Page 26 of Wrecked By a Devil

When my dick springs free, fully erect and heavy, Riley lets out a soft, sharp breath. She doesn’t look away, and to my surprise she doesn’t pretend that she doesn’t like what she’s seeing. She stares at it with a mix of intrigue and what I would dare to call fascination, her eyes tracing its length.

“Your turn, Riley,” I lean back against the headboard making myself comfortable. “Take them off.”

Her fingers are trembling as she hooks them into the sides of her cotton panties. She slides them down her legs, stepping out of them with ease and throws them to side. If I didn’t know any better, I would almost think that she was looking forward to this.

“Now let me see you touch yourself,” I murmur as I take the base of my dick and start stroking it slowly.

Riley looks down at my hand moving on my dick, her eyes curious, as the friction of my palm against my skin is filling the room despite the sensual song playing in the background.

“Can I sit?” She asks, pointing to the chair and I nod.

When she makes herself comfortable in the chair as if she’s done it a dozen of times before, a groan escapes me and she quickly looks back up at me with a small smile on her face.

She’s enjoying this.

“Don’t look away while you do it,” I command softly and she nods.

She spreads her legs and her hand slides down, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin between her legs. I watch her fingers starting to move, as she tries to handle the intensity of the sensation with me watching her. She uses two fingers, sliding them smoothly over her clit in rhythmic, practiced circles. Her eyes stay locked on mine, defiant and heavy-lidded, even as her breathing hitches and a quiet sigh slips past her lips.

Seeing her take charge of her own pleasure like this, right in front of me, makes my grip tighten. I increase the pace of my own strokes, the friction of my palm growing louder in the small room.

“You’re good at that,” I growl as I watch her hips give a subtle, instinctive tilt into her hand.

“I know what I like,” Riley tries smiling, but a breathless moan escapes her.

“I like a girl who knows what she likes,” I murmur.

She never breaks eye contact as her fingers glisten and she dips lower, spreading her own wetness before coming right back to the center of her heat. Her eyes dart down to my lap, watching my hand pump the length of my shaft.

“You’re moving faster,” she bites her lip.

“Because watching you is like running my head into a wall,” I admit roughly, a low groan catching in my throat as the pressure in my groin builds into a punishing throb.

She lets out a soft, pleased sound at that, her fingers moving quicker, harder, pressing into herself. Her chest heaves, her nipples tight and flush against the cool air of the room. The contrast of her pale hand working against her skin while she stares down at my dick is entirely too much.

“Come for me, Riley,” I command, the edge of my own climax clawing at the back of my throat. “Let me see it.”

Her eyes widen slightly, but she obeys. She arches her back against the chair, her legs spreading a fraction wider as her fingers blur against her skin, chasing the edge.

The heat in the room is suffocating and I realize I can’t stay on the bed anymore. Driven by the pure, mindless impulse, I get to my feet and step across the small gap between us, looming directly over her chair. I keep my promise and don’t touch her but I tower my body over hers, trapping her beneath my shadow.

Riley looks up, her eyes filled with a dark mix of shock and pure thrill as she watches me pick up the pace. She doesn’t stop her own fingers, her hips tilting up as she is getting closer to her own release.

“Ezekiel…” She gasps, her voice breaking.

“Come for me, Riley,” The moment I say those words, she moans, her legs shaking from the intense pleasure spreading through her body and she presses her thighs together almost as if she’s scared she’ll disappear.

The intensity of watching her come undone in front of me takes control of me and before she can even register what’s happening, I pull my hand back, and with a heavy, raged groan, I come. The thick, hot release shoots across the short distance, splashing directly onto her bare breasts, painting the soft skin and her collarbone in white.

Riley freezes, breathing heavily, her gaze still glued to mine. Slowly as if she’s in a trance, she lowers her eyes to where mycum is sliding across her skin. She lifts an index finger and swipes it through the hot fluid pooling right above her nipple and stares at her wet fingertip for a fraction of a second, completely captivated. She slightly tilts her head and then brings it to her lips. She tastes it, her tongue daring out to lick it clean.

The song ended a long time ago and neither of us even noticed. A heavy, charged silence fills the room and for a moment neither of us move or say anything. The moment she realizes what she just did, Riley’s eyes snap up to mine. She looks mortified.

My heart is hammering against my ribs, every instinct screaming at me to break the promise, grab her by the waist, and finish this properly. But I force myself to stay still.

“You’re amazing, Riley,” I look down at her. I notice there is a box of wet wipes on her desk and I reach out for it, taking one out. “I would help you clean yourself but I promised…”

She takes it without a word and starts cleaning herself.