Page 28 of Riggs
And then I break loose, my body bucking toward a release I’ve wanted since the first moment I laid eyes on her so many months ago.
“You’re mine. This isnotfor pretend. This isnotto sell some story, Vanessa. Your body is mine. Mine to do what I want with.”
“And what do you want to do with me?” she asks, and the way her voice sounds so gentle and innocent turns me on even more.
“All the things,” I tell her. “Like I want to pin you up against the wall and see how my cock looks as I fuck you from behind.”
“Do it,” she whispers, and I’ve got her out of the bed before she can even say another word.
I push her up against the wall, our mouths attacking one another as our tongues fight for control. I take a step back, looking at the way she looks up against the wall. “You’re the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
She runs her lower lip between her teeth. “Really?”
I nod, erasing the inches between us. “Fuck yes.” I spin her around, my hands on her waist as I slap her ass. I slam my cock inside her, watching her full ass as I keep pushing deeper inside her. “So fucking sexy,” I whisper as I push in deeper.
She leans her body, her face pressed against the wall. Her hands hold her up as she arches her back just for me. I grip the flesh of her ass cheek as I keep pumping my cock deeper and deeper inside her.
She handles me so fucking well, and I keep going, my mind turning to complete mush. The whole world could attack, and I think the only thing I’d be hyperfocused on is …her. Vanessa. I glide my free hand up the spine of her back, along her silky skin, memorizing every perfect fucking inch of her.
My balls tighten the closer I get toward my orgasm. I chase it, wanting to empty myself deep inside her.
“Ah, Riggs. Yes.” Vanessa’s words are like music to my ears, and she moans the most beautiful moans as I keep fucking her. I push my pinky into her mouth, and then push it against the puckered hole of her ass.
She nearly bucks out of control on contact and I smile with pride as I push my pinky in, knuckle deep.
“Take it. Breathe, Vanessa. You handle me so well.” I move my other hand around her body and toy with her clit. She’s completely out of control at this point, and I just basically hold on as my pinky sinks deeper into her ass. “You like being filled up by me, don’t you?”
“Yes. fuck, yes,” she hollers out, her moans increasing as I keep playing with her clit. I begin pumping my pinky inside her ass, and she loses control. A string of unintelligible words empties out of her as I keep fucking her.
“Yes, take my cock. You’re so fucking needy for me.” I’m so fucking close. I keep pushing, thrusting, and fucking her more and more. My cock pushes inside her in and out. Over and over again.
“Oh, Riggs. My legs can barely hold me up,” she calls out, and I move instant fast. Lightning quick. I fling her onto the bed, my body moving to fill her up with my cock again. Both my hands are braced on the bed as I keep fucking her.
My mouth hangs close to her ear. “You liked having me in your ass, huh?”
“Yes,” she whispers, completely spent. “Yes, more please.”
I push my thumb into her mouth, and then lower it, pressing it to her ass. I push my thumb further into her ass, and she comes again. This time she’s completely out of control, yelling and screaming as my whole body vibrates.
“I’m so fucking close, Vanessa.”
“Do it, come inside me,” she calls out, and her hair’s a wild mess of dark curls.
I push my thumb deeper into her ass as my cock’s nearly ready to burst. “Your sweet little cunt feels so good coming all over me.” And then I lose control, my body jerking and jolting as I come deep inside her.
She collapses to the mattress, and I smile as I look down at her. I pull out of her and rush off to the bathroom to get her and myself cleaned up.
I stare at myself in the mirror as I wet a washcloth. “You fucker. This is the first time in your life you broke protocol.”
When I head back into the room, Vanessa’s already passed out. I watch her for a moment before I clean her up. Then I tuck her into bed, making a solemn promise to never let my emotions jeopardize this mission.
10
Vanessa
Morning arrives loud and bright. It’s the kind of Denver sun that doesn’t ask permission. I wake to the shape of him in the chair by the window. Riggs. Long legs, forearms like hewn wood, phone to his ear, voice low as river gravel. He must have moved there after I fell asleep on his chest. After.
“Copy,” he says, and it’s all business. “We’ll use the alley ingress. Two exits on the north wall. I want a body at each. Push the box to the vendor door by eleven.”
