Page 27 of Make Me Feel Again

“Cash, my man. It’s been a long time.” I muster up as much of a smile as I can. The one good thing about Mike is he doesn’t care about anyone else’s life but his own, so you can guarantee he won’t ask you how you’re doing. He starts talking about his recent divorce and how he’s getting himself back out there after being tied down for years, but his words fade when those doors open and I see her.

Rylee walks in the room, and every single bit of oxygen leaves my lungs. Her long brown hair that flows down to her waist in waves flips over her shoulder as she spins to say hello to someone. Her big green eyes shine and her smile lights up the room. The smile that erupts goose bumps over my whole body. I ogle her body, taking in the tight red ball gown she has on that accentuates every single sexy curve. When she turns back around, her slim silky leg is on display with the slit going up to her thigh. She’s a fucking vision. I’m not the only person who notices; I clock at least five sets of eyes on her, women included. To top all this off, she doesn’t realize how fucking stunning she is. She is oblivious. People approach her, introducing themselves, some are giving her condolences if her faltering smile and the deep breaths are anything to go by. I keep my gaze running up and down her legs, thinking of all the ways I want to sink my teeth in her thighs and the way my tongue would—

Who the fuck does this prick think he is? Matthew fucking Richardson. Of course it would be him. I down my drink, not taking my eyes off them. Rylee is laughing way more than she should; he’s not that fucking funny. Come to think of it, he’s not funny at all. He reaches up and touches her back. I see red, no one touches what’s mine. No. One.

“Excuse me,” I say to Mike as he goes on about God knows what.

I bypass Mike and walk straight toward Rylee. Mid-laugh, her eyes meet mine across the room, she stops laughing, and her eyes blow wide as she steps back from Matthew.Too fucking late.

As I approach, I don’t take my eyes off her, and Matt shifts.

“Cash.” His voice sounds hesitant, as if I caught him doing something wrong. In his head, he probably thinks this pissed-off look on my face is because he’s talking to my dead son’s girlfriend. If only everyone in this room knew how fucked up it really is.

“Matt,” I say through gritted teeth. Still not taking my eyes off Rylee. “Excuse us.” I take Rylee’s arm and walk toward a set of closed doors at the back of the room.

“Er, Cash, what the fuck are you doing?” Rylee spits, trying to keep her voice down. I don’t bother replying. She will find out soon enough. I don’t slow my pace, so she’s almost jogging as I pull her behind me. I have no doubt I’m not making this easy for her in her five-inch heels, but I don’t care.

“Cash,” Rylee spits, “you’re making a scene.” I know I am, and I know people will think this is weird, but I’m not thinking rationally. Seeing another man touching her and making her laugh has spurred something off inside me I can’t control.

“You think it’s okay for another man to flirt with you, Rylee?” I hiss, still not looking back at her, and push the doors open. My eyes scan the hallway, looking for a room. When I snag on a door, I storm toward it, praying no one is in there.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now,” she screeches. “We were not flirting.” Before she can spew any more bullshit, I open the door to the meeting room, thankful it’s empty, drag her in behind me, and slam the door closed. I spin around and stare her down. She stares at me wide-eyed, as if I’ve just lost my fucking mind, and who knows, maybe I have. This is what she does to me. I take two strides toward her, and she pushes her shoulders back and raises her chin.

“Turn around and bend over the fuckin’ table.” I point to the long conference table behind her.

“Excuse me?” Her eyes bug out of her head more than I thought possible. The shock is evident on her face. “I don’t know who—” I spin her around and push her head so she is bent over the table.

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to, Rylee,” I hiss in her ear.

“Cash, what the fuck is wrong with you? This is not the way to go about this,” she protests but doesn’t move. I slip her dress up over her hips and bunch it up around her waist. My mouth waters at the sight in front of me, a thin G-string showcasing her peachy-as-fuck ass. I run my hands up and down her ass cheeks, spreading them and gripping them hard.

“Oww,” she moans. “Ca-Cash what are you doing?”

“Tell me, you don’t want this, Rylee. Tell me you want me to stop, and I will. I will walk out of the room and leave you alone.” Like fuck will I. I let her think she has a say in this, but I know she wants me, I know she wants this. She doesn’t have to say the words. No matter how angry she is with me, I know she will never say no. I slide my finger down the crack of her ass, and her fingers dig into the table. Then I hook my finger around the string and pull it back while running a finger through her pussy lips, starting at her clit, until I get to her hole.

“Everyone thinks you’re so innocent, but you aren’t, are you? If you were, your pussy wouldn’t be dripping for me now, would it?” I push one finger into her soaking wet pussy. She rocks back onto my finger as I go to pull it out.

I bend over her, gathering her hair to lay over the opposite shoulder, and let my lips graze her ear. “Tell me how much you want it, Rylee.” Her breaths stutter, and I smile. I have her exactly where I want her.

“I’m not fucking begging,” she grits out through clenched teeth. I stand back up, taking my finger away.

“Cash,” she moans. I glance down at her pussy lips glistening with her juices. There’s no way I’m walking away from this, but I want her to beg for it. I want to know how much she wants me, even if I already know, I want to hear her say it.

I glide my finger up and down her slit, making sure I add more pressure to her clit as I rub over it. Quiet little moans come out of her every time my finger grazes her clit has me, and I grin.

“Tell me, Rylee.” She moans, so I stop.

“Cash, fuck. I want you, goddamn it. I fucking want you, now. Please.” I beam on the inside, hearing those words come from her mouth makes my dick twitch.

I unhook my belt and undo my pants. My dick is hard as a fucking rock. I jerk my dick a few times, reveling in the glisten of her pussy. I squeeze the head of my cock, already feeling the build up from just looking at her. There’s no way I’m about to bust like a teenage fucking boy from looking at a pussy.

I rub my dick along her folds, gathering her juices. I knew she would be fucking perfect, but I didn’t realize how perfect.

“Cash. Please tell me you have a condom,” she pants, still squirming.

“No.” I don’t care about not having a condom. The first time I’m inside her, I want to feel everything.

“Cash. You can’t without one, I’m not on anything.” I don’t know why, but those words rush through me with excitement, and eagerness? I have never thought of Rylee pregnant before, but the thought of filling her up and putting a baby inside her, has me thrusting into her in one swift motion.

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