Page 53 of The One Night Match
“You’re so close,” he murmurs. “Look at how wet you are for me, Riley. So fucking desperate for my cock.”
I nod, unable to deny it anymore. Maybe once I have a clear head, I’ll regret giving in, but for right now, it’s useless. He can see right through me anyway. “Cruz,” I whine.
“I know, Kitten. I’ll give you everything you need,” he promises, and I believe him. I have no reason not to because he’s always kept his promises, even when I’ve doubted him.
“You’re so beautiful.” He kisses along the other thigh before nudging the fingers on my clit away. Immediately, he swipes his tongue along the swollen nub, and I cry out, falling closer and closer to the edge. “So flushed for me, so wet, so fucking pretty.”
I don’t think he’s talking to me anymore, but I’m too focused on keeping myself from falling as we both work me to the brink of oblivion.
“Add another finger,” he demands, and I quickly slip a third inside myself, hissing at the extra stretch.
I haven’t touched myself since that night at the club, although I have been tempted. It was more so out of stubbornness than anything else, but now I wish I’d beenpreparing for the monster I know he’s packing in those black boxer briefs.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl for me. Remember, don’t come. The only place you’re coming is on my cock.”
I nod. “Fuck me,” I cry out. “Please, Cruz. Please fuck me.”
“Not yet.” He shakes his head, sucking my clit into his mouth and tearing a guttural scream from my throat as blinding pleasure slams into me, stealing the breath straight from my lungs.
“Cruz!” I cry out, my free hand burying into his thick black hair, holding him to me as my hips shift and my body trembles uncontrollably.
I’m lost in pleasure, my mind useless as my body takes control.
“I love it when you scream my name, Kitten.”
“Please. Fuck. Please.”
“And you sound so pretty when you beg.” He shoves my thighs further apart, his shoulders fitting perfectly between them as he doubles down on his efforts on my clit.
If he keeps it up, I’ll have no choice but to come because my body is firmly in the driver’s seat.
“I can’t. Cruz, I can’t. I’m too close.”
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” he snarls against my sensitive bud, and the sound mixed with the way we both play my body together shoves me so close to the edge my body trembles, my eyes leak with tears of pleasure, and I’m certain a stiff breeze could make me come.
As if he knows that, he pulls back, blowing cool air onto the overstimulated nub.
“Look at you, so close to coming all over my face like a good girl.” His praise is doing things to me that I can’t process, and I choose to let myself feel everything, instead of constantlyoverthinking everything like I’m so prone to do. “You want my cock, Kitten?”
I nod with too much vigor, making him chuckle darkly.
Cruz pushes himself to his feet, lording over me in all his tattooed glory. It’s hard to comprehend that he has so much skin covered. He must have sat in the chair for hours, and I have no idea where a man as powerful as he is would find the time.
He bites down on his lip, his amusement clear as I drink him in. “I love how you’re looking at me, Riley. Like I’m a fucking god.”
His fingers dip into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he pushes them down slowly, uncovering his very fucking hard cock.
But there’s something different that I’m sure I would have noticed when my mouth was full of him.
I lean up on my elbows, trying to get a better look at the script now etched in black above his thick cock.
“Cruz…” I murmur.
“Do you like it, Kitten?”
“When did you do this?” I don’t know whether to be flattered, angry, or shocked, but the combination of the three is making it hard to breathe as I stare at the words tattooed into the skin right above his cock, the same place my clit will rub when he’s inside me.
Riley De Luca.
