Before I can question him, he lifts me from the floor and pulls me up until my legs wrap around his hips. His bare dick slides against my opening and makes my heart slam for a whole new reason. “No.” Pushing him away, I fight to be put down. “Condom. Don’t forget.”
“Fuck.” He drops me to my feet and digs a hand into his back pocket. Prepared like the boy scout he pretends he isn’t, he tears the foil open and tosses the trash to the floor. Sliding the rubber over his dick and holding his breath, he grabs my shoulder and spins me so his chest presses to my back. “Hands. Here.” He places them on the back of the long leather couch and bends me forward. “Hold on, Dee. I’m not gonna go easy on you.”
He grabs my hips without another word, snaps my legs open, and slams deep inside me until his dick touches my cervix and I scream. The pain shocks me breathless, but beyond that is a pleasure so insane, I can do nothing but hold on and let him use me.
He knows what I need.
And he knows how to give it to me.
There’s no gentle slide or soft movements with this man. There’s just his hips slamming against my ass and my shoulders straining to keep me up. He pushes my spine down to create a deeper arch, but when I’m too low for his long legs, he simply lifts my hips and holds my weight while he continues his assault on my body. “Fuck, Dee. Fuckkkkkk.”
“Riley.” My shoulders burn until I want to cry, but I don’t let go of the couch. Fire sits low inside my belly and threatens to overwhelm me, but still, I don’t let go of the couch. My short hair fans my face and tickles my swollen lips, and still, I don’t let go of the couch. And when the first of many promised orgasms rushes to the surface and brings stars to my eyes, when his hips slam against my ass and his broad hand comes down over my sensitive skin with a loud crack, my pussy clamps around his dick and drags him over the edge with me.
And still, I don’t let go of the couch.
Riley comes on a powerful roar. Buried deep inside me, his hips stop moving and he fills his condom while his dick jumps and twitches.
My feet sing from pins and needles when he lowers me back down. “Oh…” Panting, I swallow to lubricate my throat. “My…” My heart races and threatens to break out of my chest. “God.”
“Mmm.” Weak, he leans forward to rest on my back and uses me to hold us both up. My legs wobble like jelly, and aftershocks zap my body like tiny electrical currents, but with this large man using me to stand, I remain on my heeled feet and absorb the power of being our strong one for this single moment.
“Fuck, Dee. Your body is so fucking perfect.” From tyrant to gentle, he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder blade. Then another in the center of my back. Then a third on the back of my neck. “So perfect, Deedee.” He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Did I hurt you?”
“Just the good kind of hurt.”
He snorts. Stroking my ribs, he peppers kisses over my back. “Give me, like, three seconds, then we’ll do it again. I’ll undress you this time, I promise.”
“Mm. I’m not complaining. I had no clue I was so close before I even walked in the door.”
“I knew. I knew when I saw you at the diner today. I knew when your eyes met mine and you nearly creamed your panties.” He pushes my top to my shoulders and exposes my lower back. “I knew it, because I was ready, too.” He slides his fingertips over my sensitive skin and stops on my wall of shame – also known as a tramp stamp. “Really, Dee?” Chuckling, he traces it with the tip of his finger. “You had to get flowers on your back during spring break?”
“Shut up.” My laughter turns to a groan when I push him back and he slides out. I thought I was done, but without him inside me, I realize I’m not even close.
And to think, I was going to take my orgasm and run.
Smugly, I change my plans; takethreeorgasms, then run.
“I’ll be back in a sec. I’ve gotta put this in the trash.” Riley works on the full condom and ties it in a knot to contain all three trillion baby makers. With his pants stillwaylow on his hips, he walks into a wide hallway and out of sight. “Take a seat if you think you’re gonna fall. I’ll be back; if you run, I’ll chase you down and cuff you to my bed. I’m not playing, Dee, so don’t fuck with me.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Smiling, I fix my skirt and straighten it on my hips. I’m such a whore with my schoolgirl skirt look, but at least I didn’t put my hair in piggy tails or wear a button up shirt. Lowering my top when he grumbles about my lies, and running my fingers through hair he didn’t even take time to notice, I collect my tossed coat from the floor and walk across an oriental rug toward the hat rack I passed on the way in. Hanging it, I stop on a pair of real-life,actualpolice handcuffs – not the stupid sex shop kind – and grin. Stroking the silver, my heart and mind wage war.
It would be sexy.
If he ever cuffs me, I’ll chop his dick off.
But it would be hot.
No, Andrea! Bad girl!
Forcing my hand away, I flip my cell over and check the screen in case Lindsi has started to freak out yet. She hasn’t, but I have two texts, and both make me shake my head.
Mia demands we meet in her office first thing Monday morning.Sorry, twat, I’m busy Monday.
And Benny’s message simply asksWhere are you?
Because his dad got off on hurting women, Benny now feels the need to protect us from everything. The kid has control issues – as in, whenever things aren’t goingexactlyhow he wants them, whenever his little chicklets aren’t safe in his henhouse, he loses his shit – and the teen takes his protection duty seriously.
For Riley’s safety, I choose not to reply, and instead, flip my cell back and pretend I never got that text.