Page 133 of Pure Recklessness

I quickly spread my legs and he dropped to his knees in front of me.

Before I even had the chance to prepare myself, he’d ripped off my underwear and buried his head between my thighs.

‘Oh God!’ My hips jerked up and I bucked against his face, as his tongue lapped at my clit.

‘Mmmm,’ he moaned, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. ‘Fucking delicious.’

When he went down on me the first time in the office, he’d done it with enthusiasm. But tonight was even more intense.

He wasn’t joking when he said he was hungry. Blake was greedily licking and sucking my clit like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

The second he slid his thick fingers inside me, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I arched my back and gripped his head, pushing him deeper.

Blake did some twisty thing with his fingers whilst he continued circling my clit and I nearly lost my mind.

‘Oh Jesus! Yes! More,’ I panted.

I squeezed my eyes shut. It was almost too much.

Was it possible to die from experiencing too much pleasure?

If so, I was about to leave this earth.

And what a way to go.

I forced my eyes back open. The sight of Blake’s head between my thighs, his talented tongue lavishing my clit whilst he finger-fucked me was a sight I didn’t want to miss.

Blake said he was eating me out here so that I could enjoy the views. But as spectacular as they were, I couldn’t focus on them. Not when there was something more beautiful to admire.

As I wrapped my legs around his back, Blake thrust another finger inside me, then sped up the movement of his tongue.

Game over.

‘I’m going to⁠—’

‘Not yet,’ he growled, pulling his head away then removing his fingers.

‘What are you doing?’ I pleaded.

‘You’ll come when I’m inside you. That was just to prepare you for me.’

He reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Blake’s cock was tenting in his trousers, desperate to be released.

He whipped out a condom, quickly unbuckled his belt, yanked his trousers down with his boxers, ripped the pack open then slid it onto his ginormous cock.

I would’ve offered to do it for him, but I was already a mess. I was so turned on that if he just rubbed his tip at my entrance, I’d come on the spot.

‘Out here.’ He scooped me up and carried me to the terrace.

There was a daybed that looked big enough for a foursome right in the centre. Blake laid me down.

Then he removed his shirt.

Bloody hell.

When we’d been intimate in his office, he’d kept his shirt on. In hindsight, it was a wise move. If Blake was shirtless when Heath walked in, we would’ve been in big trouble.