Page 28 of Make Me Feel Again

“Cash,” she screams. If there wasn’t music and conversation in the ballroom, they would most definitely hear her, but I want them too I’m not thinking straight and wouldn’t care if everyone knew it. Her pussy pulsating around my dick is like nothing I have ever felt before, like she was fucking made for me. I don’t care how fucked up that sounds. I pull back slightly and slam back into her as I grip her hips and fuck her hard and fast. She moans and claws at the table, and her juices gather all over my dick. I want to capture this moment, I never want to forget it, it’s fucking perfect. I let go of one of her hips and clutch her hair, pulling her hard so her back arches and her ass pushes into my pelvis even more, pushing me to the hilt, causing a gasp to leave her mouth.

“Oww, Cash.” She moans.

“Does it hurt, Rylee?” I keep my grip on her hair and kiss down the side of her neck, keeping up with my punishing thrusts into her.

“Ye-yes,” she moans out.

“Good. I want you to feel me for days. I want you to wake up and it hurt to walk. I want you to sit at your desk at work and feel the throb between your legs, remembering who was there.” I bite her neck, bringing another gasp out of her. “Now, shut the fuck up and take this dick like the good girl I know you are.” She moans loud as I increase my pace. A tingle starts in my spine, and I know I won’t hold on much longer.

“Rub your clit, Rylee. I want you coming on my dick.” She brings her hand under her dress and rubs at her clit.

Her moans get louder and louder, and her pussy clenches my dick. The sound of her wetness as I pull out and push back in, fills my ears. Her body trembles and her breath hitches. She’s coming. Her body goes stiff and her pussy flutters. I bring my arm around her front, tilting her up, while keeping a grip on her hair as I spill my cum into her pussy, pushing myself in as deep as I can get it. I slowly pump in and out of her, allowing her pussy to milk every single drop.

Never has sex been like this, I have never come so hard in my life. Her weightless body hangs in my arm. I fall forward, pushing her front into the table and me on top of her. I lean on my arms, not wanting to crush her and we take deep breaths. My dick, tingles inside her, and I swear it’s still fucking hard. I pull out slowly. I’ll never get enough of her. My cum drips out of her pussy. I don’t know what possesses me, but I rub my finger through her lips, gathering the juices and push them back inside her.

Her body jolts and a soft moan leaves her lips.

“I don’t want you wasting a drop of my cum, Rylee.” After pushing my cum back into her pussy, I put her G-string back into place and pull her dress back down. She gets up on wobbly legs as I put myself back together and fasten my belt.

A hiss leaves her lips. When she turns around, the sight of her sends my heart thumping in my chest. I did this to her, the redness on her cheeks gets redder as I take her in. Her mascara has smudged, and her hair sticks up and isn’t silky soft like it was when she got here. I did that, and I have never been more proud. I lick my thumb and bring it to her face, wiping under one eye and then the other to get rid of the mascara. Her eyes follow my every move before snapping up and staying glued to mine.

I glance down at her mouth, realizing I haven’t even tasted her today, so I dip my head and kiss her. It’s not enough, though, so I run my tongue along her lips as they part on a gasp.

I lick my lips after, savoring the taste.

“I don’t want you going to the restroom when you walk out of here.” My gaze flits between her eyes. “I want you to go back into that ballroom with my cum in your pussy, so if Michael or whatever-his-fucking-name-is Richards tries flirting with you again, you won’t have to think who owns you, you will fucking feel who owns you.” I place a kiss on her lips again before smoothing down her hair.

“You’re a fucking caveman, you know that.” She seethes, more pissed off than she’s ever been.

I smile at her, which only seems to piss her off more. She huffs before walking toward the door, and my face beams when she turns to me, an ice-cold glare penetrates me as her eyes narrow into slits and her lips thin.

“Have a good night, Rylee.” She swings the door open, not saying a word before slamming it behind her.

I drop back in one of the chairs, run my hands through my hair, and laugh to myself. If I didn’t know before, I have no doubt now: Rylee fucking Matthews is mine.

Chapter twenty-five

Rylee

Ican’tbelievethatjust happened. With every step I take back to the ballroom, I wince. My legs are shaky, and my body feels like it’s on fire and aches in every way. I can’t believe how alive I feel.

Swinging the door open to the ballroom, noise floods out of it. Everyone having fun, drinking, and laughing. Paranoia sinks in thick and fast, who saw us walking out that door, who is watching me walk back through it. I scan the room, but everyone seems to be in their own worlds, oblivious to what just happened. I try and walk normally, but it’s hard with how sore I am and Cash’s cum running down my leg.

“There you are,” Toni shouts. I jump out of my skin, my heart thumping out of my chest. “I have been looking everywhere for you.” Her brows furrow. “Why are you so jumpy?” We came together but she went to the bar when we got here, then Cash dragged me out of the room.

“Girl, are you okay, you look flushed as fuck, do you feel ill?” Toni’s hand rests on my head.

“Rylee, you’re sweating and your mascara is smudged to fuck.” She starts messing around with my face, rubbing under my eyes. She pauses, her gaze darts over my face and then my hair, then she steps back, assessing me. I try and stand as still as I can. I move from one leg to the other, and the cum trickles farther down. Fuck, I need to get to a toilet. Toni’s stare lands on my bare leg, and her eyes bug out.

“Rylee fucking Matthews.” She gasps, her hand going to her mouth. I glance down and there on my thigh, clear-as-day, are fingerprints. I’m going to kill him. Toni grabs my hand and pulls us into an alcove hidden part of the room, then she glances around.

“Spill it now.” My heart rate increases.

“I fucked Cash.”

“Sorry, say that again.” I go to say it again, but it truly settles in.

“Shit,” I say, staring at Toni, my eyes bulging and my mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land.

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