Page 55 of Wrecked By a Devil

“Good girl,” I give her exactly what she asks for, accelerating the pace, until the room fills with the rhythmic sound of the mattress hitting the wall and her moans.

I drive her right up to the very peak of it until her thighs are shaking against me, and then I pull back completely, leaving her suspended in the dark, desperate for the release I’m holding onto.

“Zeke, please,” she breathes.

I lean down and place another kiss on her lips, taking her by surprise, but she immediately wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer. “Let’s do it, Riley. Come for me.”

I drive into her one more time, deep and heavy, bottoming out against her cervix while my thumb presses hard against her clit. That’s all it takes to break her. Riley shrieks, her body stiffening completely as she comes. The violent, full-body release clenchestightly around my dick, her internal muscles grabbing me in waves. She weeps into the pillow, her fingers digging so hard into my thighs that her nails leave red crescent marks. I stay buried inside her, holding her down, letting her ride out the rush of the orgasm until her thighs finally stop trembling against my ribs.

I reach up, wrapping my fingers around the knot of the scarf and I tug it free. Riley blinks, trying to adjust to the sudden light. Her eyes are dark, wet and heavy-lidded as they instantly lock onto mine.

Without saying a word, she shifts beneath me, sliding her body out from under my weight. She moves purposefully, stepping off the mattress until her knees hit the floorboards beside the bed. I sit back on my heels, my dick fully erect, wet and leaking pre-cum, watching her every move.

She looks up at me, the look in her eyes full of determination, as her hands wrap around the base of my shaft, her palms are warm against my skin. She leans forward, her lips brushing the tip before she opens her mouth and takes the head in.

A growl tears from my chest when she looks right up at me through her eyelashes, her mouth sliding down the shaft, taking as much of my length as she can manage. The heat of her throat gripping me tight is suffocating. I tangle my fingers in her wet hair to steady myself as she sets an agonizingly slow rhythm, sucking hard every time she bottoms out.

“Riley,” The view of her on her knees, dedicated to finishing me off, wrecks whatever restraint I have left and my hips twitch forward, the tension in my lower stomach tightening.

She catches the change in my breathing, looking straight into my eyes as she speeds up her pace, her lips squeezing tight around the crown. My muscles tense, the ache from the wound completely vanishing under the intensity of the moment.

“I’m close,” I pull back slightly, letting her take just the head of my dick as I finish.

The thick, hot cum shoots onto her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. She doesn’t flinch or pull away, her eyes staying locked onto mine, as her throat works to swallow every drop down. She lingers on me for a second, her tongue swiping over the tip to clean up the stray wetness before she finally lets me slide completely out from between her lips.

I reach down immediately, gripping her under the arms and lifting her up off the floorboards. I pull her back onto the mattress, shifting my weight so she’s underneath me again, and then press my lips down on hers, kissing her deep and slow as she wraps her arms around my neck.

We spend some time lying in her bed, my arms wrapped around her small figured, the warmth from her skin making me aware that this is all real. It’s an oddly comforting feeling just being here with her.

“That was really special,” Riley’s voice is weak when she speaks again. “I enjoyed every second of it.”

“Me too,” I place a kiss at the top of her head.

“You know…” For a moment she is hesitant, but I can see that something is bothering her and she wants to talk about it.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling away just enough to look her in the eyes.

“Oh, nothing about this,” she smiles. “This is great. I just…”

“You can tell me anything,” I lift her chin and place another peck on her lips. “But if you don’t feel like talking about something, I don’t want you to feel pressured to do it.”

“With you was my first time touching a man because I wanted to,” she says, looking away. “When I was younger, my stepfather made me touch him and it’s one of the things that made me decide not to get physical with guys for so long… Until you.”

I pull her closer to my chest, my heart wrenching, and whisper into her hair. “You’ll never have to do anything you don’t want to, Riley. I’ll make sure of that.”

“Thank you,” she pecks on my bare chest. “I don’t know why or how you do it, but I always feel safe with you.”

Her words weigh on me, the instinct to protect her from everyone who has ever harmed her taking over. It takes all of my will power not to jump from this bed, ask her for her stepfather’s address and put a bullet between his eyes.

“Hold me?” Only when she speaks again do I realize that my grip around her body has loosened and I’ve been holding my fists on both sides of my body. I release them as my eyes meet hers again.

I hold her tight.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Riley

“You know, I kinda expected you to live at the Eden,” I’m in the passenger seat, admiring the tall buildings as we’re driving through the south side of the city where Zeke lives.