Page 52 of The One Night Match
A soft moan falls from between her pouty lips as she sets a slow but firm tempo, and she clenches around nothing.
“Good girl,” I murmur, stepping back to slip out of my shirt and leave it by the hamper. “Look at your greedy little pussy, so desperate for my cock.”
Riley drags her bottom lip between her teeth as another moan escapes her.
“Do you ever slip your fingers into your hungry hole, Kitten?”
She shakes her head. “It doesn’t feel as good.”
“Try it now, baby. Slip two fingers inside yourself while you keep rubbing your clit.” I reach for my belt, taking my time to unbuckle it.
This time, she doesn’t hesitate to do as she’s told, and I have to squeeze my cock through my slacks to stop myself from coming from the sight alone.
Her hips shift, chasing her pleasure as her eyes fall closed.
“Eyes on me,” I bark.
They fly open, locking on mine with her pupils blown, only a sliver of blue visible. She’s so fucking beautiful when she lets her walls down like this, when she lets me see beneath the hard exterior she’s been forced to have all these years.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Riley. You don’t know how fucked up you have me. How fucked up you’ve had me since that night at the club.” I shove my pants down, leaving me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
She drinks me in greedily, her eyes moving over my arms and chest as she takes me in like it’s the first time. And it probably is the first time I’ve been in this state of undress with her where she hasn’t been fighting her need to look at me. Where she hasn’t been forcing herself to look away so she doesn’t get caught ogling me.
Little does she know, I fucking love it.
“Did you know my suit from that night is still in the closet? Unwashed. Smelling of us together. Of our cum?”
She shakes her head, her lips parted in a gasp.
“Keep going.” I nod to her hands that have stalled against her sensitive flesh, and she follows the command immediately. If this is all I needed to do to make her finally see how badly I want her, I should have done it from the start. “That night when I came home and undressed, I couldn’t bear to be without your scent. I knew I was getting married the next morning, andthought I’d never see you again, but I couldn’t give up this little part of you. Now I think back on it, I think I knew you were the one for me, but I couldn’t let myself think like that when I was marrying another woman.” I chuckle, dropping to my knees in front of her. “Lucky for me, fate knew exactly what we both needed.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
RILEY
If I don’t start breathing again, I’m at risk of passing out.
But how the fuck can I breathe when Cruz is stealing every breath just by looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world?
I’m not ashamed of my body, but I know I’m not supermodel thin. I have curves and stretch marks. I have imperfections that I’ve learned to love but thought no one else would.
But the way he’s looking at me is like no woman could ever compare, and I can’t reconcile how that could be possible.
He stares up at me through almost black eyes, his face so close to my pussy that his breath whispers across the sensitive skin, dragging me closer to the edge.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this desperate for an orgasm, and apparently, I won’t be getting one until he’s inside me.
“Fate?” I murmur, my mind locking in on that single word.
He smirks, pressing gentle kisses along the inside of my thigh as I work my pussy with both hands. “How else do you explain it? Meeting the night before the wedding? How fucking good we were together? How easily we clicked, even as you’ve fought every step of the way. I never much believed in any of that shit, but I sure as hell do when it comes to you.”
My heart stutters in my chest, and even as I try to convince myself these are just words, that they don’t mean anything, that he can’t possibly feel anything more for me than some base-level attraction, I know I’m wrong.
Cruz has proven at every turn that he’s not in this marriage for the wrong reasons, and I’ve shut him down at every opportunity.
He bites down on the inside of my thigh, tearing a scream from my chest. “Out of your head, Kitten. I want you right here with me.”
I nod, refocusing my efforts on the way my fingers massage my clit, while those of the other hand are buried inside me, pulling me closer to the edge with every thrust.
