Reckless Hands (Joey and Adora Duet #1) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Joey and Adora Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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And I go faster.

His fingers slide down until he’s at my entrance, and I start grinding on his hand. I can feel his cock at my back getting harder with every movement of my hips. I want to stop driving. I want to stop so badly, but he keeps on telling me to go faster.

So that’s what I do.

Obey.

Listen.

Learn.

He frees my other breast and pinches the nipple before he rolls it between his fingers as well.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Stop,” he orders.

My hands instantly release, and the jet ski slows to a stop.

I can’t help myself. Suddenly, I’m not afraid that we’re out in the ocean. I throw my leg over the seat and turn myself around, my body ignited absolutely everywhere as I reach for his cock and free it from his swim trunks. He pushes my hand away as soon as his cock his free, and I grip his shoulders, and he ever so slowly pulls me down. His eyes look haunted as I grip him.

I want to sink onto him, need to, but he doesn’t let me. Gripping me tightly, so he has all the power until I am fully on him, a smug look sits on his face, but I am too needy to question it or care. He scoots forward, his hands disappearing from my body.

I hear the sound of the jet ski’s engine, barely, but my hips are already moving. His mouth grabs hold of my nipple, and he sucks it before he does the same to the other. “Hold on.” My hands grip around his neck, clinging to him as close as possible, our bodies almost one, mine slowly moving up and down just enough to feel the friction as we take off again. He bites my shoulder as I fuck him, never once stopping even though we’re in full view of anyone we might pass.

Our joining is powerful.

The wind is whipping through my hair, and I’m trapped between him and the handlebars, not able to go anywhere as he steers us.

“Fuck,” I scream as I start to feel the build-up.

“Who is Scott?” he asks, but his voice sounds so far away with my heart beating so loudly in my ears.

“My father’s acquaintance,” I answer on a moan.

“What does he want with you?”

Oh my God. Oh my God.

I can’t stop. I can’t. This…

… is the best sex of my life.

How is that possible with someone you don’t like?

His mouth finds my neck, and he sucks before he kisses it, never once slowing down as he drives.

“Adora.”

“Hmm…”

“What does he want with you?”

“He wants me,” I manage to say.

“Do you want him?”

“No.”

The jet ski stops, but my hips do not.

“Do you want me, Adora?” He kisses my neck again, lavishing my most sensitive spot.

“Fuck, yes.”

Joey’s hand slides down my body to my ass, and he inserts a finger, ripping a scream from me as I come. “That’s a good girl,” he praises, removing his hand and gripping my hips and rocking them himself. I’m spent but, clearly, he is not. He keeps fucking me until he finds his own release, biting me again when he does.

I’m going to be covered in bruises, and I’m not sure I want to complain about it.

“That was...”

He starts to fix my top, covering my breasts back up, then pushes me up so his cock leaves me. He tucks himself back in and adjusts my bottoms, then turns me back around as if I am a toy.

“Drive us back.” He doesn’t sound cold, more demanding. I would think he was mad, but when his hands stroke my skin, I know he isn’t. His mouth lands on my upper back and leaves little kisses all over it.

When we get back to shore, he lifts me and helps me off like he would a child. When the man from the jet ski rental company comes down to meet us, his eyes go to my neck, and I pull my hair free to cover it. Joey just smirks before he reaches for me, and we leave.

“You want to keep the footage?” the guy asks avoiding eye contact with me.

What? My eyes go wide as I look back at Joey.

The bastard smirks.

“You didn’t see the camera?”

“Camera?” I ask.

The guy nods, and his cheeks blush.

“Yes, I’ll take it. And make sure any copies are destroyed. Otherwise, I may very well come back and kill you.” I watch as the guy takes a deep breath and swallows before he hands over a flash drive with shaky hands. When he walks off, I look at Joey.

“Want to watch yourself come?”

“No.”

“Why? I think I may very well put it on repeat. Best thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

“Destroy it,” I tell him, walking off as he slides it into his pocket.

“If you say so, wife.”

TWENTY-FIVE

JOEY

It seems the way to make her talk is to make her come. Which I definitely don’t have an issue with. I will gladly make her come any chance I get.


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