“Ohplease,my hands are tied,” she teases.
“You’re such a brat, you know that?”
She sticks her tongue out at me. “What ‘cha gonna do about it?”
I roll us backwards and to the side until we make it to a wall that is not a piece of art. I push her back against it, holding both her hands over her head. We’re already awake—might as well enjoy the moment. “See, here’s the thing though?—”
She yelps at my fingers dragging cold paint over her breast, made perfectly to fit in my large hand, and her nipple. I roll it between my thumb and index as I whisper in her ear, “I don’t think you’re ready for whatwillhappen if you keep up with this bratty behavior.” She shivers.
“Is this a threat,Dominic?” My name rolls off her tongue, sweet and sticky as molasses.
I pinch her nipple, drawing a moan from her lips. “A promise.”
She moves her hands, trying to escape my hold but keeping her glacier blues on me. “Too much?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“Perfect,” she whispers, her breath caressing my lips. I closethe space between us, crashing our lips together while I continue playing with her nipple. There’s paint between us everywhere—on our cheeks, my beard, our chests, her breasts, her thighs wrapped around my torso, surely on my back too. I don’t seem to care whatsoever. I want more.
Her pussy is lined up perfectly with me, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the damn condoms are far away, I would be fucking her right here.
“Fuck me,” she whispers as I kiss her jaw, her neck, her throat.
“No condom,” I say.
She shakes her hand, wrapping her legs tighter, searching for friction. “I’m on the pill, and I never fuck without protection.”
The instant jealous rage I feel at the mention of her fucking before startles me. I know I’m not her first, but it doesn’t cease to piss me off anyway.
“Please, just fuck me,” she begs.
I groan. Am I really considering this right now? She rolls her hips again. Fuck, I sure am. “I haven’t been with anyone since my ex-wife, and I got tested after.”
“Then just do it.” She grinds her sex against me, dampening my pants, making me grow harder.
I lift, pulling my sweatpants down in one quick swoop and sitting back down, taking her with me. She presses herself down on me, slowly, adjusting to my size as she moans a sweet “Yes”. I thought she was perfect before, but now, feeling her walls—warm and wet—around me, feeling how well she molds to me, it’s beyond that.
I groan in satisfaction, careful not to move to allow her time to relax completely. It’s not until she starts moving up and down that I do the same. I let go of her hands, wrapping my arms around her, fingers pressing on her slender back and keeping her closer against my chest. I want no space between us, and I can’t get close enough. I want her all over me, breathing the same air, exchanging moans and unraveling together.
“Is this okay?” she asks as I stay still and let her take what she wants.
“Perfect,” I rasp, searching her eyes so she can see the sincerity behind them. “Your pussy was made for my cock.” What I really want to tell her is thatshewas made for me, but I can’t, because she might have been, but we met in the wrong decade.
Maybe in another life.
She gasps, moving again, searching for her high. Riley speeds up, faster, digging her nails into my back. “That’s it, Riley. Take what you need.” She does, faster, deeper, her head falling back as I lick and kiss her throat.
“Dom,” she whispers before dropping her head to my shoulder, her pussy clenching around my cock.
“Give it to me. All of it.” Her hips slow the rhythm, matching her short breaths. When her eyes clash with mine, they’re impossibly crystal blue, glossy and full of lust.
In this moment, I know Riley Banks has me wrapped around her little finger, and there’s not much I wouldn’t give her.
I also realize I’m fucked beyond measure, because this is exactly what shouldn’t have happened.
“Did you come?” she asks, true concern washing over her features.
I chuckle and shake my head. “This wasn’t about me.”
“Oh really? So you’re just here for me to use as my fuck buddy so I can bust one off?”