Page 71 of The One Night Match
This is one of those times.
She pulls the layers of her dress up, giving me a look at the red lacy panties she’s wearing. Part of me, and not a small part, wants to tear them off her and have her bare for me all night. But the possessive asshole who has reared his ugly head since the first time I met her won’t allow such things, which is probably for the best.
There will be a lot of men near my wife tonight, and she needs to be wearing panties.
“Hands on the wall, hips tilted up,” I order, making quick work of my pants, freeing my aching cock at last.
God, I’ve been hard as a rock since the second I caught sight of Riley on the stairs, and I don’t even think a filthy fuck in a broom closet is going to be enough for me.
She does as she’s told, and I groan, giving my hard length a few rough pumps at the sight before me. My beautiful wifebent over, her dress bunched up around her middle, her ass on display for me.
Jesus, I’m a lucky man.
I step up behind her, push her panties to the side, and press two thick fingers inside her, testing her wetness. “Fuck, Kitten. You’re soaked.”
“I need you, Cruz. Please,” she whines.
“Fuck,” I groan, quickly replacing my fingers with my cock. I enter her in one thrust, only barely shoving my wet fingers inside her mouth to gag her before she can let the whole party know what we’re doing in here. “Shhh, Kitten. You gotta be quiet for me.”
She nods frantically, her hips pushing back to meet mine with every thrust as she sucks on my fingers with the same vigor she does my cock, which only pushes me closer to my own release.
“Rub your clit for me, Riley. I need you to come all over my cock before I fill you with my cum. You’re going to be presented to the De Luca family with your pussy stuffed to the brim with me,” I growl against the shell of her ear.
She whimpers and clenches around me at the dirty words, which only makes me fuck her harder, pushing her higher and higher until she’s teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“When we get home tonight, I’m going to tie you to our bed in nothing but these pretty red heels and spend the whole night ruining you.”
“Yes, Cruz. Please,” she mumbles around my fingers, her own brushing over the place where we’re joined and tearing a rough groan from my own throat. I’m so close, it’s maddening, but I refuse to come without her.
I move one of my hands from her hips and snake it up the front of her dress until my fingers wrap around her throat, and that’s all she needs to throw her over the edge.
Her body trembles in my arms, her pussy tightening to the point I can barely fuck her through it.
Stars burst into my vision, and I follow her over, pumping my hips and losing any kind of rhythm as I fuck my cum deep into her tight heat.
We collapse against the wall, my cock still buried inside her as we catch our breath.
“Do you have an exhibitionist kink?” she asks.
“I don’t think so. Why?” I chuckle.
“This is the second time you’ve fucked me in a public place. It’s becoming a pattern.” She snickers, causing her to clench around me, and we both groan.
“You’ve let me fuck you twice in public, so maybe you’re the one with the exhibitionist streak,” I tease.
Slowly, I pull out of her, quickly moving her panties into place so none of my cum can escape.
“You’re a caveman, you know that, right?” She smirks over her shoulder.
“You have no idea, Kitten. You have no idea.”
We return to the hallway where the others left us, just in time for the event planner to stick her head out and wave us in, which makes Riley turn the most adorable shade of pink.
“How do I look?” she whispers before we cross the threshold.
“Freshly fucked and satisfied,” I reply, earning me a groan.
It’s hard as fuck being the cold, unfeeling Mafia boss when Riley’s around, because she makes me so genuinely happy, pretending not to be is almost impossible.
