“Oh G-God…” She moans, arching her back. “Hayden, please…I can’t…”
She says it, but with how she lifts her hips to meet me halfway, I don’t think she means it. So I only double my efforts, fucking her harder.
Then as another wave of orgasm wrecks her body, I pull away.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Her voice cracks.
Angling forward, I smirk. “Didn’t you want me to stop?”
“No.”
I chuckle. “Are you sure? I swear you said ‘I can’t.’”
“No. Please… More…”
“Good girl,” I murmur, slapping her pussy lightly.
“More…” she pants, arching under me.
With a smile, I slap her pussy again, then tighten my grip on her hips and pull her back into me.I’m gone.
Nothing has ever felt so good, but in this moment, all I care about is the way her body reacts, the way she falls apart when I touch her. Keeping her there. Giving her more.
Because at this point, Riley Evans is the only thing that matters.
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for now
RILEY
He holdsme tight against his chest, as if he’s afraid to let me go.
I inhale, my head spinning. This morning, his sheets don’t smell only like him—they’re full of my scent too.
I snuggle into him, grinding my ass against his groin. The hard outline of his cock brings heat to my cheeks. I thought our first time was perfect, but yesterday knocked it out of the park. The things he can do with his tongue, his fingers, and especially his pierced dick blew my mind. This time, I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me—in the kitchen, in the shower, on the couch, in his bed.
“Morning.” His raspy whisper sends shivers down my spine.
“How did you know I was awake?”
“I can hear your thoughts.” He plants a kiss in my hair. “What time do you need to be at the studio?”
“Eleven. Today’s the last day of the semester.”
“When are you going home?” His voice cracks on the last word.
A weird twinge pierces my heart. Is it possible he doesn’t want me to leave?
“Are we talking about me going back to my apartment, or to LA?”
“LA.”
“I leave on Saturday morning.”
“Two days,” he mutters. “And you’ll be gone for a month.”
I sigh. “Yeah.”
