“That’s for thinking thatanybook boyfriend can fuck you better than I can,” I say, before smacking her other ass cheek hard with my hand. I know it stings because her skin immediately reddens with the print of my hand. I grin at my literal handiwork.
“And that one’s for laughing,” I say. She groans into the mattress, wiggling her hips so that the duvet rubbing against her pussy gives her the friction she’s desperately seeking.
“Do you want to come, darling?” I ask, massaging the handprint that’s now fully stamped on her ass cheek.
“Yes,please,” she begs. Fuck, I love it when she begs.
“Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how bad youneedit,” I order, bringing my hand down between her legs.
“Always so ready for me,” I murmur, dipping a finger inside of her as I reach forward to massage her clit. She presses against my hand.
“How bad, Sloane?” I ask again.
“Sobad. I need you so badly, Riven.Please,” she begs, downright shameless, and fuck, does it make my already hard cock evenharder. I groan, sliding my cock down the center of her ass cheeks. I remove my hand and move it to her hip, gripping it for leverage as I line myself up to her entrance again. I press into her until only the tip is in and then pull it out. She whimpers and pushes her ass up, attempting to grab behind her.
I tsk. “What did I say, Sloane? Keep your hands behind your back,” I growl. She obeys, crossing them over her lower back.
“So obedient, darling. Now let me reward you,” I say, before pushing in to the hilt. Her nails dig into her palms, and a loud moan escapes her lips. I drag back out slowly and do it again, and once more. She’s bucking against me, panting. I wrap my hands around both of her hips and grab, pulling her against me until I’m fully inside of her again.
I lean over her until my mouth is against her ear. “Breathe, Sloane,” I pause, tugging her earlobe between my teeth. “Because I’m about to fuck you until you can’t.” She sucks in a long, deep breath as she’s told, and then I fuck her. The sounds of her ass hitting my thighs and her escalating moaning are the only noises in the room. My grip on her hips is rough, and I don’t take it easy on her. I thrust forward while pulling her back at a speed that has her already nearing what I want. I can feel her walls tightening around me within seconds. She arches her head back and half moans, half cries out my name from her beautiful fucking mouth.
“That’s it, darling. You’re doing so good for me.” Her legs shake as she comes down, but I don’t stop. Instead, I continue at the same unforgiving depth and speed that has her coming all over my cock a second time. She grows slicker with every thrust, and I slide in and out of her effortlessly. It feels like I could lose myself inside of her forever.
“You feel so fucking good, Sloane,” I groan, slowing down only enough to make sure she doesn’t pass out. She’s panting as tears fall down the sides of her cheeks. I reach a hand around and massage her clit in slow circles. She moans, rolling her hips against my hand. The way she’s moving around my cock now is going to end this entirely too soon.
“Riven, yes. That feels so …” She struggles to get the words out, but I know, and I need her to save her energy.
“I know, darling.I know,” I groan. She continues rolling her hips against me, around me.
“Sloane, I need you to come for me one more time.Now,” I grunt, nearing my own orgasm at lightning speed. I slow my thrusts, stalling, as I rub her clit faster and faster until she’s where I want her.
“That’s it. Just like that. Let go for me,” I say, now breathless. My words are her final sprint to the finish line as she tightensaround me again, shuddering and moaning into the mattress. It’s mostly incomprehensible, and it doesn’t matter, because I’m right behind her.
“Fuck, Sloane. I’m gonna …” I’m unable to verbalize the last word out loud, but I do a hell of a job showing her as I slam into her and hold her against me, spilling inside of her for the second time in less than twelve hours. Although I know she’s on the pill, I can’t help when thoughts of her carrying our child flash through my mind.One day.
I’m unable to move. In fact, I never want to move ever again. She relaxes into the mattress, bringing her arms up to her face. Her back rises and falls at a steady, slowing rhythm. I pull out of her slowly, cradling her into my arms to carry her to her bathtub. She sighs, resting her head against my chest. I look down and am relieved when there’s a soft smile on her lips. She looks exhausted, but not only that.
No. My little nightmare looks downrightcontent.
Content inmyarms.
Content withme.
36
Sloane
I’m lying on my sofa, curled up in my favorite dark green plush throw, watching my favorite horror film reruns. Riven helped me bathe after fucking me to within an inch of my life. He was so …gentle. He’s a paradox. The perfect mixture of the dark and the light, blending into a grayish space. And I think that Ireallylove the color gray. After the bath, he kissed me goodbye and took off for the meeting that he was late for, thanks to our little side quest. I sigh.
I amsated.
He has the stamina of a bull and the body of a Greek God. I am so sore that I think I am actually wobbling around from his massive dick like mybook boyfriendsconstantly threaten to do to their FMCs. I giggle out loud at the thought, absolutely getting a kick out of Riven’s jealousy of them. I rub my thighs togetherand wince, reminding myself that he was there. I want to do it again. I reallyamsuch a psycho.
“You said it, not me.”The angel has returned to sit upon my shoulder and judge me for all of my sinful acts on Earth. I glare at her in my mind and then flick her right off.
I may be sated and sore, but even more so …
I amhappy.
