuates his statement with a hard thrust and I cry out again, pleasure spearing through my body. “Taken from my fantasies and made real.” Another thrust, sending me soaring to new heights as my body trembles around him.

He looks like Adonis. Hard, chiseled muscle and tanned skin, muscles slicing, striations flexing, and that masculine smattering of hair across his chest. He’s every wet dream personified.

He flips my legs up so they rest on his torso, one strong arm curling around the front of my thighs. “Tell me you’re mine, Pepper.”

Another thrust, this time the angle so deep that my cry borders on a scream, my eyes rolling.

“I want to hear you say it, baby.” He straightens an inch or two, using his height to lift my hips from the pool table, and then delivers his next piston.

A garbled mixture of words escapes me in a rush, some expletives and some I don’t know what, molten pleasure licking and snapping at the base of my spine like fire-breathing dragons.

“Say it!” He snaps his hips again, sending every rational thought clean out of my head.

“I’m yours!” I scream, writhing as much as I can in my locked-down position as I’m thrown over the cliff edge.

“Atta girl.” He unleashes himself upon me, pistoning into me with such ferocity that I forget my name, social security…hell, I couldn’t tell you what fucking planet I’m on.

My orgasm tears through me with catastrophic force, stealing my vision and capturing every ounce of breath inside my lungs as I weather the storm, shattering through layer upon layer of carnal pleasure. I can hear his thick, gravelly voice, but I couldn’t tell you if he’s praising me or voicing his own pleasure. All I can focus on is the devastation he leaves behind, cracking open my chest and leaving all the broken pieces on me for display.