Page 52 of Make Your Play

“You feel your cunt stretching around me?” I murmur, my hand traveling up her spine until I’m wrapping her hair aroundit. I pull her head back slightly, pushing into her again. “You feel my piercings rubbing your insides?”

“Don’t stop,” she moans, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Fuck me harder.”

I pause momentarily, my heart thumping in my chest. “It won’t hurt the baby, will it?”

She looks at me over her shoulder. “No.”

“Okay, good.” I let out a sigh of relief, one hand grabbing her hip while the other holds on to her hair as I start to fuck her again. I move my hips, pumping my cock in and out of her. My thrusts grow faster and more urgent, harder and demanding. “Goddamn, you take my cock like you were made for it.”

Riley takes every single thrust, meeting me as she presses her ass against me. Her chest falls forward, her face pressed against the mattress as I pound into her. “Nash, I’m so close already. Please don’t stop. Oh my god, don’t stop.”

“That’s it, baby,” I groan, a warmth building in the pit of my stomach. My balls constrict, drawing closer to my body. “Come all over my cock.”

“Come with me,” she pleads, her head lifting as her eyes meet mine. Her pussy clenches around me, her walls quaking around my cock as her orgasm erupts. “Please.”

That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I pump my hips, pounding into her over and over as I spill my cum deep inside her. I fuck her until we’re both completely spent with nothing left to give.

I slowly pull out of her, watching her as she rolls onto her side, completely breathless and in a daze. I leave her for a moment and head to the bathroom to get something to clean her up with. Riley looks at me as I walk back in and climb onto the bed with her. Her gaze is soft, watching me as I take care of her.

I toss the washcloth onto the floor with our clothes, my hand trailing over her stomach as I look back at her. Fuck, I love seeing her like this. It’s intoxicating and addicting.

Riley moves over, pulling the blanket out from under her body, but she can’t cover herself completely because I’m still on it. She gives me a look. “Can I get covered or would you prefer I freeze?”

A smirk lifts my lips. “I can keep you warm, wife.”

“Yeah, you can… if you get off the damn blanket,” she retorts, jerking on the blanket again.

Laughter escapes me as I roll off the bed and pull the covers away from her in an effort to try and cover her completely, but instead, I leave her bare to the cold air.

Riley gasps, her eyes wide before she glares at me. “Nash Simmons.”

“I didn’t mean to do that!” I laugh again, quickly climbing onto the bed behind her as I pull the blankets back over us. “Is that better?”

She presses her back against me, her head nestling against the pillow as I wrap my arm around her, holding her to the front of my body. “Much.”

“I’ll keep you warm all through the night.”

“Good boy,” she yawns, her hand finding mine as she threads our fingers together. “You know good boys get rewarded.”

Goddamn, I’m obsessed with her.

“I can’t wait to find out what it is.”

Riley laughs quietly but she doesn’t respond as she begins to drift off to sleep. I hold her close to me, feeling her heart beating in her chest, listening to the sound of her breathing.

She is the only reward I want.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

RILEY

My arms stretch upward, my spine lengthening as I slowly peel my eyes open, squinting against the harsh light shining through the window. As I move, I feel a warm solid body behind me, momentarily catching me by surprise until my mind registers that it’s him.

Almost every night the past month, I’ve intentionally fallen asleep on the couch with Nash, mainly because I didn’t want to go to bed without him, but I also didn’t want to cross that line and ask him to sleep with me.

I didn’t have to ask last night.

He stayed all night long.

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