Page 122 of His Reckless Freshman

“Yes!” Her cries are loud and unrestrained, and if the guys were home, they’d definitely know I had a girl up here.

Yeah, it’s time. It’s definitely time.

“Can we try something?” Jolie asks, her voice still breathy as she recovers from her high.

I pop my eyes open. “What, baby?”

“I want to try sitting on you, but I’m not really sure if I’ll like it, but I want to try it just in case I do… or you do… or⁠—”

“We do,” I finish for her, rolling onto my back. “We both have to like it, okay?” She bites her lip, and I softly assure her, “It’s okay if you don’t.”

She nods, still looking nervous as she reaches into my drawer and pulls out a condom.

I roll it on and then nestle her over my body, gently talking her through this and making sure she’s lined up before letting her sink onto me.

Fuuuuuck, it feels good, but I try to keep that thought to myself, just in case she’s not loving this.

Resting my hands on her hips, I guide her into a smooth rhythm, and she’s soon palming my chest and riding me with soft pants and moans.

“Is this okay?” she manages to whisper.

“More than.” I squeeze her hips. “You feel so good, baby.”

I love calling her that. I love that I’m allowed to now.

Sweet endearments keep popping out of my mouth as I test out pet names, but I keep coming back to “baby.” My mom is kind of obsessed with Elton John, and he’s got this song with a line about “baby’s got blue eyes” or something, and the riff is playing on repeat in my mind as I watch my woman ride me.

My baby’s got gray eyes, and they are so fucking beautiful.

Her glowing gaze hits me with a loved-up look, and I grip her hips a little tighter, basking in her light, losing all sense of time and reality as she works my cock into a frenzy.

Reaching for her boobs, I lightly cup them, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples until she’s panting again.

“Ben,” she breathes, her fingers curling into my chest as she slides a little lower, taking my full length inside her.

I’m starting to lose it. Her sweet pussy is undoing me, each stroke another step toward complete release.

An unchecked groan rises up my throat, and I squeeze her boobs before dropping my hands back to her hips and digging my fingers into her soft skin.

“Baby,” I moan, guiding her to pump a little faster.

She goes with me, her boobs bouncing when she picks up the pace, and I’m lost, I’m gone, I’m⁠—

“Ahhh.” My cry is strangled as that white fire takes me out and I lift my hips, thrusting into her.

She sinks down onto me at the same time, a soft gasp coming out of her as I explode, every nerve ending fried.

Holy shit, this woman is amazing.

Grabbing her arms, I pull her down on top of me, cupping the back of her head and holding her close while my heart thunders, pounding throughout my body.

Pressing her lips against my neck, she squeezes her thighs on either side of me, then playfully teases, “I think you liked it.”

I laugh, skimming my fingers down her back. “Yeah, I liked it.” Resting my hands on her sweet ass, I ask, “Did you?”

She sits back up to look down at me, her lips pursing. “I think so? I mean, I’m glad we finished this way, but my back was starting to ache a little. I was about to tell you to roll me back over, but then you started coming.”

I frown, reaching for her lower back and starting to massage it. “You should have said. We could have rolled over.”