Page 79 of Shattered Hearts
Riley eyes the clothes I put on and folds her arms over her bare breasts.
“You done in the bathroom?” She starts to move past me. “I’ll go get dressed.”
I block her path. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, you’re allowed to wear clothes, but not me?”
“House rules.” My hands snake around her waist and I seat her on my desk. It’s the perfect height. Kissing her is easy. Putting my cock inside her again will be too.
“How many times a day is enough…for you…” Her question fades when I bring her breasts to my mouth one at a time and knead her nipples with my teeth. She groans, her fingers knotting in my hair. I suck her nipples until her breathing becomes irregular and she starts arching her back.
When I release them, she says, “Finn Gallagher, where did you learn to do that?”
I can’t keep the victorious smile off my face. “Why do you assume I’m not naturally talented?”
I drop my pants. No idea why I put them back on anyway. Obviously, my dick’s in charge today.
Pressing my forehead to hers, our lips come together like friends.
“Hold onto me.”
Without another word, Riley hooks her arms around my neck. Her obedience turns me on so much, my brain clears, every thought melting into pure, unfiltered lust.
“Spread those legs.”
She opens her thighs enough for me to step between them and curl my palms around the sides.
When I slide my throbbing dick into her, both of us go rigid with pleasure.
Riley stifles a whimper, dropping her head onto my shoulder. “Give it to me.”
“Like this?” I whisper, pushing in deep.
She nods multiple times into my neck. “God, yes.”
I hammer her pussy as if my life depends on it, dropping my head into her hair.
“Come for me.”
Between moans, she bites my neck. “Make me.”
Those two words taunt me, turn me on, and annoy me more than any two words ever have before.
After ripping my cock out of her, the speed with which I get her face down on my desk scares me. I’m back inside of her—this time with a hand around her neck—in a matter of seconds. While I force my cock in and out of her, she cries out against the mahogany beneath her perfect lips.
“Fuck,Riley.” I watch myself do it, over and over, like a hypnosis video. “Your pussy was made for me.”
But the more I stare at her perfect ass, the more I’m overcome with the need to claim it too.
The impulse to impale her ass gets so strong, I pull out of her pussy and let go of her neck. She lifts her head and gazes at me from over her shoulder. That face she’s making, coupled with her flawless ass sitting open in front of me, is almost too much. Shit, I’m just one man.
She blinks at me, hot and hazy. “What is it?”
“Talk to me about this ass.”
She gives me a blank stare for about thirty seconds before understanding widens her eyes. Then she cuts them at me. “Don’t even think about it.”
I shoot her a contemplative glance. “You don’t like anal?”