Page 92 of Reckless Devotion

I swirl my tongue around it, and he pulses in my hand with a soft grunt. My thighs squeeze, desperately seeking some friction. I pull his length free, dipping my gaze to marvel at the sheer size of it. I should be used to it by now, but it still makes me question how the hell it all fits.

A wet pop splits the air as I release his thumb and flick my tongue up the underside of his broad crown instead. Hot flashes of red crest high cheekbones as his mouth falls open on a harsh groan.

“And what is it you need, Wolfie?” I kiss the very tip, and watch it bob in front of me.

“I need you, Pepper. I need everything about you from that perfect mouth of yours, to your pretty little pussy. I need those sexy little sounds you make, and the way your juices drip all over me when you come for the fifth time.”

My heart gallops, adrenaline and desire zipping through my bloodstream like hot lead.This man’s fucking mouth.

“Now spit on this dick, open those plump lips, and take it,” he orders, using both of his hands to gather up my hair to the back of my head, thick muscle flexing in his arms and chest.

I whimper, pooling spit into my mouth and obeying his wish, using my hands to spread it all over his length.

He flexes his hips into my hands a little, right before I close my mouth around the tip of his dick and swirl my tongue around the width of him. He hisses, letting out a small curse and gripping my hair tighter as he slides in further.

“That’s it, baby, so fucking good. Reach down and touch yourself.”

I leap to it, leaving one hand cupping his base and the other slipping between my thighs. Holy hell, I can feel my own wetness through my jeans.

“Imagine it’s my hand there.”

I do as he wishes, bobbing my head down on his cock as I press against that sweet knot of pressure between my thighs, a soft moan muffled around him.

“My sweet girl,” he growls, taking control of our rhythm a bit more, pressing himself closer to the back of my throat in a perfect give and take that has my pussy throbbing with need.

Something deep inside me loves feeling like he’s using me for his own pleasure, however fucked-up that is.

My eyes flash open as he withdraws from my mouth, a string of saliva still connecting him to my lips. He smirks down at me, his face tight with restrained control.

“Touch yourself properly, baby. I want to watch you make that needy little pussy drip down your fingers while I fuck this pretty mouth.”

He tilts my head to the side, his molten gaze taking in every inch of my face as I unbutton my jeans and slip my fingers down to my soaked panties, seeking out the warmth there. Keeping his grip in my hair in one hand, he drags the back of his knuckles down my angled jaw with the other. His eyes light up the moment I reach my destination, and a soft gasp graces my tongue.

He guides himself back into my mouth and groans, his breath starting to come as a labored pant. “I’m going to help you take me, okay?”

I nod, feeling my throat start to close up around him as if on cue, eyes smarting. He’s just so damnbig.

“Keep touching yourself.” He withdraws again with a soft grunt. “I want you to breathe through your nose when I pull back, baby. And if it gets too much, tap my thigh twice, okay?”

“Okay,” I rasp, which morphs into a moan as I swipe my fingers over my clit and send sparks racing up my spine.

“Good, Pepper. Keep touching yourself just like that.” He angles my face again and presses into me, closer to the back of my throat than he’s been before, and I close my eyes and focus on relaxing to allow him entrance.

He slides an inch deeper and a soft torrent of curses reaches me from above when I gag softly. We continue this way, me diligently breathing in through my nose as he pulls back, and welcoming him as he thrusts back in, my body becoming adjusted to the intrusion, each movement earning soft words of encouragement or growled curses from the man towering over me. Each swipe of my fingers increases the ache to have that wet space inside me filled, and I try to reach it with my fingers, but my jeans are too restrictive. I whimper when the tip of his cock breaches my throat.

“Oh fuck, Pepper, that’s my good girl, swallow for me.” His pants are harsh rips from a heaving, muscular chest.

I swallow, feeling my throat muscles squeeze around him, and earning myself another tortured groan. Excitement licks every nerve ending, my body threatening to barrel toward my release without him even touching me.

He must sense it, he must see it as he draws back and I gasp in air. “My eager girl, what do you want, Peppercorn?”

“You!” I squirm on my knees, trying again and failing to fill myself with my fingers.

He drags a thumb across my chin, gathering up the saliva that spills there with a reverent type of awe splashed across harsh features. “What do you want me to do?”

I blurt out the first thing I can think of. “I want you to use my mouth and come down my throat.”

His pupils blow, that carefully curated restraint he wears falling away as his jaw snaps shut and grinds together. Heat prickles over my skin as he crowds my space in a flash, one large hand curling around my throat and the other still tangled in the back of my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, angling me just how he wants me.