Page 81 of Reckless Devotion

“Just tell me if you know him. Jeremy Rénir. Preppy guy, brown hair.”

“Never heard of him,” I answer truthfully as Pepper places her plump lips on me in a wet, teasing kiss. “Gottagobye.”

I slam down the phone and stare in awe as she draws me into her mouth, her high cheekbones flush with color.

“My perfect girl,” I groan, threading my hand into her hair and gathering it away from her face. Tingles lick and snap at the base of my spine, building with each bob of her mouth. “My filthy, fucking perfect girl.”

I let her control the rhythm, marveling at the wet slide as she pulls back and runs her tongue along the vein that threads along my underside and then takes me back into her mouth. She pauses occasionally to lick up and down my shaft, all the while her hands work the same rhythm at the base of me.

My breath comes in choppy, every muscle in my torso stretched tight as the pressure builds. She lets out a little moan,squirming on her knees, and it’s all I need to lose control. I pull away from her, a soft popping noise from her lips as I become free of her, scooping her up off the floor and into my arms.

“I’m not risking anyone walking in here and seeing you.” I claim her lips as I carry her across the room and into the hidden bathroom in one corner. “I need you, right fucking now,” I growl into her mouth, pulling a soft moan from hers and her hands roam my back, nails snagging on my suit jacket.

Kicking the door shut behind us, I use one hand to flick the lock shut and drop her back down to her feet in front of me. I spin her in place so that she can watch me in the large mirror covering the wall behind the sink while I unhook her dungarees and peel the denim away from her body, having her step out of them so it leaves her in nothing but delicate lace pink panties and her T-shirt. I quickly shed my own clothing, definitely losing a button or two in the process, but fuck if I care.

Her cheeks flush a deep copper and her breathing tears from her in harsh pants. I’m in no better condition myself, my dick throbbing angrily between us, every part of me desperate to sink into her. The peaks of her nipples poke through her top, and I reach around to palm her soft, full breasts. She tips her head back onto my chest and moans, her hand reaching around to squeeze me. My hips buck softly into her touch, straining to be close.

“Please,” she gasps as I pluck her nipple through her shirt and trace a soft circle around it.

“Please what?” I ask in a low voice, excitement coursing through my veins as I lift her shirt up and over her head, forcing her to break her hold on me.

The way this woman looks at me, naked and wanting, once I throw the shirt to the floor makes me feel like I could wrestle a bear and win, or something else really fucking stupid and macho. It’s all I can do not to beat my chest in victory at thedesperate need carved into every beautiful feature as our gazes twine in the mirror.

“Fuck me,” she orders, that fire I know and love so well roaring to life in her umber eyes.

I chuckle, snaking my arm around her and drawing her tight to my body, her heaving breasts grazing my forearm. “Such a bossy little thing, Miss Quinn,” I rumble in her ear, sending a noticeable shiver down her spine and goosebumps erupting over rich ochre skin, her nipples puckered into perfect little buds.

“I’m not a patient woman, Chase,” she warns, tipping her chin at me.

I offer her a slow smirk, collecting her hands in mine and bracing them palms down onto the counter. “Well you’re going to have to learn to be, baby.” I leave one of my hands capping hers, and use the other to trail a slow path up the back of her thigh, feeling the evidence of how turned on she is before I even reach the slick nub at her center.

She jolts and lets out a soft cry, her body stiffening.

“Because I control this body.” I swipe two fingers in acircle, right where she wants it. “And I control when you come.” Another swipe, quicker this time.

She trembles against me, her lower lip clamped between little white teeth to prevent herself from crying out. I dip my head and graze my lips across her heated skin, skimming along her shoulder and to her neck, taking in the sweet scent of her and sucking the spot she likes. “Tell me,” I growl there.

“You control my body,” she replies in a soft gasp, right as I swipe my fingers over her again, this time drawing back to tease her soaking entrance and then back again. “You control when I come.” This part comes out in a defeated groan, her chin dipping toward her chest as she pants.

“Good girl.” Warmth floods my chest and I slip two fingers into her in reward, knowing from the slick mess that covers my hand that she’s more than ready.

Her hips jolt, a sharp cry ripping from her as her weight falls onto her hands, her eyes screwed shut. My dick throbs, this game I’m playing as much torture for me as it is her.

“Open your eyes,” I order as I remove my fingers from her warmth, and trail them around to her front, tracing a wet line up her fluttering stomach to her chest.

Her eyes flash to mine, dark and heated.

“You’re going to taste how sweet you are.” I give her a moment to object, but instead she groans and sticks out her tongue like the filthy little woman that she is, as into it as I am. I drag my fingers across her tongue. “Suck them for me, baby.”

She obliges, giving me my own personal show as she licks and sucks at my fingers eagerly in the exact same treatment she gave my dick, moaning softly. Blood roars in my ears, and I know I’m reaching the end of my control.

“Now turn around so I can fuck you the way you deserve.”

The color that paints her face splashes onto her chest, her pupils blowing wide as her chest heaves. “No.” She shakes her head once, meeting my gaze.

I tilt my head a fraction, searching for an explanation in her expression and finding none.

“Like this,” she pants, her body trembling beneath mine. “From behind.”