Page 69 of Reckless Devotion

“Can I get that in writing?” The words tumble out of my mouth without thought as I begin to move, slowly at first.

She lets out a little huff, and her eyes flash open as she yanks me in close, demanding without words that I shut up—and I am more than happy to comply. My hips surge forward, feeling myself hit the end of her. She cries out, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Her pussy tightens around me, locking me into a death grip that steals my breath as I pull back and give her another, desperately wrestling with my self-control.

“That’s it, baby, let go. Give me everything you have.” I growl, pumping my hips into her in rapid fire as her muscles clench and her back arches off the bed.

Her eyes scrunch shut, a fierce cry ripping from her lips as she digs her fingernails into my skin. I watch in awe as she shatters beneath me, her perfect pussy attempting to milk me of my orgasm. It’s nothing short of a miracle that I hold off, giving her what she needs to have her writhing and cursing, sweat gathering in the dip of my spine.

Her legs begin to shake, her breaths coming in little gasps as she comes down from her high, and I ease off a little to give her something new. A rolling flex of my hips that pinpoints the exact spot inside I know will have her primed to come again.

“Oh god!”She squirms, dragging her nails down my back.

“Nope, just me, baby.”

I reach down to steal another taste of her lips as we fall into a perfect rhythm of give and take. Her sharp little cries and my deep grunts, tongues battling, hands roaming, skin slick,both of us wholly in sync as we climb to new heights. Molten lava curls around the base of my spine as the pressure builds.

Feeling the end of my control fray and needing her to catch up fast, I drag a pillow from above her head and wedge it beneath her thighs, kneeling up and sinking myself into her to find a deeper angle.

She lets a garbled stream of curse words that ends in something that sounds like, “ohmyfuckinggod,” and masculine pride swells in my chest.

“See how perfect you are, being fucked by my fat cock?” I snake one hand around the back of her neck and force her to look as I thrust back in. We groan in unison as her wetness spills out and glistens on my shaft when I withdraw. “I want you to come all over me, baby. There you go, you’re almost there.”

I splay my free hand across her naval, using my palm to apply pressure just above her pubic bone. Her body tenses immediately, a sharp cry bouncing off the boathouse walls as I thrust into her like a deranged man, feeling every muscle in her body go taught beneath me as she lets out another desperate yell. She clamps down on me like a vise, and I realize I’m about to lose my battle.

“Fuck, Pepper!” I shout, grabbing hold of her hips and pistoning into her with everything I have, sweat sliding down my neck.

She lets out a torrent of garbled shouts, her beautiful features scrunched up with pleasure and her hands leaping above her head to fist in the sheets. I can’t do anything but stare as I feel myself swell inside her, so much I can barely draw back or move.

“Chase!” Her scream turns silent after a second, mouth open and eyes slamming shut as she flings her head back into the bedsheets and writhes so hard I almost lose my grip.

“Perfection,” I whisper in awe as she begins to pulse around me, toppling off the edge into an orgasm that sweeps me away with her.

Visceral pleasure so sharp it snatches all five of my senses pools in my belly and I drive myself into her as deep as I can, feeling myself jerk and pulse as I spill myself into her.

I groan, gathering her up tight and flexing my hips as we both weather the storm, burying my face into her neck as we slowly begin to descend. We stay there for long minutes, neither one of us able to speak.

That was…insanely good. The kind of good that feels dangerous.

Her body shakes in my arms, her breathing ragged and her eyes glassy when I raise my head to look at her. Placing my forehead on hers, Ikiss her as slowly and as tenderly as I can manage around my own tapering breaths.

“Are you okay?” We share the same air for a moment, her grip on my shoulders becoming soft.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she whispers back, trailing her fingers up into my hair. “That was…”

“I know,” I rasp, sweeping my gaze over her flushed features. I take her in—swollen lips, and a deep satisfaction painted into her expression.Beautiful,is all I can think as I soak her in. Utterly and devastatingly beautiful.

I am not the same as my friends. I don’t need someone else to point out to me when a woman comes along that is different.

And Pepper Quinn? She’s as different as it gets.

***

“You like her, don’t you?”

My head whips around to see a smug Sunny standing behind my sun lounger, arms folded and a knowing look scrawled over her face.

The corner of my mouth twitches up and I turn my attention back to the woman in the pool, her arms outstretched to a grouchy Mr. Clay as she urges him to walk through the water faster. Now that we have the place to ourselves, she’s on a mission to rehabilitate his hip, but part of me thinks she might be avoiding me.