Page 37 of Wrecked By a Devil

“Tell me you want me, Riley,” I breathe.

“I want you,” she replies, her eyes locking onto mine with complete certainty. “I want it to be you.”

“Brave girl,” I lean down, catching her lips in a deep, slow kiss to distract her, as I press myself forward.

She lets out a sharp, muffed cry against my mouth as I break through, her body stiffening under mine. I stop immediately, burying my face in her neck, holding her tight while she adjust to my thickness.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, kissing the pulse point on her neck. “Just breathe. You’re doing so good.”

Slowly, the tension leaves her shoulders. Her hips give a small, tentative tilt upward, testing the weight of me inside her. A low groan tears from my chest, and she grabs onto me stronger, as if she might fall if she doesn’t hold herself tightly enough.

I start to move, keeping the strokes slow and deep, my dick filling her completely. The friction is unreal, so tight it’s tearing away my sanity. Every time I sink into her, she lets out a soft, broken sound that drives me wild.

“Look at me,” I growl, pulling back just enough to see her face.

She opens her eyes, completely focused on me as I pick up the pace. The rhythm becomes harder, the leather of the couch squeaking beneath us. I grip her waist, my thumbs digging into her skin, marking her.

Mine.

She’s tracking every movement of my chest, her hands sliding up to grip my biceps as I drive into her. The heat between us is suffocating. She’s climbing again, her face flushing, her breath hitching as she nears the edge once again.

I don’t let her cross it.

I grind my hips down, burying myself to the absolute root, and freeze. I lock her flat against the leather with the brutal weight of my upper body, pinning her beneath me.

“Zek––,” she chokes out, her fingers clawing at my back, her lower body twisting in a desperate, agonizing attempt to make herself cum. “Please, I’m right there.”

“No,” I growl into the hollow of her neck, my teeth scraping over her pulse point until she whimpers. “I told you. You don’t get to break until I say so.”

I pull out slowly until the head of my dick is barely catching the wet entrance of her pussy. She lets out a jagged sob, her internal walls twitching, wanting the fullness. I let her ache for a while, watching her eyes go completely blind with desperation, before I plunge back in.

The wet, slick slap of our skin echoes in the quiet office as I pick up the pace, shifting my angle to drive upward, hitting the deep, sensitive spot that makes her toes curl. The friction is raw and intoxicating, the smell of our bodies filling the room.

I fuck her with a hard, bruising rhythm, every stroke heavy and deliberate. Having her lie there, entirely at my mercy, drives me mad.

“Look at me, Riley,” I demand. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” She gasps, her fingernails digging deep into my arms. “I want you. Please… I can’t hold it anymore.”

The tight, crushing squeeze of her walls tells me she’s at her absolute limit, her body begging to let go.

“Come for me, Riley,” I breathe out the command, slamming into her one last time, completely losing myself in the tight, clenching heat of her release.

“Zeke!!!” Riley cries out my name, her entire body trembling as her orgasm ripples around me, clamping down on my length in thick, violent waves. The sensation shatters the last of my restraint and I pull out of her at the absolute last second, letting out a ragged growl.

I grip her hip, pinning her thighs to the leather as I stroke myself twice, three times, and release across her stomach. The thick, hot heat of my come falls on her skin, dripping down the smooth curve of her belly.

I look down at her, my heart slamming hard against my ribs, sweat dripping from my jaw onto her collarbone.

She doesn’t pull away or try to hide her nakedness. Instead, her gaze drops to her stomach, tracking the thick, white heat of my come glistening against her skin. She lifts a trembling hand and slowly, she dips her index finger right into the center of the mess I left on her and drags her slick finger upward, smearing my mark across her skin.

A low, brutal groan escapes my throat. The sheer, uncorrupted boldness of it hits me like a drug. She keeps her fingers coated in my cum as her gaze finally tracks up to meet mine.

“Good girl,” I lean down until my lips brush her ear, my palm flattening over her hip to pin her into the leather. “Look at you. You were made to be mine.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Riley