He shook his head and laughed. "Show me," he said, dragging his cock over my bottom lip. "Show me whatyouwant."
I took his hand, moved it to my breast. "There," I said, moaning as he clothespinned my nipple between his long fingers. I brought his other hand to the back of my neck, where my hair was gathered in a low knot. "Andthere."
His thumb found my pulse and he squeezed, lightly, and he said, "I'm giving you three minutestoplay."
I ran my hands down his chest and abs, savoring the lines of his body before circling his cock. It throbbed under my touch, and seemed to harden with every stroke. I was wet and aching all over again, my hips already twitching as I thought about tasting him, taking him inside me, watching himshatter.
"What happens after three minutes?" I asked, staring up at him with the most coquettish eyes I could manage while I gave him a hard squeeze. "Is that when you plan onspankingme?"
"Fuuuuck," he groaned, low and long. "No, Aly, I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to make it so good that you'll think about it every day. For the rest of your life, you'll remember this night." He shook the pins from my hair and twisted it around his palm. "This cock. This bed and everything we do in it. You'll remember it all." His fingers clamped down on my nipple, and I moaned into his chest. "Then I'llspankyou."
That was it. I couldn't wait any longer. I ducked my head and parted my lips, and hummed as the weight of him moved over my tongue. I couldn't take much, but what I did received the most voracious effort I could put forward. I kept my hand around the base, stroking as I sucked. He smelled amazing, and I wasn't saying that simply because I was sucking on his blue-ribbon cock. It was a light, natural scent that I'd forever associate with sex and needandman.
"Oh, fucking hell," he gasped. "Fuck,fuck,fuck."
He punctuated each muttered curse and growl with a pinch to my nipple, a tighter grip on my hair. I couldn't remember ever feeling this close to another person. This was about more than getting off. Much more. It was the connection we shared, one that spiraled down deep and gripped us in places wecouldn'tname.
"Look at you," he murmured, scraping loose wisps of hair from my face. "Just fucking lookatyou."
His hands moved to my jaw, his thumbs pressed to the hollows of my cheeks, and he held me in place while his length shuttled over my lips. He abandoned his control for a moment, thrusting with fast, jerky strokes. It was rough, rougher than I'd ever experienced or imagined wanting, but I didn't want anythingdifferent.
On a groan, Riley's hands shifted to my shoulders. He squeezed, easing me back, and I dragged my tongue down the underside of his cock beforereleasinghim.
"Your time's up, Honeybee," he said, his voice hoarse. "Fuck, I need to be inside you again. Right fucking now. I've wanted you every fucking minute of this week." He pushed me down to the mattress and then climbed over me, caging me beneath him. "I can'tgoslow."
"I don't want slow," I replied. I dragged my fingers up his back and into his hair, pulled him closer. His cock nudged my belly as he stared down at me, and all those dark, angry thoughts I'd had about being his second choice evaporated. I wanted his body all over me, doing all the things I'd imagined, all the things Icraved.
"You deserve it, Aly," Riley argued. He shifted and his cock was between my legs, rubbing up against my clit and making me see stars. "You deserve fuckingeverything."
"Then give me that instead," I said. "Give meeverything."
He dipped down and kissed each corner of my mouth. "I want to fuck you from behind. I want to slap your ass and pull your hair while I'm giving it to you hard," he said casually, like we were discussing the weather. "But I also want to bite your nipples and see your face while you come." His lips brushed against mine and he hummed. "Yeah, that's it. I need to see youthistime."
"And the next time?" Iasked.
Riley sat back on his haunches and edged my legs apart. I was as open and exposed as I'd ever been, and his gaze was mapping every inch of me. I thought it would be uncomfortable but I found myself enjoying it. I wasn't worried about my pudgy belly or thick thighs, or even my most intimate places because the desire in his eyes canceled out my everydoubt.
"You let me worry about that," he said for the second time tonight. His thumb found my clit and I was ready—so ready—for this. "Can we skip the condoms? I fucking hate them and you know I'm safe, but if you want them, I'll respect yourwishesand—"
"Fuck me," I begged. I wrapped my leg around his waist, urging him closer. "Fuck merightnow."
"Such a good girl," hemurmured.
Then he was there, pushing inside me and damn near splitting me in half. We cried out together, and every little part of me surrendered to the overwhelming fullness. My hands were on his chest, his flanks. Pressing into his soft tissue, scratching, urging him deeper. Nails scraping over his nipples, his back. Leaving marks. Rising up to meet his thrusts. My mouth was on his lips, down his jaw and neck, kissing and biting and sucking until I was satisfied I'd drawn something out of him onlyforme.
"You were made for my cock," he rasped, his eyes snapping shut for a beat. "I can't wait to watch you riding me. Those tits in my face. My hands on your ass, spreading you wide. That wet cunt bouncing onmycock."
Filthydidn't begin to describe his words, and I couldn't stop the hot blush coloring my cheeks. There was something about that word.Cunt.I hated it. I never used it. But it was so dirty and so,soright.
Riley slammed into me with enough force to rock the bed and trigger a landslide of lacy pillows over my head. I batted them away as his hands locked around my waist, his thumbs finding the fleshy spot beneath the jut of my hipbones and his fingers digging intomyass.
He stared between us, his breaths coming in broken grunts as he pulled out until only his thick crown teased at my folds. His hips continued rolling in a frantic, unpracticed staccato. "I want to make it good for you," he said, repeating his vow from earlier. "What do you need, Aly? Tell me how to be everything you need. I'm not stopping until yougetit."
"You could start by getting your cock inside me," I said. The absence left me empty, squirming in discomfort. I rocked forward and reached for him, my hands sliding over his ribs and settling low on his back. "And I want to feel your handsonme."
Riley's fingers tightened around my throat, drawing a whimper from me. It wasn't pain or fear. It was the dizzying, stars-behind-my-eyes force of trusting him fully and completely. And that was what I needed. My breath caught as my release burst through my body, a rush of sated relief, a downpour to break the heatspell.
"That's it," he murmured. He growled, nodding as he watched the orgasm spiral through me. His hold loosened, his fingertips massaging my skin in small circles before sliding away from my neck. "Yes, Aly. That'sfuckingit."
