Chapter 14 #2
I hold her still as I keep a relentless, heavy rhythm, swirling my tongue around the swollen little knot until she’s crying out, losing her mind.
She’s dripping wet, soaking my lips, her thighs shaking violently against my shoulders.
Right when her breath starts coming in shallow, ragged gasps and the muscles in her lower belly lock up, I stop.
“Look at me, Riley,” I let go of her thighs, standing up to my full height while she groans, her body twitching in agonizing suspension, completely desperate.
She forces her eyes open, staring up at me from the sofa. The throbbing of my dick has become impossible to ignore and all of this is just as much of a torture for me as it is for her.
I need to bury myself in her right now.
“You don’t cum until I tell you to,” I grip my belt, sliding it free. “Do you understand?”
“Please…” She lets out a breathless moan.
“Tell me if you understand.”
“I do,” Riley nods, her eyes begging me to fuck her.
As I get rid of my pants, I watch the way her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip as she stares at the sheer size of my bulge. The fabric of my boxers is strained to its absolute limit, my length thick and fully erect, pressing hard against the cotton.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask, leaning over her to press a wet kiss on her lips.
“Mhm…” She moans. “I do.”
My lips drop back to hers and as our tongues continue dancing together, Riley’s hand reaches for the waistband of my boxers. She slides her hand over the bulge, her breath catching for a short heartbeat but long enough for me to notice.
“Tell me what you want, Riley…” I whisper as I continue to place kisses down her neck and to her collarbone.
“I want you inside me.” There is no hesitation in her voice as she speaks. “Please.”
I don’t make her wait. I pull away just enough to strip my boxers off, letting them hit the floor. Her eyes go wide, her gaze tracking the thick veins riding up the shaft of my dick. My lips form into a smile.
“Aren’t you a brave girl?” I push her knees back, crowding over her on the sofa as I position myself at her entrance.
Her whole body trembles under me and I place another kiss on her lips as I slowly start pushing myself inside. She’s incredibly tight and I freeze, my breath catching in my throat.
“Riley, you’ve never done this before?” I look down at her, our hearts hammering in sync.
She shakes her head in response, a flush creeping up her neck and her eyes searching mine like she’s terrified I’m going to stop. A dark, possessive surge hits me so hard it makes my head spin.
Mine. She’s completely and entirely mine.
The idea of being the only man to ever know her body, the only one to ever hear her make these sounds, drives me insane. But I force myself to hold back, my forearms resting on either side of her head.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice vibrating with the effort to hold still when all it would take for me to do is one motion of my hips.
“I’m sure,” she nods as if she’s scared I won’t go through with it.
“Tell me you want me, Riley,” I breathe.
“I want you,” she replies, her eyes locking onto mine with complete certainty. “I want it to be you.”
“Brave girl,” I lean down, catching her lips in a deep, slow kiss to distract her, as I press myself forward.
She lets out a sharp, muffed cry against my mouth as I break through, her body stiffening under mine. I stop immediately, burying my face in her neck, holding her tight while she adjust to my thickness.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, kissing the pulse point on her neck. “Just breathe. You’re doing so good.”
Slowly, the tension leaves her shoulders. Her hips give a small, tentative tilt upward, testing the weight of me inside her. A low groan tears from my chest, and she grabs onto me stronger, as if she might fall if she doesn’t hold herself tightly enough.
I start to move, keeping the strokes slow and deep, my dick filling her completely. The friction is unreal, so tight it’s tearing away my sanity. Every time I sink into her, she lets out a soft, broken sound that drives me wild.
“Look at me,” I growl, pulling back just enough to see her face.
She opens her eyes, completely focused on me as I pick up the pace. The rhythm becomes harder, the leather of the couch squeaking beneath us. I grip her waist, my thumbs digging into her skin, marking her.
Mine.
She’s tracking every movement of my chest, her hands sliding up to grip my biceps as I drive into her. The heat between us is suffocating. She’s climbing again, her face flushing, her breath hitching as she nears the edge once again.
I don’t let her cross it.
I grind my hips down, burying myself to the absolute root, and freeze. I lock her flat against the leather with the brutal weight of my upper body, pinning her beneath me.
“Zek––,” she chokes out, her fingers clawing at my back, her lower body twisting in a desperate, agonizing attempt to make herself cum. “Please, I’m right there.”
“No,” I growl into the hollow of her neck, my teeth scraping over her pulse point until she whimpers. “I told you. You don’t get to break until I say so.”
I pull out slowly until the head of my dick is barely catching the wet entrance of her pussy. She lets out a jagged sob, her internal walls twitching, wanting the fullness. I let her ache for a while, watching her eyes go completely blind with desperation, before I plunge back in.
The wet, slick slap of our skin echoes in the quiet office as I pick up the pace, shifting my angle to drive upward, hitting the deep, sensitive spot that makes her toes curl. The friction is raw and intoxicating, the smell of our bodies filling the room.
I fuck her with a hard, bruising rhythm, every stroke heavy and deliberate. Having her lie there, entirely at my mercy, drives me mad.
“Look at me, Riley,” I demand. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” She gasps, her fingernails digging deep into my arms. “I want you. Please… I can’t hold it anymore.”
The tight, crushing squeeze of her walls tells me she’s at her absolute limit, her body begging to let go.
“Come for me, Riley,” I breathe out the command, slamming into her one last time, completely losing myself in the tight, clenching heat of her release.
“Zeke!!!” Riley cries out my name, her entire body trembling as her orgasm ripples around me, clamping down on my length in thick, violent waves. The sensation shatters the last of my restraint and I pull out of her at the absolute last second, letting out a ragged growl.
I grip her hip, pinning her thighs to the leather as I stroke myself twice, three times, and release across her stomach. The thick, hot heat of my come falls on her skin, dripping down the smooth curve of her belly.
I look down at her, my heart slamming hard against my ribs, sweat dripping from my jaw onto her collarbone.
She doesn’t pull away or try to hide her nakedness.
Instead, her gaze drops to her stomach, tracking the thick, white heat of my come glistening against her skin.
She lifts a trembling hand and slowly, she dips her index finger right into the center of the mess I left on her and drags her slick finger upward, smearing my mark across her skin.
A low, brutal groan escapes my throat. The sheer, uncorrupted boldness of it hits me like a drug. She keeps her fingers coated in my cum as her gaze finally tracks up to meet mine.
“Good girl,” I lean down until my lips brush her ear, my palm flattening over her hip to pin her into the leather. “Look at you. You were made to be mine.”